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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1355

Whatever needed to be let go, she was finally letting it go.

"Kirsten..." Danielle's voice was laced with heartbreak. "Don't force yourself to be strong."

"If it hurts, just cry. Don't keep it bottled up."

Kirsten sniffled, fighting desperately to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm genuinely fine," Kirsten insisted. "Danielle, the dream is over. I'm awake now."

"I'm going to be perfectly fine from now on."

Just then, the screech of tires tore through the intersection.

Kirsten snapped her head up and saw a black Bentley hurtling toward city hall.

It was Gian's car.

Her heart leaped into her throat.

She watched the vehicle close the distance, finally slamming to a halt at the bottom of the steps.

The door swung open. Gian stepped out and immediately strode toward her.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, though his hair was disheveled. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, making it obvious he hadn't slept a wink.

He looked pale, his lips chapped, and his stride slightly unsteady, but he kept marching straight for her.

Kirsten's pulse went entirely off the rails.

Watching him get closer, seeing the exhaustion etched into his features, that lingering crush she had worked so hard to bury flared back to life.

He was here.

He had actually shown up.

On the phone, Danielle heard the commotion and asked, "Is that Gian?"

Kirsten took a deep breath, took the lead, and marched through the doors.

Gian watched her go, a flash of pure agony tearing through his eyes.

He clenched his fists, completely overwhelmed by the crushing reality.

-

Inside the city hall lobby.

Kirsten handed the signed divorce papers to the clerk. As her fingers brushed the paper, she could still feel the phantom warmth of the ink, yet her chest felt entirely hollowed out, her breaths coming in ragged little gasps.

The clerk blandly informed them of the mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period. Their voice was monotonous, utterly devoid of emotion, having clearly witnessed countless separations just like this one.

Kirsten gave a brief hum of acknowledgment, didn't say another word, and turned toward the exit.

She walked incredibly fast, practically fleeing the scene, as if a monster were chasing her out the door.

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