My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 77

They stood close, Lionel’s brow furrowed with concern as he seemed to be offering her advice. His gentle, caring demeanor was a stark contrast to the cold, dismissive tone he always used with her. The hypocrite. He had kidnapped her, humiliated her, and yet he could still put on such a convincing act. After all these years, she was only now seeing his true colors.

A knot of anger tightened in her chest. As she walked toward the exit, a red Ferrari screeched to a halt in front of her. The driver, a handsome man in sunglasses, got out.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Green. Why the long face? Who upset you? I’ll go beat them up for you.”

“Mr. Lancaster?”

Yves took off his sunglasses and opened the passenger door for her. He glanced into the lobby, his eyes landing on Lionel and Sandra. “Ah, I see. You ran into some trash first thing in the morning. No wonder you’re in a bad mood.” He pulled out his phone and found a picture of a bundle of sage. “I should have brought some of this to cleanse the bad vibes. But I guess a digital version will have to do.”

His boisterous laughter caught Lionel’s attention.

“Get in. I’ll give you a ride to work,” Yves said with a flourish.

Hannah didn’t hesitate. She got into the car without a single glance back at Lionel and Sandra and drove away.

“Why was Mr. Lancaster here to pick up Hannah?” Sandra asked, surprised. “Isn’t he based in Sova?”

Lionel was silent, his right hand clenching into a fist.

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