The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 410

A crack in the window had been left open.

The sheer curtains fluttered in the chill from outside, illuminated only by the dim glow of a bedside lamp. The whole room felt especially cold and deserted—tinged with a faint sense of unease, almost like something out of a horror movie.

Danielle frowned, finally getting up to close the window. She tugged the blackout drapes into place, but as she reached for the curtain, her hand suddenly froze.

She stood motionless, staring toward the darkness outside. For a few seconds, she fixated on that spot, uncertain if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

It looked like there was a small, flickering red light suspended in the night sky.

But when she blinked and looked again, it was gone. Nothing unusual at all.

Danielle rubbed her temples, blaming her exhaustion for the strange vision. She let out a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, then yanked the curtains shut and flopped onto the bed.

But sleep wouldn’t come easily that night. She tossed and turned, unable to shake the lingering anxiety. Danielle had always been a little high-strung, prone to letting her imagination run wild, and that mysterious red dot gnawed at her thoughts.

It felt as if an unseen pair of eyes was watching her from the shadows.

This hotel unnerved her, making her skin crawl.

By the time the faint glow of dawn crept through the window, Danielle had barely slept at all. She dragged herself out of bed and pulled the curtains open, peering in the direction where she thought she’d seen the red light.

A surveillance camera was mounted on a utility pole just outside.

Hotel security measures, she realized.

The camera monitored the whole area—a simple explanation.

Danielle felt a tiny wave of relief. At least no one was actually lurking in the darkness, spying on her. She hadn’t done anything to make enemies. Why would anyone be watching her?

Knock, knock, knock—

Danielle’s brow furrowed, her heart pounding. “Last night, when I looked, it seemed fine. I even saw its red light blinking…”

The memory flashed in her mind: the tiny red glow, vanishing a second later.

It was possible the intruder had disabled the camera, and the light had gone out just after she noticed it.

Which meant the break-in could have happened right under her nose.

A chill ran down Danielle’s spine, leaving her covered in goosebumps.

Harold watched her reaction. “It’s alright. You’re safe, and the hotel’s security is decent. Maybe it was just a fluke. But if you’re feeling anxious, I can arrange for someone to keep an eye on your door, or maybe have another woman stay with you tonight.”

He was attentive, clearly aware of how rattled she was.

After all, in this world, it’s not the ghosts in the dark that are truly terrifying—it’s the thought of a stranger lurking in your room, someone you never even knew was there.