The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 982

After hanging up on Alexander, Danielle stared at the call log on her phone. He was right. There was no need to go to that engagement party. She had thought she needed a formal ceremony to say goodbye to her past, but now she understood. A true farewell required no ritual; letting go in your heart was enough.

She tossed her phone onto the coffee table and walked to the center of the living room, where Niki was arranging blocks on the carpet. The little girl’s face was expressionless, and Danielle knew she was upset about having to transfer schools and leave her new friends behind.

Danielle sat down beside her, gently stroking her hair. “Are you sad about leaving your friends?”

A flicker of hurt crossed Niki’s eyes as she looked up and nodded. “Will we ever see them again?”

“Of course, we will,” Danielle said, taking her daughter’s small hand. “Once we’re settled in Northridge City, I’ll bring you back to visit, or we can have them come and stay with us. How does that sound?”

Niki’s eyes brightened, though she still seemed a little down. “But what if I don’t make any new friends at the school in Northridge City?”

“You will,” Danielle said with a smile. “You’re so wonderful, Niki. You’ll make lots of new friends. And uncle Gian will be there to help you get to know everyone.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. Danielle opened it to find Gian standing there, holding a beautiful cake box. “I heard you’re handling the transfer paperwork tomorrow, so I brought Niki’s favorite strawberry cake to cheer her up.”

Gian stepped into the living room, brandishing the box. Niki immediately scrambled up from the carpet and ran to him. “Uncle Gian!”

With the paperwork finished, the three of them began the drive to Northridge City. As the car merged onto the highway, Niki fell asleep in Danielle’s arms. Glancing at them in the rearview mirror, Gian spoke softly, “When we get to Northridge City, you can stay in the house next to mine. It’s fully furnished, so you can move right in. I’ve also contacted a school nearby. It’s a great one.”

A wave of warmth washed over Danielle. “Gian, you’ve done too much for us.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said with a smile. “The most important thing is that you and Niki settle in and feel at home.”

By the time they arrived in Northridge City, dusk was falling. Gian led them to the community and opened the door to the house next to his. The living room was spacious and bright, the furniture neatly arranged, and a few potted plants on the balcony created a warm, comfortable atmosphere.