Danielle was just grateful she'd been given a second chance.
This time around, she'd chosen the right path—leaving behind the life of a housewife to pursue the career she truly loved.
Everything was unfolding so differently from her last life.
Now, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Thank God, she thought. At least she hadn't been thrown out on the street, left to wander with Niki, powerless and alone.
She knew if that had happened, the humiliation would have been unbearable—worse than death itself.
A woman should have her own career, her own ground to stand on. She shouldn't have to waste her life waiting for a man's approval, only to be met with indifference.
Vivian sat on the couch, her expression subdued.
Guilt gnawed at her; she felt she'd been a burden to Danielle, and the feeling wouldn't let her go.
But Danielle didn't see it that way. She reassured her mother that everything would get better with time.
She transferred twenty-five million to SoarCorp to help with their cash flow, keeping five million for her own living expenses.
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The next three days flew by as Danielle threw herself into work.
She kept a close watch on SoarCorp's operations, making sure everything was running smoothly.
During those three days, she didn't see Alexander or Millie again.
Oddly enough, the world felt a little brighter, the air a little cleaner.
After a morning of back-to-back meetings, Danielle emerged from the conference room and felt her phone buzz.
It was her grandmother calling.
The older woman's voice was gentle but earnest. "Dani, sweetheart, you've been so busy with work lately, you haven't even found time to call your grandma."
Danielle pressed her lips together. "Yeah, things have been a little hectic at work."
"When are you coming home for dinner with me? Alex is out of the hospital, but I haven't seen you in ages."
Her grandmother really did miss her. Of everyone, she'd always shown Danielle the most genuine care.
Whenever too much time passed without contact, her grandmother would always reach out, always making sure she was okay.
Danielle knew her grandmother's concern was real, not just some social obligation because she'd married Alexander.
Before the wedding, she'd been raised by her grandmother and her maternal grandmother since childhood—they shared a bond that ran deeper than blood.
Danielle glanced at her calendar. "Maybe in a little while. Things are still crazy at work."
Kirsten was usually the one picking Niki up from school these days.
Vivian was back from the hospital, taking care of herself and occasionally keeping tabs on SoarCorp's progress.
Danielle worried about her mother's health and often reminded her not to overdo it.
But the truth was, these were some of the busiest days Danielle had ever faced. Everything seemed to be happening at once, and she could barely catch her breath.
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