The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 957

She never imagined Niki would take to Gian so quickly. Perhaps Kirsten’s suggestion was the right one after all.

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Danielle drove into their residential complex and parked the car. Gian, still carrying Niki, got out first. Niki had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, refusing to be put down and insisting he carry her all the way upstairs. With an amused and helpless smile, Gian obliged, carrying her into the building.

Once they were inside the apartment, Danielle placed Gian’s suitcase by the door. “Gian, make yourself comfortable. I’ll start on lunch, it won’t take long.”

“Let me help,” Gian said, putting Niki down. But just as he was about to follow Danielle into the kitchen, Niki tugged on his sleeve.

“Uncle Gian, can you build blocks with me? Mommy is super fast at making lunch!” Niki pulled him toward the pile of building blocks in the living room, her eyes sparkling with hope.

Gian couldn’t resist her adorable expression. He smiled, turning to Danielle. “You go ahead. I’ll play with Niki for a bit.”

Danielle nodded and went into the kitchen. Listening to the happy chatter from the living room, the last of her reservations melted away.

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Gian let out a wry little laugh. He set down his cup and looked at her, his expression suddenly serious. “Danielle, your biggest problem is that you’re too soft-hearted. You think you’re being considerate, but what’s actually happening? This ‘breakup’ of yours is just a lingering attachment. The second he comes back to you, you’ll waver.”

He paused, his voice growing graver. “I’m not trying to cause trouble between you two, but I need to remind you of something: trying to save a man will only bring you misery. Alexander’s illness is his to deal with. His choices are his to make. You don’t have to tie his life to yours. You have Niki to raise and your own career to build. It’s time you started living for yourself.”

Danielle met Gian’s gaze, feeling as if his words had struck something deep inside her. Kirsten had told her similar things, but hearing them from Gian, they carried a different weight. All this time, she thought she was being understanding, but she hadn't realized that her compassion had become a cage of her own making.

“I know,” she said softly after a long moment.