The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1263

She had always preferred Millie Fletcher.

But these last few days had given her time to reflect, and she realized just how shallow and snobbish she had been.

“It wasn’t a hardship,” Danielle said, shaking her head.

“The past is the past.”

Alexander watched the two women holding hands.

He wrapped an arm around Danielle, pulling her into his embrace, and looked at his mother.

“Mom,” he said solemnly, “I won’t make you worry like this again. And I will never let Danielle get hurt again.”

Bianca looked at the couple, her son’s arms wrapped protectively around the woman he loved.

She knew then that after surviving this ordeal, her son had truly grown up.

Meanwhile, Gian and Kirsten sat in the car, watching the city scenery fly by in silence.

The atmosphere was a little strange.

Kirsten turned to Gian, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“So? How does it feel, having the title of Mrs. Atwood? Not too bad, I hope?”

Gian turned, his eyes landing on her striking profile.

A complex emotion flickered in their depths before he let out a soft laugh.

“No,” he admitted.

“Not bad at all.”

A suburban villa, encircled by a dense grove of camphor trees, was dappled with sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Niki, dressed in a little yellow frock, sat on a swing on the lawn.

She held a lollipop in one hand, kicking her short legs and humming a tuneless song.

Calvin, standing nearby, saw the car pull into the driveway and hurried to meet it.

The door opened and Alexander stepped out first, then carefully helped Danielle.

His steps were still a bit unsteady from his not-yet-healed chest wound, but he held his back straight.

The moment Danielle’s eyes landed on the small figure on the swing, her own eyes welled up, and she practically ran across the lawn.

“Niki!”

“Daddy’s fine now. And I will never leave Niki and Mommy again.”

Standing off to the side, Calvin quietly wiped his eyes before turning and heading back into the house, leaving the family to their private reunion.

Niki chattered away, nestled between her parents, sometimes pulling Danielle’s hand to tell her about her days, other times whispering secrets into Alexander’s ear.

Watching her daughter’s animated expressions and the gentle smile on Alexander’s face, Danielle felt her heart swell, completely full.

All the fear and pain she had endured in Antarctica vanished in that perfect moment.

“Mommy, Daddy, can we promise to never be apart again?” Niki asked, looking up at them with pleading eyes.

“Yes,” Alexander and Danielle said in unison, sharing a smile.

They stayed on the lawn for a long time, until the sun began to set.

Then, holding Niki’s hands, they slowly walked into the house, where Calvin had prepared a lavish dinner of all their favorite foods.

At the table, Niki sat in her high chair, occasionally putting a piece of food into Alexander’s bowl.

“Daddy, eat up so you can get strong again,” she’d say, before doing the same for Danielle.

“Mommy, you eat too. You got so skinny.”