The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 359

Kirsten sat in the passenger seat while Danielle and Niki were in the back.

Outside, rain hammered down in sheets—visibility was almost nonexistent. Danielle decided to pull into a mall parking garage and had Kirsten’s driver take her home instead.

Summer storms always struck without warning.

Niki leaned against the window, her gaze fixed on the torrent outside, silent and thoughtful.

Danielle watched her daughter’s small silhouette, lost in her own thoughts.

They hadn’t driven more than a couple of miles before the car jolted to a halt.

Kirsten glanced at the driver. “What happened?”

He frowned, his expression grave as he tried the ignition again. Nothing.

“Ma’am, I think the car’s broken down. I’ll step out and take a look.”

He got out, leaving them in the stuffy car as the storm raged on. Cars behind them began to maneuver around, giving the stranded vehicle a wide berth.

When the driver finally returned, he was drenched, water streaming from his hair and clothes. “The car’s not going anywhere,” he reported. “I’ll call for another to pick you up.”

Kirsten’s face tightened with irritation. “Didn’t you check the car before we left? How does it just break down like this?”

“I’m very sorry, ma’am. It’s just bad luck,” he explained apologetically, eyes lowered as he quickly made the call for backup.

He was Kirsten’s personal chauffeur, and she had the temperament to match her privileged upbringing. She never bothered to hide her displeasure.

Danielle hadn’t expected any of this, but there was no point getting upset.

Just then, an SUV pulled up alongside them and stopped.

“What’s going on?” Millie rolled down her window and called out, her voice half-lost in the roar of the rain. “Need some help?”

The driver, not recognizing them, assumed the offer was genuine.

Danielle peered out at the unfamiliar car.

Through the rain, she caught a glimpse of a man behind the wheel—it was Alexander.

“We broke down,” the driver answered.

“That’s rough,” Millie replied, frowning. “But we only have two open seats. Not enough for everyone.”

“It’s dangerous to just sit here, you know?” Millie continued, leaning from the window. “Do you want us to call someone for you?”

Kirsten exploded. “Seriously? Why are you even talking to her? Tell her to mind her own damn business and drive on!”

If it weren’t for the downpour, she’d have gotten out and given Millie a piece of her mind. It was obvious they’d stopped just to gawk at their misfortune—anyone could see a stranded car in the middle of the road meant trouble. Knowing they couldn’t help, they’d still paused to gloat.

Before the driver could reply, Alexander hit the gas and the SUV sped off.

Kirsten stared after them, incredulous, then turned to Danielle. “Is he out of his mind? Does he not realize you two are still in this car? It’s bad enough if he doesn’t care about you, but his own daughter?”

Unbelievable. What a jerk.

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