My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 67

Sandra’s hand froze as she took the menu. She had expected some reaction—annoyance, jealousy, anything—but Hannah remained infuriatingly calm. Was she not doing enough?

Lionel poured a glass of water and downed it in one gulp, an unfamiliar tightness in his chest.

After the food arrived, Hannah took out her phone, opened a photo, and placed it on the table.

“Ms. Woods, there was something I wanted to ask you,” she said, pushing the phone toward her.

“What is it?”

“Is this the man you were on a date with?”

The warm smile on Sandra’s face vanished. She stared at the photo, her jaw tightening as she struggled to find a response.

“You went on a blind date?” Lionel asked, breaking the silence.

“I…”

“It was the day before yesterday, wasn’t it?” Hannah answered for her. “He seemed quite taken with you, Ms. Woods, though I gather things didn’t end well.”

Sandra nodded. “My mother arranged it. I only went because I didn’t want to upset her. It was just a formality.”

“He’s involved in a legal dispute with Keystone Group,” Hannah said, taking her phone back with a sigh. “I was hoping if you knew him, you could help me get some information. But it seems that’s not an option now.”

Sandra clenched her fists under the table, her knuckles turning white. “Sometimes I envy Hannah. No matter what happens, she always has you to fall back on. But I… I have no one. I don’t know what to do.”

The image of her oafish blind date flashed in her mind, a stark contrast to the handsome man sitting across from her. A bitter wave of resentment washed over her.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Sandra quickly changed her tune. “I’m sorry,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “We were having such a nice time. I shouldn’t have brought the mood down.”

She raised her teacup. “Lionel, a toast. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me over the years.”

Lionel lifted his own cup. “Are you sure you want to marry this man?”