The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 137

Those eyes—so much like Alexander's—were always shining with an innocent, radiant smile.

It was a stark contrast to the cold indifference that had settled in Alexander's gaze over the years.

All at once, Danielle pulled Niki into a tight embrace, holding her close, as if vowing never to overlook her daughter again.

Later, after returning from the cemetery, the family gathered for dinner at home.

Alexander didn't show up. He claimed he was too busy.

Helen's expression darkened. She made a mental note to give him a stern talking-to when she got home—he was becoming more and more unruly, skipping every important family event.

Danielle, however, wasn't surprised in the least. If Alexander had bothered to attend the memorial earlier that day, it was probably just because he was giving Millie a ride. Honestly, she'd rather he not come at all than show up so half-heartedly.

When dinner ended and Helen was getting into the car, she squeezed Danielle's hand gently. "Remember to double-check Niki's new toy when it arrives," she said softly. "Raffy gets doted on enough in this house. You really should be more mindful of Niki's feelings—don't spoil Raffy all the time. He's a boy, after all. Even if he's a bit frail, there's no need to coddle him so much, especially when Alex and Bianca already dote on him."

Helen saw it all. She knew just how much Danielle poured her heart into Raffy. In her past life, Helen had thought Raffy pitiable—growing up without a mother or father—so she'd cared for him tenderly. The irony was, he wasn't even Danielle's son, but Millie's. In the end, all her kindness was wasted on someone who never appreciated it.

Danielle took a deep breath and nodded. "I understand, Grandma."

Helen could see how good Danielle had been to Raffy—though some people seemed blind to it. Danielle herself, in another life, had been just as blind.

Vivian drove her uncle to the hospital, and Danielle went along. The doctor said his condition was stable, and once they'd settled him in, Danielle headed home, gazing out the car window, lost in thought and silence.

Eventually, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Conrad: [Attorney Stewart, can we move forward with the divorce proceedings?]

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