The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 433

Liam’s words didn’t go unheard; a few people standing not too far away caught every syllable.

They couldn’t stand the biting sarcasm anymore.

Mrs. Davidson was just sitting there, minding her own business—how did that make her some kind of decorative trophy wife? The judgment felt so smug, as if they really knew her.

Ever since The Davidson Group’s anniversary gala, news of Alexander and Danielle’s marriage had spread like wildfire. Now, practically everyone in their social circles knew about it.

Millie felt the shift too.

Walking back into a room like this, she could sense the critical stares that followed her—each glance tinged with suspicion, as though everyone had already decided she was the interloper who’d come between a married couple.

“By all rights, the seat next to Mr. Davidson should belong to Mrs. Davidson,” someone muttered, indignant.

“Honestly, what kind of nerve does it take to sit next to him like that?” another scoffed.

Millie listened to their barbed words, a wave of irritation rising in her chest.

She fixed them with a frosty stare. “My name tag is right here, placed by the organizers. If anyone has a problem with that, feel free to take it up with the event staff,” she said, her voice cool and clear. “I’m sitting here because I belong here. I’m not taking anyone’s seat.”

“And besides, there’s no rule that says husband and wife have to sit together at these things. Alexander and I are friends, colleagues, business partners—that’s why we’re seated this way.”

She paused, her tone sharpening. “And do you have any proof I’m the ‘other woman’?”

Her words cut like a blade.

Millie wasn’t usually one to pick a public fight, but she’d had enough. They’d cornered her—there was no reason for her to just sit back and take it.

Her gaze was chilly, unwavering.

Across the table, Alexander glanced at Danielle, meeting her eyes for a brief, tense moment.

His look was heavy, unreadable.

He smiled, trying to diffuse the tension. “Millie’s a good friend of mine. I know her—she’d never get involved in someone else’s marriage. I hope everyone understands. Honestly, if you or your friends were accused of something like that, you wouldn’t take it well either.”

“And let’s not forget—these rumors have even started to impact the company’s operations—”

The group exchanged faint, polite smiles, letting the matter drop.

Millie finally had a way out, thanks to Liam’s intervention, but her face was still tight with discomfort.

Kirsten pressed her lips together, struggling not to laugh outright.

If this hadn’t been such a serious event, she’d have burst out cackling by now.

“Sometimes I think that woman is genuinely clueless,” Kirsten whispered. “Jumpy at the slightest rustle.”

Across the table, Danielle sat with her legs crossed, idly spinning a pen and watching the drama unfold as if she were just another spectator at the show.