The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 441

Alexander’s expression didn’t flicker, not even a hint of emotion in his eyes.

He simply looked at Danielle and offered a faint, almost amused smile. “You won’t be satisfied unless she ends up behind bars.”

“Your anger at her—it’s because of me,” he said quietly. “Do you hate me?”

Danielle met his gaze, her brow knitting in frustration.

Alexander continued, his voice slow and deliberate, laying everything bare. “If sending her to prison is what it takes for you to feel better, then what about me? How far does your anger go? Do you want me gone too? Would my death finally satisfy you?”

Danielle lowered her eyes, her face tight.

She couldn’t quite read his tone, couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic, sincere, or something else entirely.

She hated having this conversation, hated how every word out of his mouth seemed to twist the knife a little deeper, as if he was holding his own life hostage.

As if, with a single word from her, he’d just up and die.

If her word truly carried that much weight, would she have spent those years suffering as she did?

A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Then go ahead. Die, if you want.”

What more was there to say?

His life or death had nothing to do with her anymore.

And that single sentence—cold and final—made it clear: there was nothing left between them to talk about.

But Alexander, ever the relentless negotiator, refused to let her walk away. He doggedly kept her trapped in this endless loop, refusing to let the conversation end until she gave him a definitive answer—what would it take for her to let Millie go?

All those generous offers he laid on the table, she realized, were just tests, meant to probe her boundaries.

“I already answered this,” he said, holding her gaze. “Newsworld. Is that enough? I’ll step down—I’ll give it all up. Would that make you happy?”

Danielle hadn’t wanted to keep talking.

To her, the subject was pointless—there was nothing left to discuss.

But with that one sentence, Alexander managed to shake her, just a little.

Danielle stared at him. “All this for Millie?”

Alexander’s hand rested casually on the steering wheel. He shot her a cool, detached glance. “It’s my business.”

Danielle gave a short, mirthless laugh.

“When I’ve made my decision, you’ll get your call.”

She reached for the door. “Unlock it.”

Throwing the door open, Danielle started to climb out.

Alexander spoke, his voice low. “You’ve blocked me on WhatsApp, and now my number too.”

He nodded toward her. “Unblock me. There are things I need to talk to you about.”

Danielle paused, glancing back at him.

“Is that really necessary? Even if I block every number you have, you’d still find a way to reach me, wouldn’t you?”