My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 561

The entire drive home, Lionel’s mind raced.

Everyone was telling him to let it go, that pursuing it was meaningless.

Sandra, the victim herself, seemed indifferent. Hannah refused to even listen. From start to finish, he was the only one who ever cared.

Hannah had met him at that café, in front of all those people, and publicly humiliated him without a shred of courtesy.

If he tried to confront her again, he dreaded to think what might happen. The next meeting certainly wouldn't be in a café.

Hannah, is it possible you knew all along? That Quennel was the one who kidnapped Sandra, and you've just been pretending not to know?

The thought suddenly bloomed in his mind, sharp and unnerving.

If that were true, it would explain everything—her complete lack of interest, her refusal to engage. She already knew who did it.

She had just been playing along, watching him make a fool of himself, treating him like her own personal entertainment.

Lionel gripped the steering wheel, his heart sinking with a long, silent sigh.

When he got home, not a single light was on. Staring at the dark house, a memory from long ago unexpectedly surfaced.

He remembered coming home very late one night to find the lights on and a late-night meal spread out on the table.

Hannah had heard him arrive and rushed downstairs, excitedly telling him she’d prepared food and asking if he was hungry.

He hadn't told her he was coming home that night and had no idea how she knew to wait up.

Only later did he learn the truth: she had hoped he would come home every night. She left a light on for him, and every evening she cooked a meal, just in case.

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