The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1427

Dawn had barely broken when departure day arrived.

Alexander was up early. He didn't wake Danielle. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed in the dim light, watching her sleep, his chest tight with love and regret.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead. "Wait for me," he whispered.

Then he turned, grabbed his bag, and slipped silently out of the bedroom and out the front door.

Gian and Kirsten were already waiting by the driveway, flanked by the fully geared security detail.

Seeing Alexander walk out, Gian stepped forward and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Watch your six out there. If anything goes sideways, you call us. We'll hold the line here in Ashford."

"Thanks." Alexander gave them both a tight nod. "I'm counting on you to watch Danielle, Niki, and the Davidson family."

"You don't even have to ask. Danielle and Niki are under our protection. Nothing is getting past us," Kirsten said fiercely.

Alexander nodded one last time. With nothing left to say, he turned and climbed into the sleek SUV.

The convoy rolled out of the estate, heading toward the airport.

As they pulled out of the neighborhood, Alexander lowered his window and looked back. Standing by the front door, wrapped in the morning mist, was Danielle. She was waving at him, looking so small and fragile against the sprawling house.

Alexander raised a hand, waving back until the villa completely disappeared from his rearview mirror. Only then did he face forward.

Watching the taillights fade into the fog, Danielle finally let the tears fall.

Gian and Kirsten stepped up beside her, offering silent comfort.

She wiped her eyes and forced a small smile. "I'm okay. Sorry to be a mess."

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