The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 25

Raffy paused, caught off guard for a moment.

But a second later, he put on that all-knowing look of his. "Mom, you really need to stop being jealous of Miss Millie. Honestly, you could be friends with her if you tried."

"We all get along with Miss Millie—except you. Maybe it's time to consider if the problem is actually you."

Danielle chose to ignore him, her gaze cool and unwavering. "I'm not going to say this a third time. Get out of the car."

Raffy stared at Danielle in silence for a couple of seconds. Then he let out a faint scoff and hopped out of the car. "You'll regret treating me like this, Mom. Next time you want me in your car, I won't get in!"

Danielle didn't spare him a glance. She lifted Niki into the car, slid behind the wheel, and drove off without looking back.

From the back seat, Niki watched Raffy shrink into the distance in the rearview mirror. "Mom, do you really not want my brother anymore?"

"You're my only daughter."

Niki was still too little to understand what Danielle meant by that. All she knew was that, this time, Mom was really angry at Raffy.

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Back at the hotel, Danielle threw herself into preparing for the competition.

This contest meant everything to her—a fresh start for her entire life.

Niki was always sharp. Even when she had homework from preschool, she never needed help. Her memory was astonishing; even if she didn't understand something, she could memorize it after seeing it just once.

Danielle never had to worry about her.

Raffy, on the other hand, had always been her biggest concern. She'd spent years chasing after him, tutoring him through his schoolwork, and learning new recipes just to coax him into eating. Five years of effort—and what did she get in return? Nothing but heartbreak.

With a scoff, she pulled up her phone. "Honestly, those two are a perfect pair—if you're into sleaze and trash."

She flashed Danielle a photo: Millie, dressed in a sharp racing suit, posed in front of a bright yellow race car, clearly custom-built. Next to her stood Alexander, also in racing gear—tall, athletic, exuding a cool confidence Danielle had never seen before.

Danielle stared at the picture, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

Six years of marriage, and she'd never once seen that side of him.

He said he was too busy to pick up Raffy today. Turns out he was busy drag racing with Millie.

Kirsten jabbed at the screen. "Honestly, let those two have each other. You'd wipe the floor with them if you wanted to."

Before marrying Alexander, Danielle was a legend on the professional racing circuit.