The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 192

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Alexander sat at the very center of the crowd, head lowered as he sipped his drink. Whatever emotions played across his face were impossible to read in the dim, shifting light.

He was his usual self: distant, reserved, giving nothing away. No matter how closely anyone watched, they could never guess what he was really thinking.

Even after five, almost six years of sharing a bed, Danielle had never managed to see through him.

Now that the divorce papers were signed, he should be happy.

"Ugh. Disgusting!" Kirsten spat after seeing the photo. "What are they celebrating? That the mistress finally clawed her way up and became the wife?"

"She's got a thicker skin than a brick wall."

Gian slipped his phone back into his pocket and looked at Danielle, eyes heavy with understanding.

"What about between you two…" he began, "Do you only want Niki?"

Kirsten caught on immediately, whipping her head around to look at Danielle. "That's right. Raffy is your own flesh and blood, too."

Danielle's hands tightened ever so slightly at her sides. Emotions surged within her, layer after layer, a hatred so deep it seemed to seep into her bones and threaten to spill over.

She spoke quietly. "Yeah. He prefers to stay with his dad."

No one knew Raffy wasn't her biological son. No one knew Raffy was actually Millie's child.

Only the three of them shared that secret.

Sometimes Danielle couldn't help but wonder if the two of them had planned this from the start—letting her raise their son while Millie went abroad for her degree. When Millie returned, she'd have Alexander's full support, both her career and family handed to her on a silver platter.

The divorce agreement even had a confidentiality clause about Raffy's parentage.

If the truth ever came out, Raffy would be nothing more than an illegitimate child.

Kirsten's gaze softened with sympathy as she looked at Danielle. "It's fine. He always cared more about having a son anyway. Let him keep Raffy. At least you'll have Niki with you."

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The club.

Danielle and her friends made their way upstairs to the private room they'd reserved, passing another suite along the way—its door left open.

"Miss Crawford, you here for drinks too?" someone called out.

Turning, Danielle saw Millie standing there, glass in hand, a polite, distant smile on her lips. "Want to join us? There's only three of you."

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