The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1388

She knew Luna wasn't giving a 'friendly reminder'. It was a calculated move.

She dragged Kirsten into the case, publicly questioned her ethics, and wedged her between her old company and her new job, forcing her onto a tightrope.

Corporate rivalry was brutal, but doing it this way felt deliberately cruel.

It was designed to ensure that as long as Kirsten had any ties to Ninesky, she would always be the 'outsider' at Summit.

Kirsten opened her laptop and started pulling Ninesky's files.

During her time there, she had watched the company grow from a startup to a powerhouse. She knew the filing system backward and forward. Yet, that very expertise was now the weapon being used to tank her new career.

The more she thought about it, the more furious she felt. She shoved her mouse away, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling.

She just wanted a normal job. She wanted to pay her own bills and live in peace. Why was it so damn hard?

First, Gian's constant shadow, and now Luna's manufactured drama. It felt like no matter where she went, she was getting sucked back into the same toxic whirlpool.

After a long moment, Kirsten snapped out of it and grabbed her mouse again.

She wasn't going to surrender. She wasn't going to let Luna win, and she absolutely wasn't going to let this toxicity break her focus.

Taking a deep breath, she started typing.

She zoned out the noise and buried herself in the work, categorizing Ninesky's contracts and IP records. She flagged every clause relevant to the dispute, keeping her notes sharp, meticulous, and completely objective.

The morning flew by.

Kirsten bound the compiled dossier, walked it over to Luna's desk, dropped it without a word, and walked away.

Luna flipped through it. She was visibly surprised by how thorough and flawless the prep work was.

But she just raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and went back to the case file.

The familiar glass tower. The familiar revolving doors. Even the security guards were the same.

Kirsten hesitated at the entrance, her chest tight.

She used to walk in here like she owned the place. Now, she was walking in as the 'enemy', trailing behind Luna. The irony was suffocating.

The receptionist verified their appointment and pointed them toward the legal wing.

As they walked through the lobby, several Ninesky employees recognized Kirsten. Shocked whispers broke out as they stared at her.

Kirsten kept her head down, dodging their stares, her humiliation spiking with every step.