My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 692

I must have had a fever that fried my brain to believe that bastard would actually give me a solution!

Lionel pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

He was already in a bad state from the fever, made worse by the illusion that Hannah was still by his side. Now, after being played like that, Lionel felt like the entire world was against him.

For a moment, he felt like just dying. Hannah didn't want him anymore, Sandra was scheming to frame him, and Quennel was enjoying the show, eager for him to crash and burn.

This feeling of being abandoned by the world was agonizing.

He didn't know, didn't understand why he had to suffer like this. Why was he being punished this way?

He already knew he was wrong and had apologized to Hannah, so why wouldn't anyone forgive him?

He slowly got up and walked downstairs. The empty dining table and the deserted house made his heart feel hollow and miserable.

It used to be that no matter when he came home, the table would be filled with his favorite dishes, and a light would always be left on for him. It was never like this.

The things he'd grown accustomed to were now gone, and no matter how much he yearned for them, they were unattainable.

Regret. He was filled with regret, but Lionel knew it was too late for that now.

Lionel took a pack of instant noodles from the cabinet. While waiting for them to cook, he picked up his phone and called Cherry.

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After listening to what Lionel had to say, Cherry hung up with a blank expression and looked up at Hannah, who was sitting across from her.

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