The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 816

Danielle paused.

The apology was so sudden. She felt a lump forming in her throat. She looked into his deep, dark eyes, her emotions in turmoil. Rebecca had said his depression was severe, and for a professional like her to use that word, it had to be serious.

She took a deep breath, her lips parting. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Whatever decisions you made back then, your intentions were for me and Niki. You just chose the method you thought was best.”

She managed a small smile. “I don’t blame you. And I hope that one day, you’ll feel you can truly open up to me and tell me about the things you’ve kept hidden for so long.”

Alexander’s heart sank. Her deliberate attempt to comfort him felt worse than any accusation. He had made a mistake, made her and their daughter suffer for years, and now she was the one consoling him.

“You don’t have to treat me like a patient,” he said, his voice laced with self-mockery as he looked away into the distance. “I know what I did wrong, and I know how to make amends. I don’t need you to say the right things.”

Danielle’s fingers tightened. She wanted to say more, but his words stopped her.

Silence fell between them again.

Alexander glanced at the time. “It’s getting late. You should get some sleep. You have to take Niki to school in the morning.”

Without looking at her again, he turned away.

Danielle hesitated, then started to leave. After a few steps, she looked back. “You should get some rest, too.”

“I will.”

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” Niki asked, running out in her little dress. She looked around, her face falling when she didn’t see him. “Did Daddy leave already? He promised he would have breakfast with me.”

Danielle knelt and stroked her daughter’s hair. “Daddy had to go to work early,” she said with a smile.

“But don’t worry. Maybe he’ll come visit you often from now on. When he’s here, you can play with him and tell him all about what you do at school, okay?”

“Really?” Niki’s eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously. “Okay! Next time Daddy comes, I’m going to tell him I got a gold star!”

Danielle ruffled Niki’s hair. Rebecca had warned her about the severity of Alexander’s condition. Depression was a serious illness, and if a professional like Rebecca was concerned, it was truly bad.

But Niki… Niki could be an opening, a ray of light.