The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 303

After Danielle and the others arrived at the mountain spa resort, they each chose a hot spring pool.

The men and women split up, but the pools were adjacent, making conversation easy.

In the changing room, Kirsten rummaged through the swimsuits she’d brought—most of them were revealing, with barely-there straps and bold cuts.

Danielle, ever the conservative, picked out the most modest one she could find.

Kirsten rolled her eyes. “With a body like yours, you should be showing it off! Why are you hiding behind all that fabric?” She looked Danielle up and down, exasperated. “Honestly, I shouldn’t have even packed that one-piece.”

Danielle’s choice was a simple, pale sundress-style swimsuit with delicate straps—a far cry from the daring bikinis in Kirsten’s bag.

Kirsten’s teasing made Danielle laugh. In her old life, she’d always put family first and rarely thought about dressing up for herself. Fashion had never been her priority.

To her, Kirsten’s bikinis might as well have been the equivalent of stepping outside in nothing at all.

“If you really expect me to walk out there in that bikini…” Danielle hesitated, shaking her head. “I don’t think I could handle it—not right away.”

Years of being the daughter-in-law in a wealthy, old-money family had taught her to dress with restraint and elegance; modesty was second nature. The idea of suddenly baring it all felt impossible.

Kirsten huffed. “Well, next time, you’d better be ready to break through your comfort zone and join me in a bikini.”

Danielle just smiled helplessly and began to change.

Under the soft lights, her skin looked impossibly smooth and fair, her figure lithe and perfectly proportioned. Not a trace of extra weight, every curve in its place. Even after having Niki, Danielle’s body hadn’t changed one bit—and it left Kirsten momentarily speechless.

When Danielle finished changing, she put her clothes away in the locker, turning her back to Kirsten. The gentle curve of her waist and those impossibly sculpted dimples above her hips made her look effortlessly sensual.

“Damn!” Kirsten blurted, unable to help herself. She reached out and gave Danielle’s waist a playful squeeze. “All these years, and Alexander was the only one who got to enjoy this? What a waste.”

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