The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 259

The night dragged on, long and sleepless.

A daughter’s yearning for her father’s love—nothing could ever mend that ache at the core of her heart.

Danielle had told Niki countless harsh words, insisting that from now on, neither of them would have anything to do with Alexander. No contact, no connection.

But a child’s heart clings stubbornly to hope. Letting go is never that easy.

After all, he was her dad.

So why couldn’t she call him “Dad”?

It was the kind of lesson ingrained from childhood, deep roots impossible to pull free.

If Danielle told Niki right now that Alexander wasn’t her father, it would still break her heart. Just like how Niki seemed to have calmly accepted moving out of their old home, yet still grew sad whenever she thought about the three of them going on vacation together, as a family.

Maybe Niki wondered, Why does Dad always love my brother but not me and Mom?

A child’s longing—so hard to let go of.

Danielle was helpless in the face of it all.

All she could do was leave it to time; there was no way to change what Niki felt inside.

She rose quietly, tiptoeing from her daughter’s room, then sat down at her laptop and searched for advice.

Child mental health counseling.

But it was late. Most offices were already closed for the night.

She walked out onto the balcony, staring into the endless dark, the cold wind biting her cheeks and clearing her head a little.

Waves of post-wine headache pulsed behind her eyes. Danielle lowered her gaze, standing in the night for a long, silent while.

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The next morning, at first light, Danielle got herself ready and took Niki to school.

They had just reached the school gates when they ran into Alexander.

He looked freshly returned from a seaside getaway, dressed in casual clothes. It was rare for him to drop his son off at school himself.

He looked away, face impassive.

She lowered her gaze and nodded, a little too hard.

Even so, as she walked away, Niki couldn’t help glancing back at Alexander one last time, reluctant to let go.

After Niki disappeared through the school doors, Danielle dropped the breakfast into the nearest trash can.

She turned to Alexander, voice cold: “Is there something you need?”

His eyes lingered on her frosty expression, dark and unreadable.

Her body language made it clear—she and her daughter wanted nothing more to do with him.

After a long, heavy pause, Alexander finally spoke, his tone slow and measured: “About the agreement—if it’s too much, you can just forget it.”

A mild, almost indifferent reminder: “Don’t push yourself.”

Danielle almost laughed out loud. It was as if he’d just told her the funniest joke she’d ever heard.