The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 958

Seeing the clarity return to Danielle’s eyes, Gian softened his tone, his voice as gentle as an afternoon breeze. “I know it’s not easy to let go, especially after everything you’ve been through and with Niki in the picture. But you have to learn to move forward. You can’t stay trapped in the past.”

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on her. “And remember, you’re not alone in this. Kirsten and I are here for you. Whatever happens, all you have to do is ask, and we’ll help.”

Danielle looked at Gian’s steady, reassuring face, and a current of warmth flowed through her. She had known him for so long, and he had always been this way—a quiet presence in her life who never sought the spotlight, but was always the first to show up when she was in trouble, offering the most dependable comfort and support. When she was scrambling for project funding, he had quietly connected her with a reliable investor. Now that she was entangled in vicious rumors, he had come without a second thought to help her put on a show.

A friend so kind and capable was the most solid anchor she had in these chaotic times. Danielle’s eyes grew misty, her voice thick with emotion. “Gian, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you and Kirsten.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” Gian said with a shake of his head, picking up the fruit platter and handing her a slice of apple. “We’re friends. Helping each other is what friends do. Besides, I can’t stand people like Lorie who pull dirty tricks behind people’s backs. I’m happy to help you get some payback.”

“I told you, don’t mention it,” Gian said, rubbing his temples as his voice returned to its usual gentle tone. “Now, about the specifics of our act, we should probably iron out the details. Like how we ‘got together.’ We need a backstory so we don’t get caught in a lie.”

Danielle nodded, pulling out her phone to jot down notes. Gian continued, “Also, we should occasionally post some couple-y things on social media. Nothing too frequent, maybe once or twice a week, just enough to make people believe we’re really dating.”