The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 364

Dozens of people in the upper ranks—all eyes—were fixed intently on the Davidson family.

“Your father’s about to step down,” the old woman said sharply. “Don’t cause trouble at a time like this.”

She paused, then added, “If you really have done something unforgivable to Dani—” Her gaze pierced straight through Alexander. “Then I’ll be the one to say it: you two will get divorced.”

“If Dani wants to leave you, don’t hold her back.”

Alexander stood motionless, his presence as cold and remote as ever. He listened, offering no reply.

The old woman pressed, “Well? Cat got your tongue?”

His bangs fell messily across his brow, shadows flickering in his eyes, unreadable as ever.

A heavy silence stretched between them.

At last, he spoke, voice low and deliberate.

“I don’t want a divorce.”

The old woman narrowed her eyes, instantly catching the implication. “So you mean Dani’s the one who wants to end it?”

Alexander finally looked up, his tone giving nothing away. “You can ask Dani yourself.”

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Across town, Danielle had barely had a moment to breathe lately; her calendar was packed and her phone never stopped buzzing.

With phase two of the project underway, she found herself constantly shuttling between meetings at Cloudpath.

Gian Atwood watched her whirl through the office every day like a spinning top—never stopping, never slowing. Finally, he had no choice but to call her into his office.

“What is it?” Danielle asked, not looking up from her tablet as she scrolled through a 3D model. “Can we make this quick? I’ve got to run a systems test in ten minutes.”

Every time a slot opened up in her schedule, she’d fill it with more work, unable to rest easy otherwise.

“So?” Gian arched an eyebrow. “You’re the CEO. Learning to delegate is part of the job. If you don’t, you’ll work yourself into the ground. Not everything has to cross your desk.”

Danielle powered off her tablet, took a deep breath, and nodded. “I’ll try to adjust.”

Gian’s concern was genuine. Her workload lately had been brutal.

Professor Hawthorne had already dropped several not-so-subtle hints to Gian about the situation—afraid Danielle would push herself too far.

It wasn’t just the company. She had her dissertation to finish, and she still went home to look after her daughter every night.

Gian had always thought he was busy, but compared to Danielle, he had to admit she was a master of time management.

Somehow, she squeezed forty-eight hours of work into a twenty-four-hour day.