The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1367

Gian looked at her, his lips parting as if to argue, but the words died in his throat, dissolving into a faint, barely audible sigh.

He swallowed hard, the remaining light in his eyes completely fading.

He knew Danielle had seen right through it. She understood exactly what was going on.

Some things didn't need to be spoken aloud; they were glaringly obvious.

Danielle gave him a small, sympathetic smile—one mixed with resignation, understanding, and a touch of pity.

Without another word, she nodded at him, turned around, and quietly pulled the breakroom door shut, leaving the heavy silence and loneliness out in the hallway.

Gian stood rooted to the spot for a long time. It wasn't until the elevator numbers settled on the ground floor and stopped moving that he finally looked away.

Rubbing his aching temples, his fingers felt like ice. A heavy, suffocating weight sat dead in the center of his chest.

He knew Kirsten was avoiding him.

But he couldn't understand why a fake marriage ending meant they couldn't even exist in the same orbit anymore.

Outside the Ninesky building, Kirsten hailed a cab and gave the driver her family's address.

As the car merged into traffic, she leaned her head against the window. Watching the city blur by, the sheer exhaustion she had been hiding finally took over.

This ridiculous fake marriage had ended in a total disaster.

She thought she was tough enough to walk away clean. She thought signing the divorce papers meant she could move on. But the second she saw him, her heart still skipped a beat.

Some feelings couldn't just be signed away on a piece of paper.

The cab pulled up to her family's house.

Kirsten paid the fare and stepped out.

The motion-sensor lights in the stairwell were broken, flickering ominously, and the air smelled faintly of damp mildew.

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