The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 357

Millie held a dress up to Bianca, gauging how it would look on her.

Bianca took the dress and examined herself in the mirror. “You have great taste, Millie,” she remarked with a satisfied smile.

Kirsten spotted the two of them from across the boutique. Narrowing her eyes, she drawled coldly, “Well, look at that—Mother-in-law parading the mistress around town like it’s something to be proud of.”

Danielle’s brow furrowed slightly. The Davidson family’s old friends were celebrating a wedding soon, so it made sense for Bianca to be shopping for dresses. In previous years, Danielle would have been the one by Bianca’s side. Now, the scene looked very different.

Kirsten was about to suggest they leave—there were plenty of other boutiques, no need to patronize this one—when Niki, standing beside her grandmother and Millie, frowned but kept quiet.

“Danielle?” Millie’s surprised voice rang out as she caught sight of them.

“What a coincidence—you’re here shopping for dresses too?” Millie said brightly.

At the sound of Danielle’s name, Bianca’s expression soured. She looked Danielle up and down with open distaste, then noticed Niki at her side.

Bianca’s eyes narrowed. “Out shopping with your daughter, but left your son behind?”

Kirsten crossed her arms, letting out a sharp laugh. “You’re one to talk. Why are you escorting your son’s mistress around town instead of your own daughter-in-law?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bianca retorted, her tone glacial. “The Delaney family is supposed to be old money—how did you raise such a disrespectful daughter?”

Kirsten curled her lip, staring Bianca down. “And the Davidson family is even more prestigious, yet you managed to raise a cheating son. So what’s your excuse? I’m just stating the facts; can’t handle the truth?”

It was the classic double standard—Bianca could dish it out, but couldn’t take it.

Millie stepped in quickly, trying to smooth things over. “Please don’t be upset, Aunt Bianca. I think there’s a misunderstanding about me and Alex.”

“We grew up together as family friends. Aunt Bianca has always treated me like her own daughter, so I’m just keeping her company while she shops for a dress.”

She gave Danielle a gentle, composed smile. “You don’t mind, do you, Danielle?”

Then she reached for Danielle’s hand, her tone soft and sweet. “Danielle, please help me explain to Ms. Delaney that there’s nothing going on between me and Alex. You know that. I’d hate for people to get the wrong idea and ruin Alex’s good reputation as a loyal husband.”

Danielle felt a wave of chills crawl up her arm where Millie touched her, her stomach turning with disgust.

She and Alexander had signed a divorce confidentiality agreement—it would be in effect for a year. Millie knew all about it. In front of the Davidson family, Millie played her part to perfection. And Danielle had no proof of their affair.

Bianca’s eyes landed on a wedding gown displayed in the window. “How about this one?” she said, pointing at the designer piece. “Let me have them bring it over for you to try on.”

“See if this style suits you. If it does, Alex can have one custom-made for you.”

Right in front of Danielle, Bianca was helping the mistress try on wedding dresses—without a shred of regard for Danielle’s dignity. Danielle was still, in name, Mrs. Davidson. But Bianca acted as if she didn’t even exist.

Everyone knew what this charade was about—Bianca was already planning Millie and Alexander’s wedding, as if it were set in stone.

Kirsten’s expression darkened. “Pick carefully,” she said with biting sarcasm. “The bigger the wedding, the bigger the embarrassment.”

Bianca glanced at her, lips tight. “You’re still young. I won’t stoop to your level.”

Then she fixed her gaze on Danielle. “Well? What are you standing there for? Get to it—help us choose and settle the bill. Don’t waste our time.”

Bianca was parading Millie around, letting her try on wedding gowns right in front of the wife, stomping on every last shred of Danielle’s pride.

Danielle’s voice was like ice. “I have no obligation to pay for you, and even less to pick out wedding dresses for someone else. If you’re so old and still can’t do things yourself, maybe you should’ve stayed home with a nurse instead of coming out and making a fool of yourself.”