The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 104

"Waaah—!"

The moment Alexander snapped at him, Raffy burst into tears.

He dove straight into Millie's arms. "Mommy… When you weren't here, my stepmom always bullied me. Now even Dad's picking on me."

Millie's heart softened instantly. She hurried to wipe away his tears.

She whispered gently, "That wasn't right, sweetheart. You can't just hit Miss Crawford like that."

"She may not be your real mother, but she's raised you for four years. We ought to be grateful. Now, go apologize to Miss Crawford. Do you understand?"

Danielle watched, arms folded, as Millie lectured Raffy.

Miss Crawford?

So that's what she was now—Miss Crawford.

Surprisingly, Raffy listened to Millie. Though his eyes blazed with resentment, he squared his shoulders and muttered a reluctant apology to Danielle.

"Sorry," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"To whom are you apologizing?" Millie prompted.

Raffy pressed his lips together, then tried again. "Sorry, Miss Crawford."

"That's better." Millie smiled, dabbing his cheeks dry. "No more tantrums like that, okay? It's rude, and you're not a rude boy, are you?"

Raffy's voice choked with tears. "So… you really are my mom…"

Millie hugged him tight. "There, there. Don't cry. Mommy's home now. No one's going to hurt you anymore."

As if Danielle had spent the last four years doing nothing but making the boy's life miserable.

A dull ache pressed against Danielle's chest, as though someone had stuffed her heart with cotton.

"Danielle, don't get the wrong idea," Millie added suddenly, as if remembering Danielle's presence. "I just can't bear to see children cry. I'm only trying to calm him down."

She glanced Danielle's way. "Raffy's still little. Don't take it to heart, okay?"

Danielle drew in a slow, steadying breath.

Every word out of Millie's mouth was a claim of ownership, a subtle reminder of who truly belonged here.

Danielle glanced at Alexander.

Nash hesitated behind the wheel, unsure if he should follow.

He dialed Alexander. "She refused to get in the car, sir…"

"I understand."

The moment Danielle slid into the backseat of a cab, her phone buzzed with Alexander's call.

Expression icy, she declined the call.

Almost immediately, a text popped up.

[Raffy is just a child. Please mind your tone with him.]

No matter how she read it, it felt like a rebuke, as if she were being childish for taking things personally with a boy.

Danielle let out a shaky breath, frustration simmering in her chest. She'd always been too soft with him—maybe that's why he took her for granted now.

She'd loved him so much that she'd bent over backwards, swallowing her pride just to win his favor.

But now, she understood: No matter how much a woman loves a man, she should never sacrifice her self-respect. The lower you stoop, the less you mean to them.