My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 82

Hannah closed her eyes in despair, all the fight draining out of her. She let the tears fall, soaking the fabric of both their shirts.

He knows it was in the past, she thought bitterly. The man he was back then is gone. Everything has changed. What’s the point of bringing up the past?

“Alright, stop fighting me,” he murmured, his tone softening slightly. “If you show up at the hospital with red, swollen eyes, Grandma will only worry more.”

Sensing she had calmed down, Lionel finally loosened his grip.

“I was never just ‘fighting you,’ Lionel,” she said, her voice trembling. “For years, you and Sandra have been inseparable. How many times have you fought with me over her? You’ve abandoned me on my birthday, on our anniversary, all to run to her side. Did you ever once stop and think that we would end up here?”

Lionel’s expression darkened. “There were always reasons. Something happened to her; I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“‘Reasons,’” she repeated, her eyes red as she looked at him through a blur of tears, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Something always just happens to her whenever we have plans. Once or twice, I could understand. But it was every single time, Lionel. Every time!”

“You might be a fool, but I’m not! Sandra does it on purpose! She’s deliberately trying to tear us apart!”

Over and over again, he had left her behind. Her initial outrage had slowly faded into calm acceptance, and finally, into numb indifference. This year, she had completely forgotten their anniversary, and naturally, so had he.

Hannah took a deep breath and wiped her tears away, her bloodshot eyes fixed on him. “Since she wants you so badly, I’ll grant her wish. Let’s get a divorce. You can go marry her, be her savior! You don’t love me anymore, so what’s the point of dragging this out?”

Her voice rose, cracking with hysteria. “Is it because you hate me for drugging you and forcing you to marry me? Is that why you won’t let me go? Are you punishing me, torturing me? Do I have to die before you’ll finally sign the papers?”

By the end, she was screaming, her emotions completely unraveling as she sobbed uncontrollably. She didn’t want any of it anymore—not the man, not the pretense of a home. All she wanted was a divorce. Why was it so hard?

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