My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 75

She traced the rim of her glass with her finger. “Quennel, is there something you want to say?”

He frowned, looking down at his drink. “There is,” he admitted, “but I don’t know how to say it.” He took a deep breath and met her eyes. “I heard about your kidnapping.”

Hannah’s hand trembled, nearly spilling her drink.

“They caught the kidnappers, and they confessed that Zona was behind it. I had my people track her down. They found her last night.”

Hannah’s hands went numb. She clasped them together under the table, forcing herself to breathe. “Did she say why she did it?” She and Zona had barely spoken five times. There was no reason for her to do this unless someone had put her up to it. Mary?

“Are you sure you want to know?” Quennel’s voice was grave.

She nodded without hesitation.

“It was Lionel. He was the one who told her to do it.”

The world seemed to stop. Hannah felt as if she had been thrown into a bottomless abyss, a wave of cold dread washing over her. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. She struggled to breathe.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally managed to move. She picked up her glass and downed the contents in one gulp, her hand shaking so violently that she spilled alcohol all over the table as she tried to refill it.

Quennel reached out and took the glass from her.

Late that night, a drunk and heartbroken Hannah stumbled out of the car, supported by Quennel.

“I don’t understand, Quennel,” she sobbed. “Why would he do this to me? What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong, Hannah. He’s the one who’s wrong.”

“You’re right. It’s all his fault.”

Lionel was at the front desk arranging for a room when he heard a familiar voice. He turned just in time to see a face he knew all too well disappear into the elevator, an all-too-familiar woman nestled in his arms.