The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 139

Maybe it was Millie's.

She tried the key, and the lock clicked open.

Inside, the house was bright with lights. Raffy was sprawled on the living room floor, playing with a toy car.

He'd clearly heard her ring the bell, but had no intention of letting her in.

Upstairs, Julia was tidying up and hadn't noticed the doorbell.

When Danielle stepped in, rain-soaked and dripping all over the entryway, Raffy scowled at her. "Now the floor's going to be all dirty—again."

Danielle shot him a glance but said nothing.

Her head spun and her limbs felt weak. The chill had finally caught up with her—she was burning with fever.

Just then, Julia came down the stairs, surprised to see Danielle. "Ma'am, you're back? You're soaked! You should take a hot shower, quickly."

"I'll be fine." Danielle looked at her. "Did any packages arrive from overseas today?"

Julia thought for a second. "Actually, yes—there was one. Let me go find it."

Danielle nodded and waited in the living room.

The cold had seeped into her bones, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Raffy got up from the sofa and eyed her.

"If you want to make it up to me, you can drive me to school tomorrow, make me lunch, and give me a bath tonight. Then I'll forgive you and let you stay."

"Julia's always messing things up anyway—you can help her."

"My mom says you're working as someone's assistant out there. Why not come back and be my assistant? I'll tell Dad to pay you."

Danielle listened, the words stinging more than she'd care to admit.

Was this really coming from a four- or five-year-old? Raffy had always been a handful, but never like this.

She fought to stay upright, her gaze cold as she looked at him. "I won't have anything to do with you anymore."

"She's not my mom!" Raffy snapped. "I'd never have someone so tacky for a mom. She's just my stepmom—my real mom, you know who she is!"

He clutched the figurine stubbornly.

Danielle stared down at him, her voice cool. "Hand it over."

It was that strict tone she used to have when she disciplined him, a tone Raffy hadn't heard in a long time.

Since Millie had taken over, he'd been spoiled endlessly—free to do as he pleased, answerable to no one.

Now, caught off guard by her firmness, he bristled with resentment. Without warning, he hurled the doll to the floor.

"I don't even want it! If I can't have it, nobody can—especially not Niki!"

The figurine shattered on the tile with a sharp crack, pieces scattering everywhere.

Raffy crossed his arms, glaring at Danielle. "You couldn't afford something like this anyway. If you start cooking and cleaning for me again—if you come back and take care of me—I'll tell Dad to order another one for Niki, all the way from abroad."