The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1402

The lingering grievances, anger, and confusion melted away in that instant, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming warmth.

In their place was a profound wave of emotion and gratitude.

She recalled how coldly she had pushed him away the night before, and a sharp pang of guilt tightened her chest.

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, the nurse knew her words had struck a chord. She offered a gentle smile, said no more, and quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Kirsten in silence.

Inside the room.

Kirsten turned her gaze toward the heavy door. A sudden, desperate urge gripped her—she needed to open it. She needed to see the man who had stood guard all night, to see how exhausted he was.

She wanted to ask him if he was hurting, if he was tired. She wanted to know why he was being so foolish, staying up all night for a woman who treated him with nothing but ice.

Maybe, she thought, those misunderstandings and the distance between them weren't insurmountable after all.

Maybe his feelings for her weren't just born out of guilt and duty like she had always assumed.

And maybe, divorce wasn't the only path left for them.

She slowly threw off the covers, got out of bed, and walked toward the door.

Her trembling fingers rested on the handle. Taking a deep breath to steady the storm of emotions inside her, she twisted the knob and pulled the door open.

The bright morning sun spilled into the hallway, casting a warm glow over the man standing outside.

Gian was leaning heavily against the wall, his eyes closed, a deep furrow between his brows. He looked utterly drained, carrying the weight of exhaustion even in his sleep.

His hair was a mess, his face pale, and a faint shadow of stubble lined his jaw. He had lost his usual polished, commanding edge, yet nothing could hide his natural, rugged good looks.

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