Reading thements, Hannah knew everyone meant well. While she couldn''t publicly dere that she would never get back with that scumbag, she would let her actions prove that she wouldn''t make the same mistake twice.


    That night, Lionel couldn''t sleep. For some reason, he found himselfpulsively opening Hannah''s social media profile.


    Because of their secret marriage, Hannah had never been able to post photos of them together or share anything about her life with the Rosenberg family. Her social media was filled mostly with pictures from her work.


    It was either pictures of her out with colleagues or posts about her cases.


    To an outsider, it looked like the profile of a single, unmarried woman.


    Looking through it now, Lionel felt a sharp pain in his chest. They didn''t even have photos to remember their time together. All they had now was the evidence of his affair that Hannah was posting.


    Lionel put down his phone andy on the bed, his brow furrowed. His gaze drifted to the wall.


    Therge picture frame was empty.


    The smaller frames next to it were also bare.


    Their wedding photos used to be in them, but now they were all gone. Everything was gone!


    Lionel remembered how he hadn''t even noticed when Hannah had taken down the photos. He had gone on living like that for so long until she brought it up, and only then did he realize. By then, it was far toote for regrets.


    The thought sent another wave of sharp pain through him.


    Meanwhile, in Roxa.


    Sandra and Owen had used the money from selling the jewelry to buy a house and were now officially living together.


    Sandra had been keeping a close eye on the situation back home.


    Seeing Hannah and Lionel at each other''s throats, she almost diedughing.


    She scrolled through her phone, lounging in Owen''s arms.


    "This is hrious. I can''t believe they''re actually tearing each other apart. If I''d known this would happen after fle would have lett,


    I sooner. It would''ve saved me from all that ontine hate."


    Owen wrapped his arm around her slender waist and chuckled. "It doesn''t matter. The inte has a short memory. The outrage will die down, and they''ll forget."


    He looked at the beautiful woman in his arms and couldn''t resist leaning down to give her a deep kiss.


    "If Lionel knew that after being so good to you, you were actually mine all along, do you think he''d lose his mind?"


    After he kissed her, a flicker of disgust crossed Sandra''s eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.


    "Now that I''ve run off with you, he''s probably figured it out. Not that he has time to deal with it now."


    Back then, to get a better handle on Lionel''s every move, she had deliberately gotten close to Owen. She hadn''t expected him to be so easily seduced, falling for her almost instantly.


    He ended up constantly putting in a good word for her with Lionel, telling her Lionel''s schedule, and keeping her updated on Hannah. That was how she always managed to


    conveniently appear whenev


    Lionel needed help.


    "Sweetheart, stop looking at that," Owen said, taking her phone away. "Why don''t


    you show me some gratitude instead?"


    "What are you doing? It''s the middle


    of the day," Sandra said, pushing him away. "You should be thinking about what were going to do next This money isn''t going tost forever with my spending habits."