The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 418

She made it clear—she wasn’t here for him.

So why should she wear the dress he picked out?

In Alexander’s outdated mind, she liked classical things, demure long dresses in neutral tones. But that was never true; she’d simply been conforming to the Davidson family’s taste.

Alexander listened, his expression unchanged, though his deep eyes stayed fixed on her. He didn’t say anything for a while.

Danielle didn’t bother worrying about his reaction.

Finally, Alexander spoke. “After the anniversary dinner, I’ll have someone drive you home.”

Danielle glanced at her phone to check the time. “I’m only staying for a little while.”

She had work waiting for her—there was no way she’d waste her entire day here. The only reason she’d come at all was out of respect for her grandmother; the Davidson family certainly didn’t deserve it.

Still, at an event like this, there was no harm in making a few connections.

As for how Alexander planned to explain their relationship to the Davidsons, that was his problem, not hers.

“Alex, come here a moment,” Millie called out from across the room, waving him over.

Alexander cast one last look at Danielle, his brow slightly furrowed, then walked away.

Left alone, Danielle could hear the murmurs swirling around her.

“They say Mrs. Davidson is so sharp and put-together—she and Alexander really do make a pair.”

“I don’t know,” someone else chimed in. “I think the woman in the red dress suits Mr. Davidson better—”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Did you see how he looked at her? There was nothing there. They might as well be strangers.”

Danielle tuned out the gossip.

Liam drifted past, eyeing her with a sneer. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here, making yourself the center of attention. You’re divorced—what right do you have to be here?”

She looked up at him, lips curling into a cold smile. “If you can show your face, why can’t I?”

Liam narrowed his eyes, stung. Danielle had always had a sharp tongue.

Jake had returned—the true patriarch of the Davidson family, the man everyone wanted to impress. He exuded authority, dressed in a tailored suit, every inch the dignified statesman.

He was always traveling for business, serving his country, rarely at home. Tonight, his presence had everyone vying for his attention.

Jake strode in, imposing and upright.

“Mrs. Davidson is truly fortunate,” guests whispered about Millie. “To become the family’s future matriarch—she has it all.”

Millie stood tall, radiant, the center of everyone’s respect.

Alex offered no explanation. That silence was its own kind of acknowledgment. Perhaps tonight, Millie would finally be given her title.

Jake’s eyes swept the room, pausing on Alexander, then Millie. He narrowed his gaze just slightly—

Then he looked across the room at Danielle, standing apart from the crowd. With a commanding wave, his voice rang out, calm and steady, “Daughter-in-law, serve the tea.”

The crowd glanced at Millie and broke into warm laughter. “Mrs. Davidson, go on—your father-in-law is calling you.”

“That’s right, Mrs. Davidson. Looks like he’s pleased with tonight’s anniversary party. He might even praise you—or give you a little reward.”