The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1352

She stared blankly at Gian, feeling as though she was looking at a total stranger.

She had come here to save him, to tell his parents that the fake marriage was all her idea, that she had forced him into it.

She had even prepared herself to stand stubbornly by his side and face the full brunt of his parents' fury together.

Yet, right in front of them, he had said something so devastating.

He had already signed the divorce papers.

He had been planning this all along.

When she had casually suggested they find time to divorce, he had actually taken it to heart.

He was that desperate to wash his hands of her.

Kirsten's lips parted to speak, but her throat felt completely blocked. Not a single sound came out.

Looking at his indifferent expression, a bitter, agonizing cocktail of emotions surged through her chest.

It was true—she was the one who had brought up the divorce.

She had felt like a burden, utterly unworthy of him, convinced that divorcing her was the only way to free him from this mess.

Now that he was granting her wish and signing the papers, what right did she have to complain?

Kirsten's shoulders slumped in defeat.

The light vanished from her eyes, leaving them as hollow as burnt-out embers.

She finally understood. He said those words to tell her to back off.

He was telling her that whatever they had was over.

He was making it crystal clear that Atwood family affairs were none of her business.

A suffocating silence fell over the room once again.

Mr. Atwood and Gian's mom watched the exchange, a look of profound satisfaction settling on their faces.

Gian's mom scoffed, her tone laced with mockery. "Did you hear that, Ms. Delaney? Gian has already signed. Stop humiliating yourself."

"Sign the papers, take whatever severance you're owed, and leave my son alone."

Kirsten completely ignored her.

She kept her eyes glued to Gian, the last bit of hope draining from her face, leaving behind an agonizing emptiness.

Her fingers trembled as she tightened her grip on her purse, her knuckles turning bone-white.

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly lowered her head. When she spoke, her voice was as light as a breeze, drenched in self-deprecating sorrow. "Okay."

Gian's mom sighed heavily, thoroughly disappointed. "You had your pick of women from prestigious families, yet you chose to pull this fake marriage stunt with Kirsten. Now the entire social circle is laughing at the Atwoods."

Gian remained standing tall, his lowered lashes hiding the chaotic storm in his eyes, though his fists were still clenched white.

He said nothing.

Seeing his silent defiance, his mother softened her tone slightly, though her demands were just as sharp. "You already know Sammie. She's elegant, comes from a great background, and is a perfect match for you."

She paused, her voice leaving no room for argument. "We've booked a table at the Cloud Pavilion for seven tonight. You will go and meet her."

Gian's eyelashes fluttered. He swallowed hard, his voice violently hoarse. "Push it back."

Mr. Atwood's face darkened instantly. He struck the floor with his cane again. "Excuse me?!"

His mother frowned, her anger flaring. "Gian, don't be ungrateful! We've already promised Sammie's family. How are we supposed to explain it if you don't show up?"

Gian slowly looked up, sheer exhaustion written across his face. "I'm not in the right headspace for this."

"Delay it."

Mr. Atwood's chest heaved with fury, pointing a shaking finger at his son, temporarily speechless.

His mother sighed, unable to bear pushing him any further. She relented, softening her voice. "Fine. But when will you go? You can't put this off forever."

Gian lowered his eyes, his voice as faint as the wind. "When I've settled my current affairs."