The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 405

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Summary for Chapter 405: The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell

Chapter 405 – A Turning Point in The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell by Laura

In this chapter of The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell, Laura introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 405 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

Danielle and Harold had booked their hotel rooms.

They’d arranged to stay on the same floor, making it easier to coordinate their work during the trip.

When Kirsten Delaney heard about it, she insisted on driving Danielle to the airport.

For the next two days, Niki would be staying over with Vivian Linden.

“Alone with Mr. Chapman, huh? This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” Kirsten teased, grinning mischievously. “You’d better make the most of it.”

Danielle shot her a look. “This is a business trip, Kirsten. There’s an entire tech team going along.”

Kirsten arched an eyebrow. “From your tone, you almost sound disappointed. Is it because the tech team’s tagging along? You think you and Mr. Chapman won’t get a chance to bond?”

Danielle rolled her eyes at her and let out a long, helpless sigh.

“Kirsten, I’m really not looking to start anything right now. This trip is strictly work—just business, nothing else.”

Kirsten waved her hand dismissively, bored by Danielle’s seriousness. “Alright, alright, I get it. Let me have my little daydream, will you?” She linked arms with Danielle, pouting. “I just think life’s too short not to find someone to share it with.”

She hesitated, her tone softening. “And honestly, after everything you went through in your last marriage… I just hate to think you’ve given up on love altogether. Are you really planning to spend your whole life alone?”

Kirsten genuinely cared. Danielle’s last marriage had left her battered and exhausted, and hearing her flatly refuse even the idea of romance made Kirsten worry even more.

If someone like Harold—a genuinely good guy—couldn’t spark anything, then what hope was there?

Danielle stopped, resting her hand on her suitcase handle, and took a deep breath. She looked Kirsten in the eye.

“I know you’re worried about me, about what I went through before,” she said quietly. “But there’s more to life than love and marriage. Those things aren’t essential for happiness, at least not for me—not right now. So, you don’t need to pity me or worry on my behalf.”