The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1380

She looked up, meeting Danielle's gaze with absolute clarity. Her voice was quiet. "Gian told you, didn't he? He told you I was broke and desperate for a job."

Danielle didn't try to lie. She nodded, her tone sincere. "He's genuinely worried about you. You've stepped away from Ninesky, you don't have much cash flow, and your family is bleeding you dry. Carrying all of that on your own is too much."

Kirsten picked up her Americano and took a sip. The bitter liquid washed over her tongue, perfectly matching the state of her heart.

She let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh. "Wow. How incredibly generous of him to waste his time on my pathetic little problems."

"Kirsten," Danielle said, her voice dropping into a gentle, pleading tone. "I know you're furious, and I know he broke your heart. But the two of you have known each other since college. You've been friends for years. Even if the marriage went down in flames, you don't have to treat him like an absolute enemy."

"He's terrible at expressing himself, but his concern for you is real."

Kirsten lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting dark shadows over her cheeks. After a heavy silence, she finally looked up, flashing Danielle a genuine smile, and reached out to take the folder. "Regardless, thank you. I owe you one."

She wasn't stupid or ungrateful. Danielle was doing this out of pure love, and she couldn't reject her best friend's help.

As for Gian's involvement? She would simply pretend it didn't exist.

Seeing her accept the folder, Danielle finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's my girl. Let's get your career stabilized first. We can worry about the rest of the drama later."

"If you need anything—anything at all—you call me."

Kirsten nodded. They spent the next hour chatting about lighter topics, with Danielle giving her inside tips on how to handle the specific interviewers. Kirsten listened quietly, nodding along.

Right before they parted ways, Danielle forcefully shoved a sleek credit card into Kirsten's hand, insisting she use it for emergencies. Knowing Danielle wouldn't take no for an answer, Kirsten reluctantly accepted it, already making a mental note to pay her back the second her first paycheck cleared.

It was Miss Gaylord.

A wave of sheer revulsion washed over Kirsten, making her stomach churn as if she had just swallowed a fly.

Wasn't she a piano teacher? What the hell was she doing interviewing for a corporate legal position?

Kirsten forced a tight, icy smile, offering a single, flat syllable. "Yes."

She walked over to an empty chair on the opposite side of the room and sat down, though on the inside, her mind was reeling with chaos.