But this time, no amount of pleading, pouting, or begging had any effect. Lionel’s face remained a cold mask as he pulled his hand away.
“Sandra, you know as well as I do that if you don’t apologize properly, Hannah will sue you.”
From the posts by Hannah’s colleagues, he had a pretty good idea of how serious the situation was. Hannah wouldn't have let it get this far unless she had been pushed to her absolute limit. She had never threatened to sue before, despite everything that had happened.
“And you know the state of my relationship with Hannah right now. If it were a matter of money, maybe I could talk to her, ask her to drop it. But she’s serious this time. If I try to defend you now, it will only make her hate you more.”
The events of the past few weeks had made him painfully aware of Hannah’s feelings. If he took Sandra’s side at this critical juncture, their marriage would be over for good. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want them to end like this.
“Lionel… is there really no other way?”
Lionel didn't answer, just sighed deeply.
Sandra’s face went white. She stumbled backward and sank onto the sofa, a cold sweat breaking out on her palms. Her lips trembled.
This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. According to her plan, by now, Hannah should have been the one apologizing to her.
She swallowed hard, her brow furrowed as she looked up at Lionel. “Lionel… you haven’t… fallen in love with Hannah, have you?”
The moment the words left her mouth, her heart leaped into her throat. The sweat on her palms intensified, and her breathing grew shallow.

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