The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 279

Alexander narrowed his eyes, gaze fixed unflinchingly on her face.

He said nothing.

With just the two of them in the hospital room, the atmosphere grew tense—almost surreal. Her question seemed out of place, as if she’d disturbed something delicate.

But she had to ask.

For Danielle, the divorce was non-negotiable. She had no intention of remaining entangled with him for another day, let alone a lifetime.

His silence weighed heavily, making Danielle feel almost paralyzed. The quiet pressed in on her chest, so stifling it seemed that the smallest movement on her part could cause a tidal wave.

Standing at the foot of his bed, Danielle lowered her gaze and spoke again. “If today doesn’t work, we can discuss another date.”

“The last time you were hospitalized after that horse accident, it didn’t stop you from signing the divorce papers, did it?”

She paused, tone unyielding. “This time shouldn’t get in the way of a quick trip to city hall either.”

She’d already cleared her schedule for tomorrow. Her days lately had been packed, every hour accounted for. She wasn’t about to let one more thing go awry.

Alexander let out a low, inexplicable laugh. He shut his laptop with a snap.

“Ingrate.”

He didn’t raise his voice, but it was just loud enough for Danielle to catch every syllable.

Ingrate? Was he talking about her?

What a load to dump on her shoulders.

Danielle never took blame that wasn’t hers to bear. Folding her arms, she leveled her gaze at the man on the bed. “So, am I ungrateful? Or just returning good with ill?”

How exactly did she deserve that label? Both times, whether now or before, he’d rescued Millie—not her. She owed him nothing.

“Alex, I’ve got the hot water—time for a wash-up.”

Millie returned just then, carrying a basin of steaming water. She shot Danielle a pointed look.

“Miss Crawford, would you mind giving us a moment?” Millie said coolly. “It’s not really appropriate for you to stay.”

If not for Millie, Danielle wouldn’t have survived yesterday.

And yet, Danielle had shown up today bearing fruit—was she having second thoughts about the divorce? Or did she mistakenly believe Alex had saved her?

So she’d come to express her gratitude—what self-importance.

The more Millie thought about Danielle, the more she seemed like a walking joke.

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The next morning.

Danielle woke up early, organized her day’s work, and after sending out her emails, she got ready and headed to city hall.

She wasn’t going to let anything jeopardize her divorce. Not today.

She arrived right as the doors opened at nine.

Alexander wasn’t there yet.