The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 34

If his mom was really back, everything would feel so much easier.

"Raffy." Danielle looked at him, taking a steadying breath. "If you need something, go ask your new mom."

Raffy blinked at her, silent, his gaze still clouded with sleep.

He wanted to believe that since his mom had come home tonight, she'd be here tomorrow too. Her words might sound bitter, but in his heart he clung to the hope that this time, she was staying for good.

He didn't argue. Instead, he simply turned and went to bed.

Danielle let out a long sigh.

She glanced through the study and the bedroom, but Alexander was nowhere to be found.

Maybe he wasn't coming home tonight.

And here she was, like an idiot, coming all the way back just to talk to him.

Promises from Alexander—almost every single one had been broken.

Danielle lowered her eyes, exhaustion weighing down both her mind and her body. She turned and headed downstairs, ready to leave, when she heard the sound of a car engine in the driveway.

Alexander was back.

The front door swung open. Alexander stepped inside, tossing his car keys onto the entryway table without looking.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and strode into the house.

His cool gaze swept over Danielle, as impassive as ever. "Just got back?"

That detached tone—it never changed with him.

"Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about something."

Alexander flung his jacket onto the sofa and headed for the stairs. "Wait for me. I have an international conference call."

He paused as he passed Danielle. "Don't come up and interrupt me until I'm finished."

Now that he was close, Danielle could clearly smell a woman's perfume clinging to him.

Millie's scent.

His shirt and tie were loose, as if someone had tugged them open.

Danielle's eyes landed on his collar—there, bold as day, was a lipstick stain. Crimson, impossible to miss.

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