The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1384

She was tired. Tired of guessing his motives, tired of letting her emotions be dragged around by his every move, tired of struggling in this shattered relationship.

She just wanted to find a job, live quietly, and leave the past behind.

Gian's outstretched hand froze in the air. Slowly, he pulled it back, curling his fingers into a tight fist until his knuckles turned white.

He knew she was truly done. She didn't want any ties to him.

Pushing her would only make her resent him more and deepen his own misery.

They stood under the streetlamp in suffocating silence. The air was thick with tension, bitterness, and an unspoken reluctance to let go.

Finally, Gian spoke. His voice was deep and raspy, carrying the weight of surrender. "Okay. I won't force you. I won't bother you anymore."

"Whatever you want, I'll respect it."

He looked at her, his eyes brimming with longing, as if trying to carve her image into his soul.

"Just... take care of yourself. No matter how busy work gets, remember to eat. Don't stay up too late."

"If you ever run into trouble, even if you won't come to me, go to Danielle. Don't carry it all alone."

Kirsten didn't respond. She turned her head away to stare at the nearby oak tree, refusing to let him see the red rimming her eyes.

Gian knew she didn't want any more interactions with him.

He took a deep breath, fighting the crushing pain in his chest. Giving her one last look, he turned and walked away.

His steps were slow. He looked back repeatedly, but until he stepped out of the pool of light and disappeared into the dark street, Kirsten never called out his name.

Rubbing her throbbing temples, she checked the screen. It was an unknown number. After a few seconds of hesitation, she picked up. "Hello?"

"Is this Ms. Kirsten Delaney? This is HR from Summit Tech. Congratulations, you've passed the interview."

"We'd like to officially offer you a position in the legal department. It'll be a one-month probationary period alongside Miss Gaylord. After that, we'll retain the stronger candidate for a permanent role."

The voice was warm and professional. Kirsten froze, then processed the words. She felt no joy—only a messy knot of conflicting emotions.

She and Luna had both passed. They were going to spend the next month as direct rivals. The irony was almost laughable.

"Understood. Thank you," she said, her tone completely neutral.

Hanging up, she sat on her bed and stared blankly at the wall for a long time.