The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 712

Danielle returned with Niki to pack a few essential clothes.

Alexander stood waiting at the door, impatience written in the set of his shoulders.

As Danielle came out, arms full, Alexander stepped forward and took the bags from her hands.

She frowned and looked up at him.

A fleeting smile touched his eyes. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

Danielle’s brows drew together.

Used to what, exactly?

Only later would she come to understand—he meant getting used to having him around.

She didn’t ask for clarification, simply followed him in silence as they walked to the car. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her grandmother.

The car moved steadily along familiar streets, but her heart was in turmoil.

In that short drive, memories flooded her mind—so many thoughts, so many things from the past.

Danielle sat in the backseat, glancing at the man driving. Alexander’s gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead, his expression calm and unreadable, saying nothing.

A heaviness pressed against her chest. She wanted to ask him something, anything, but with Niki there, it didn’t seem right.

In the end, her questions dissolved into silence as she turned to stare out the window.

—

They arrived at the old family house before long.

The grand front doors stood open, the red paint faded with age. White lanterns hung at the entrance, swaying gently in the wind. Pale ribbons curled around the columns, draining all warmth from the courtyard and cloaking it in somber stillness.

Standing at the foot of the steps, Danielle held Niki close. Her fingers were ice-cold; even her breath felt chilled.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify