The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1368

She zipped up the suitcase, rolled it into the living room, and walked straight toward the front door without sparing her parents a single glance.

"Where do you think you're going?" Her mother finally panicked, jumping up to block her path. "If you leave, what are we supposed to do?"

Kirsten looked at her, her eyes terrifyingly calm. "Where I go has nothing to do with you."

"From now on, stay out of my life."

She firmly pushed her mother's hand away, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.

She dragged her suitcase down the stairs. Her legs felt like jelly, weightless yet incredibly heavy at the same time.

Stepping outside, the chilly autumn wind hit her face, making her shiver.

Just then, Danielle's name lit up her phone.

"Hey, Danielle," Kirsten answered.

"Kirsten, are you okay?" Danielle's voice was full of concern. "You left in such a rush, I got worried."

Kirsten leaned against her suitcase. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Where are you right now? Do you want me to come keep you company?"

"No, it's okay," Kirsten declined gently. "I'm just walking around, clearing my head."

The line was silent for a few seconds before Danielle spoke again. "Did your family say something awful to you?"

Kirsten pressed her lips together, staying quiet, which was answer enough.

"Don't let them get to you," Danielle sighed softly. "People like that aren't worth your tears."

Kirsten took a deep breath, as if making a resolution. "Danielle, I've realized that a person really needs to have their own hobbies or something to care about."

"Otherwise, when you go through a breakup, you don't even know what to do with yourself. You just sit around and wallow."

Danielle paused, then let out a warm laugh. "I'm glad you're looking at it that way."

"If you need anything, call me."

Ms. Gaylord sat beside her, patiently teaching her how to read the sheet music, correcting her posture, and guiding her through simple melodies.

Kirsten was highly focused, her fingers pressing the black and white keys, producing hesitant notes at first.

Slowly, the music smoothed out.

As the gentle melody echoed through the tiny apartment, Kirsten felt a profound sense of peace. The suffocating pain and grievance that had been crushing her seemed to drift away with the music.

The lesson flew by.

Checking her watch, Ms. Gaylord smiled. "Let's stop here for today. You learn incredibly fast. You have a real gift."

Standing up, a genuine smile finally graced Kirsten's face. "Thank you, Ms. Gaylord."

She walked the teacher to the door and opened it for her.

As she stood there, her gaze casually drifted toward the street below, and her heart nearly stopped.

Parked right across the street from her building was a black Bentley. A car she knew entirely too well.