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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 135

A man so attentive to detail—if Danielle weren't willfully ignoring it, how could he possibly know so little about her?

The truth was, he simply didn't care to invest any effort in her.

He maintained a polite, irreproachable demeanor; no one could fault him for wanting to leave.

Clyde and Vivian couldn't say much, even if his early departure was the last thing they wanted—at least he'd showed up for the memorial.

They had no choice but to let him go.

The old woman glanced over at him. "What's got you in such a rush? You'd better be back for the family dinner tonight."

He glanced at the time, eyes lowered. "We'll see."

As he left, Alexander paused and turned to Danielle. "Take care of yourself and Niki. I'm going."

Whenever he was around his grandmother, he was flawless—never a crack in the mask.

Danielle could only feel the bitter irony of it all.

Even the pretense of care from her own husband was rationed, reserved for occasions.

Rain drifted down in a steady, grey curtain.

The Linden family gathered at the cemetery, kneeling before Danielle's grandmother's grave to pay their respects.

As Danielle gazed at the headstone, her eyes turned red. Memories—small, tender, endless—felt as close as yesterday.

When it was over, Clyde looked weaker than ever, his face drained of color.

Vivian barely caught him as he swayed. "Let me take you back to the hospital."

"Uncle…" Danielle frowned, worry written all over her face.

Clyde managed a wry smile. "Don't worry. I'm not dying just yet."

"Just help me to the car for a bit. I'll be fine."

Danielle followed, wanting to check on him herself.

He was determined to see the day through, no matter what.

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