The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 394

“I can put you in touch with a good lawyer, Mom. Whatever happens, you can always talk to me first.”

“Getting divorced isn’t impossible—it’s just complicated with him, that’s all.”

Vivian rubbed her temples, a dull ache building behind her eyes.

She took a deep breath. “I’ve been married to him for so many years. Untangling all the assets is a headache. I’ve already filed the paperwork with the court.”

Vivian knew Danielle had been running herself ragged lately, barely finding time to eat. She hated to keep troubling her daughter. Danielle had just gotten her own marriage sorted out, and now she was wrapped up in her mother’s mess.

“I can handle this, sweetheart,” Vivian said gently. “If I really get stuck, I’ll ask for your help. For now, let me try to work through it.”

Danielle nodded. “Alright, but when I get home, I’ll send you the lawyer’s number. Don’t put this off, Mom. Every extra day just makes things messier.”

They talked for a while, sharing worries and small comforts, until it was nearly time for Niki to get out of preschool. Danielle said her goodbyes, grabbed her coat, and hurried out to pick up her daughter.

At the preschool gate, Danielle spotted Millie.

Millie was impossible to miss—dressed all in black, sunglasses perched on her nose, astride her roaring motorcycle. The kids clustered around, eyes wide with wonder. Children always loved anything flashy.

Raffy was the first out the door. His face lit up at the sight of Millie; he darted over and threw his arms around her. His mom was so cool—how could he not be proud?

“Mrs. Davidson, here to pick up your son?”

A few parents noticed Millie and waved. She’d been coming by so often that everyone assumed she was Raffy’s mother.

Millie had enjoyed plenty of perks by playing the role of Mrs. Davidson, and now she wanted to have it both ways—acting the victim while reaping the benefits.

Gripping the handlebars tightly, Millie shot back, “I’ve told you a thousand times—there’s nothing between Alex and me but friendship. If you keep insisting otherwise, I’ll sue you for defamation.”

She spoke with righteous indignation, as if she were the injured party.

Danielle only smiled, turning to meet Millie’s gaze. She didn’t care that both kids were listening. “Raffy is your biological son, not mine. If that information gets out, do you think his place as the Davidson heir will still be secure?”

How long would Millie be able to strut around with her head held high if the truth came out?

“You wouldn’t dare,” Millie shot back, not a hint of fear in her eyes. “If you had the guts, you’d have done it already. The only reason you’re staying quiet is because you’re afraid Alex will come after you. You won’t do it.”