The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 371

Alexander listened to her words, but his expression stayed cold and unreadable.

He rolled the lighter in his hand, gaze drifting out the car window as he spoke, voice casual and detached. “It’s not time yet.”

Not time yet.

Danielle gave a sharp, humorless twist of her lips.

She didn’t bother replying.

She knew Alexander all too well. The agreement was signed; she’d asked to end things early, he refused, and that was the end of it. He never changed his mind. There was no point wasting breath.

He’d drag things out to the bitter end, just to spite her.

A few seconds passed before Danielle let out a low laugh and looked at Alexander, the smile brittle and empty. “Do you resent me that much?”

Enough to keep holding on, even now.

Adults, she thought, should know how to let go. Why did he insist on clinging to the past?

He finally looked away from the window, his eyes flicking over her, slow and disinterested. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Night air slipped in through the crack in the window, tousling her hair. Danielle’s smile sharpened, tinged with mockery.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t even care enough to try to understand what she was saying.

She’d wanted to talk, to draw a line, to finally cut ties clean—but that was pointless. He’d never understand her, not really.

A moment later, the car pulled up outside her apartment.

Alexander glanced at the run-down building before turning his gaze away, voice flat. “You’re really not moving out?”

She’d been given plenty of properties after the divorce.

Danielle opened the door and stepped out without a word. She wasn’t wasting another second on him.

Without looking back, she headed upstairs.

From the driver’s seat, Nash Langley glanced in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Davidson?”

Alexander’s eyes were still on the apartment, but then he pulled them away. “Back to the office.”

—

She sat there for a long time, just watching Niki sleep.

Eventually, Danielle stood and stepped into the hallway, dialing Gian’s number.

“I won’t be able to make it to the field satellite tests this time,” she said quietly.

Gian sounded surprised on the other end. “That’s sudden.”

They’d already discussed the possibility of a work trip before the ISSDS second round.

“Yeah.” Danielle held the phone tightly, taking a long breath. “It’s just… I can’t leave Niki for that long.”

The field tests were important, she knew.

Gian was silent for a moment.

It was true—those trips could stretch for a month or more, and the harsh conditions made it impossible to bring a child.

Gian didn’t argue. “Just come for the critical phases, then.”

Most of the calculations and simulations were in order. Field testing was a drawn-out process, tweaking things as needed in the toughest environments.