My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 589

Sandra pushed herself to her feet, her eyes fixed on Lionel as she asked a question that came straight from her heart. “You were so good to me back then, but I have no idea what’s going on in that head of yours now. Fine, I’ll give you the stupidest piece of advice I can think of!”

This place was terrifying; a primal fear of it was etched into her very being.

She desperately wanted to stop helping Lionel, but if she didn't, she would be trapped here forever.

“If you really don’t know how to be good to Hannah, then just pretend Hannah is me! Treat her exactly the way you used to treat me. How’s that for an idea? You understand what I mean, don’t you?”

As she said it, Sandra thought her idea was brilliant.

Even a fool couldn’t mess this up, right?

She had already told him what to say, what to do, what was right. But it was like his brain was made of stone.

Everyone was telling him to be good to Hannah, but it seemed he just didn't know how.

He could be kind to anyone else, so why not her?

“Lionel, I don’t care what you do to me now. I know that no matter how much I beg, you won’t let me go. So just answer me this one thing: why can’t you be good to Hannah?”

After everything that had happened, this was a question that had been nagging at Sandra.

If his poor treatment of Hannah before was because of the drugging incident before their marriage, what was his excuse now?

That was it. Because Hannah had always been the giver, treating him with the unconditional, unreciprocated care of a mother for her son.

This had created a sense in Lionel that Hannah was inherently supposed to be good to him, and that if he showed her even the slightest bit of kindness, she should be eternally grateful.

This fundamental belief was why all the advice from everyone, including herself, had fallen on deaf ears. In his mind, he and Hannah were not equals.

Although Sandra had also given Lionel a lot, their dynamic was different. She had been the high and mighty Woods heiress, and he was the poor boy. A few resources from her, a taste of success, and his life was transformed.

In comparison, what Hannah had offered—a full stomach—was a small, simple thing.