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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 3

Smack—

Something soft landed by Danielle's feet, jolting her out of her daze.-

She glanced down in confusion. A blue fondant cake lay on the floor.

"Mom, I told you—I don't want you making my birthday cake!" Raffy's voice rang out, sharp with annoyance. He looked up at Danielle, his eyes stubborn. "It's ugly, and it tastes gross. Can't you understand plain English?"

Wait…

Danielle drew a shaky breath.

She was back? Was this really happening?

She was back—back at Raffy's birthday party, one year ago.

Raffy was still complaining, his voice relentless: "I want the cake Miss Fletcher makes!"

"Mom, I think your cake is yummy. If Raffy doesn't want any, I'll eat it all myself," Niki piped up, her voice sweet and soft.

Hearing her daughter's gentle words again, Danielle looked at Niki's small, delicate face. Tears blurred her vision.

She knelt down, cupping Niki's cheeks in her hands, the warmth and reality anchoring her—she really was back.

This time, she swore, she would never let anyone hurt her daughter again.

Niki turned to Raffy. "You can't talk to Mom like that! Aren't you afraid she'll never bake you a cake again?"

"Keep it. I don't care," Raffy shot back, dismissive. He grabbed Millie's hand. "I want Miss Millie to be my mom. Miss Millie makes me all kinds of delicious things. She takes me horseback riding and rock climbing. Mom doesn't even know what riding is—so embarrassing. Dad likes Miss Millie, and so do I!"

Alexander frowned slightly. "What nonsense are you saying?"

Millie, dressed in her usual smart leather jacket, let out a breezy laugh.

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