The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 27

Backstage dressing room.

Gian and Kirsten arrived one after the other.

Kirsten walked in, her face twisted with scorn. "Ran into those bad luck magnets again outside. Honestly, is there anywhere they're not? And that Millie? I heard she's competing too."

"She's completely nuts!" Kirsten huffed. "Did you see her strutting around like she owns the place?"

Danielle gave her a half-smile. "Why waste your breath on her?"

"I just can't stand that smug look—like she got where she is by latching onto men."

"She didn't make the cut for the Blackwood Research Institute, so she had her husband pull strings for her, get her in through the back door."

Kirsten was practically fuming, nostrils flaring. "Honestly, Alexander—what has he ever done for you, Danielle? You've been married all these years, and what do you get?"

"He's always so generous with Millie, though."

Danielle pressed her lips together.

It was true. In the six years they'd been married, Alexander made time every year to fly Raffy overseas just to see Millie.

When a man cares, no distance is too far.

No matter how warm the people around her, nothing could thaw the coldness Alexander showed her.

Six years, and what did she have to show for it? Nothing—except giving up her daughter and her own life to this marriage.

Danielle stood. "I'm going to the restroom," she said quietly.

Inside the crowded room, she felt suffocated, her chest tight, like invisible wires were wrapping around her, making it impossible to breathe.

She just needed a moment alone to gather her thoughts.

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