My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 65

“It’s late,” Lionel repeated, “and I have things to do.”

His mind drifted to the text he’d sent Hannah. She hadn’t replied, and a knot of irritation tightened in his chest. She always replied instantly. This was new.

Sandra bit her lip, her gaze falling to the stone steps below. An idea began to form.

“You’re right, it is late. Let’s go,” she said, her voice suddenly cheerful. She stood up, her hands clasped behind her back, and started down the steps with a light gait. “Lionel, thank you for coming out with me tonight. I really… ah!”

“Watch out!”

Lionel lunged forward, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. “Are you alright?”

Sandra clung to his shirt, her breathing shallow and panicked. “I’m fine… ouch… I think I twisted my ankle. It really hurts.”

She squeezed out a couple of tears, forcing a pained smile as she looked up at him. “It’s nothing, Lionel. I’ll just get a cab to the hospital to have it checked out. You should go. Don’t let me hold you up.”

Lionel’s brow furrowed as he saw the pain etched on her face. After a moment, he said, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“What?” Sandra shook her head. “No, you have things to do. It’s just a sprain, it’s not a big deal.”

He pulled out his phone, sent a quick text, and put it away. “I can’t let you go alone this late at night. Let’s get you to the car.”

She hid a triumphant smile and nodded. He helped her take a couple of steps, but she cried out in pain.

When she arrived at the office, a colleague handed her a file.

“This is the guy,” her colleague said. “He bribed one of our employees to steal confidential files. The problem is, he was smart about it—no paper trail, no hard evidence. He’s denying everything, and we’re kind of stuck.”

Hannah took the file. As she looked at the photo on the top right corner, her eyes narrowed.

“What is it? Do you know him?” her colleague asked.

“He looks familiar,” Hannah murmured, studying the picture more closely. He looked just like the man from Sandra’s blind date. She had only gotten a quick look at his face when he’d turned to yell at Sandra before storming out, but the resemblance was uncanny.