Hannah leaned back in her chair, observing Cora in silence.


    Seeing her calm and unruffled demeanor, Cora couldn''t help but let out a bitterugh. "That mistress came all the way to our home, and you don''t even care?"


    With just the two of them present, Cora dropped all pretense. "Aren''t you even curious about what she came to say?" she sneered.


    Hannah took a sip of her tea before answering coolly, "I don''t care."


    "She said—" Cora began instinctively, but Hannah''s response stopped her cold. She took a sharp breath, momentarily speechless.


    No wonder Lionel couldn''t stand her. What man would want a woman so utterly devoid of feeling? Her marriage was ending, her home had been invaded, and yet she sat there as if none of it mattered. The woman was a freak.


    Cora pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her.


    "Sandra was the one behind that video online. She came here just now to tell Lionel she thought you were the one who sent those men to rape her. She yed the victim, saying the man who called her was a liar and she was wrong to have believed him."


    "She put on this whole act, pretending to be on your side, telling Lionel not to me you, that it was all a big misunderstanding. It was quite a performance."


    Hannah stared into her teacup. She had suspected Sandra''s visit was rted to the video, but she hadn''t expected this. It seemed the phone call that lured Lionel away was meant to pin Zack''s crime on her. Sandra just hadn''t counted on Yves and Quennel moving so quickly and dismantling her carefully constructed plot in less than two days.


    As for why Lionel hade home drunkst night, Hannah wasn''t certain, but it was likely connected.


    All it proved was that Sandra was relentless, and Lionel was a fool.


    The gift mix-up, the money funneled to Mr. Jones, the unresolved arson-all swept under the rug. Xenia, paid to take the fall, was in prison with no follow-up.


    But when it came to Zack''s crime against Sandra, it was resolved cleanly and swiftly, with a conviction.


    Seeing Hannah''s indifferent


    expression, Cora finally lost her patience. She mmed her hands on the table and leaned forward. "Hannah, you''re divorcing him! That mistress is ready trying to destroy you. Do you really think she''ll leave you alone after the divorce is final?"


    Cora had expected her words to enrage Hannah, to spur her into action against Sandra. She had hoped they would tear each other apart while she watched from the sidelines, ready to swoop in. But Hannah just sat there, sipping her tea not a flicker of anger or doubt in her eyes. It was as if she were listening to a story about strangers.


    "Hannah, a woman who''s willing to be a mistress won''t just let the ex-wife walk away peacefully after she gets what she wants. Don''t be so naive! While you still have the power and status of being Mrs. Rosenberg, you should-"


    "And you?"


    Hannahzily lifted her gaze, a wry


    smile on her lips. "That''s the pot calling the kettle ck, isn''t it?


    emet


    Instead of worrying about me, the two of you should be more


    concerned with who''s going to im the title of Mrs. Rosenberg in a few weeks."


    She set down her teacup, her eyes locking onto Cora''s stunned expression.


    "Close the door on your way out. I have work to do."