Sandra''s response caught in her throat. Her eyes darted around the coffee shop, a sudden suspicion dawning on her.


    Had Hannah sent someone to watch her? How else could she have known she waste?


    "Don''t bother looking," Hannah''s voice wasced with amusement. "Unlike you, I don''t send people to spy on others. I just know you. I know exactly the kind of person you are."


    She gently swirled the coffee in her cup, her eyes half-closed. "You thought I''d be there at nine on the dot, and then you''d waltz inte, offer some pathetic apology, and force me to ept it after a string of insincerepliments."


    "Sandra, don''t bother with your pathetic, childish games. You''re calling me now, which means Lionel must have called you and told you to amodate my schedule, right?"


    Hannah was certain of this, not only because she knew Sandra''s ybook inside and out, but also because she knew Lionel.


    "If you want my forgiveness, Sandra, it''s simple. You love spreading rumors about me online, so why don''t you apologize to me online?"


    Sandra was speechless, her mouth twitching in silent fury.


    "Hannah, that''spletely unreasonable!" she finally sputtered. "Yes, those posts were about you, but I never used your name! The public didn''t know it was you!"


    "It was just a few pictures that caused a fight between you and Lionel. You weren''t publicly harassed, I..."


    Sandra was so angry she could barely form a coherent sentence, running a hand through her hair in frustration.


    If she had explicitly named Hannah, an online apology would have just resulted in some bacsh. But she hadn''t. Posting another viral topic now would have apletely different meaning.


    "It''s fine if you don''t want to apologize," Hannah said lightly. "I never forced you to. It''s not my problem."


    With the divorce so close, she


    couldn''t be bothered to argue with these people anymore. If Lionel


    hadn''t had one of his brainless


    moments and insisted on the


    apology, none of this would


    bes


    happening.


    "Apologize or don''t, it''s up to you. If you have a problem with it, take it up with the person who''s forcing you Hannah said with augh. "You''re just worried that if you don


    will get angry and wor


    Lione


    you.


    But don''t worry, he sent Cora to his grandmother''s yesterday? Your opportunity is wide open again. Good luck!"


    With a final, cheerful send-off, Hannah hung up.


    Whether Sandra apologized or not, and how she did it, was no longer any of her


    concern.


    Five more days. In five days, she would bepletely free of Lionel and the entire Rosenberg family.


    The thought made her heart race, even more than it had on the day she went to get their marriage certificate.


    She was afraid she''d be too excited to sleep that night.


    On Sunday, Hannah got ready to go out.


    "Don''t get the wrong idea," she said, catching Lionel watching her. "I''m going out


    with my colleagues, not to meet Sandra."


    Lionel''s expression tightened, but he said nothing.


    At the restaurant, after everyone had


    ordered


    were


    eximedemer


    Anna suddenly eximed,


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