The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 393

Orson’s expression was cold as he stared at Vivian. “How am I shameless? As long as we’re still legally married, everything you spend is considered marital property. When we divorce, I’m entitled to half of it.”

He paused, his tone growing harsher. “And the company you’re running now? I own a share of that, too.”

“If you want a divorce, you’ll have to split everything you own with me. Fifty-fifty.”

Danielle listened to him, her lips twisting in bitter amusement.

So much for ‘once married, always grateful.’ Orson had truly hit a new low.

It was all about the money—dividing the assets was the reason her mother’s divorce had dragged on for so long.

Orson didn’t want a divorce. He was never satisfied with his share of the pie.

Now that SoarCorp was thriving and business was booming, he was even more unwilling to let go.

“Mom,” Danielle said, taking Vivian’s hand, “there’s no point arguing with someone like him. If you want a divorce, just go through the court. Don’t waste your breath.”

Orson turned on Danielle. “I raised you all these years, gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? Siding with outsiders? Don’t forget, you still have my last name!”

Danielle let out a cold laugh.

To her, last names were the biggest joke in the world.

They were just labels, codes—nothing more.

Having someone’s name didn’t mean you belonged to them.

Take Niki, for example. Her last name was Davidson, but aside from the family matriarch, who in the Davidson family ever acknowledged her as one of their own?

She hadn’t changed Niki’s last name for two reasons: one, for practical convenience; two, she simply hadn’t had the time.

Once the Ninesky project was finally completed, she’d deal with it properly.

“Save it for the judge,” Danielle said flatly.

She had no interest in sparing her so-called father’s feelings.

She squeezed her mother’s hand and led her into the patient’s room, closing the door firmly behind them.

Orson had only come today to back up Millie and her relatives—he’d heard Millie’s uncle had been kicked out of the hospital and came to complain, to threaten.

Vivian was so angry her whole body was trembling.

Danielle stood, peering out the window until she saw Orson finally leave.

Her uncle was napping, resting peacefully.

Danielle took her mother’s hand and led her out into the hallway.

Vivian’s face was still pale with fury.

“Do you have proof of his affair?” Danielle asked quietly.

“If you do, you can file for divorce immediately.”