The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 151

But after that, it simply vanished without a trace.

Hearing the door open, Raffy turned to see Danielle walk in.

"Come help me with this, will you? All these gemstones—Dad and I picked them out together when we were abroad. Once it's finished, I'm giving it to Mom for Mother's Day this year."

"Dad even said these would suit her perfectly."

Danielle felt a heaviness settle in her chest.

So that's it. It was meant for Millie.

A wry smile crept across her lips.

So even in her last life, at this point in time, they'd already been this close.

No wonder the finished craft disappeared in the end—

She'd simply been too oblivious before.

Danielle's tone was flat. "Pack it up. It's bedtime."

Raffy was starting to look tired anyway; he yawned widely.

"Can you sleep with me tonight?" he asked. "You haven't in ages."

Truth be told, he missed her.

Danielle just replied coolly, "You go ahead."

As Raffy climbed into bed, he looked at her hopefully. "But you'll come, right?"

Danielle said nothing, just switched off the light.

—

When she left Raffy's room, Danielle saw her phone lighting up with a string of new messages.

They were from Kirsten.

"The boutique downtown got a new shipment of bags today, so I figured I'd pop over. Guess who I ran into—Millie and Alexander."

"They were practically glued together, all smiles. Alexander is head over heels, never leaves her side."

Reading these, a bitter, mocking smile tugged at Danielle's mouth.

Business trip, or was it a date?

She typed back, "Let them do as they like."

—

Especially since, as far as she knew, he'd spent the day shopping with Millie in another city.

Her towel clung to her, exposing her delicate collarbones and shoulders, a hint of skin glinting in the dim light.

Alexander's gaze lingered on her.

Danielle faltered, awkwardly hitching the towel higher.

They'd been married for years; their days were distant, but at night, routine had filled the gaps.

She used to think Alexander was simply reserved, that where there was love, there would be intimacy.

For so long, she believed he'd eventually love her.

But now she knew better.

"I didn't know you'd be home tonight," she said quietly.

They were about to divorce; running into him like this was undeniably awkward.

He listened to her explanation. "Mm."

Unhurried, he tore his gaze away from her. Then, with practiced ease, he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside.