The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1353

After leaving the mansion, Kirsten walked aimlessly for a while.

As she thought things through,

she decided she needed to make a clean break with Gian.

Pulling her jacket tight against the chill, she stood by the curb and waited.

She simply waited.

The moment Gian's car pulled out of the driveway,

Kirsten took a deep breath and stepped into his path.

The window rolled down, revealing Gian's exhausted face.

His eyes were still terribly bloodshot. Upon seeing her, he muttered, "Get in."

Kirsten's gaze drifted to his hands gripping the steering wheel. Those strong, steady hands had supported her through her lowest moments and brought her medicine when she was sick.

She looked away, her voice pitched low but razor-sharp. "I'm just here to set a time."

Gian's fingers twitched. He swallowed hard but stayed silent.

"A time to go to city hall." She looked up, meeting his gaze head-on.

Her eyes were perfectly calm, like an undisturbed lake, save for the faint redness that betrayed her lingering sorrow. "You've already signed the papers. I've reviewed them; everything looks fine."

Remembering how she had rushed in to save him just moments ago, remembering her desperate plea that they weren't divorced yet...

His chest tightened agonizingly, a dull ache throbbing in his heart.

"When?" he heard himself ask, his voice wrecked and gravelly.

Kirsten pressed her lips together, her fingers absently tracing the hem of her jacket. "Tomorrow morning at eight. I'll meet you outside city hall."

She paused, adding, "I'll bring all the necessary documents. You won't need to make an extra trip."

She spoke with cold, professional courtesy, as if finalizing a routine business deal.

Gian gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

She had wandered the streets aimlessly, the biting night wind stinging her face like glass.

This fake marriage had been her one desperate attempt—summoning every ounce of her courage—to finally get close to him.

She had fantasized endlessly about whether their pretend romance could become real.

But reality had just delivered a brutal slap to the face.

Last night, she had locked herself in her apartment and spent hours staring at the divorce agreement he had signed.

The harsh, blinding glare of her desk lamp illuminated Gian's bold signature, reflecting the tears swimming in her eyes.

But after the tears dried, a strange sense of peace had settled over her.

Maybe this was for the best.

This absurd fake marriage had ended in disaster, but at least it offered them both an escape.

He would no longer be weighed down by her family drama, no longer forced into bitter feuds with his parents because of her.