The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 446

His tone was calm and steady—not a question, but a statement. He knew the answer already.

Danielle almost found it amusing. They were divorced now, so did any of this really matter? How she saw him had never been important while they were married; after the divorce, there was even less reason to discuss it.

She had loved him deeply once, accepted every heartache without complaint. Now, she could only look back on her younger self with a mix of pity and disbelief at her own naivety.

They stood close—close enough that she could catch the crisp, familiar scent lingering on his shirt. Without a word, Danielle took a discreet step back, her expression unchanged, her smile cool and unreadable. “Does it really matter, Mr. Davidson?”

Her tone was distant, detached—matching his perfectly.

In that moment, they truly became strangers.

Alexander cast her a bland glance, his voice carrying a trace of chill. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter.”

—

Danielle hired a professional auditing team; they divided up the work efficiently.

Two days later, she received a call. Newsworld’s finances were spotless—no discrepancies, nothing but healthy, overflowing accounts.

She simply acknowledged the report and hung up.

Almost immediately, Alexander called, asking her to come to Newsworld to sign the contract.

Gian and Kirsten, poring over the financials, could hardly believe their eyes.

“So this is what a rich person’s company looks like?” Kirsten blinked, stunned. “What’s there to worry about with numbers like these? It’s like catching a windfall—just hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

Kirsten stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Your ex might be an ass, but you have to admit, when it comes to business, he’s got real talent.”

Gian couldn’t help but agree. Alexander was shrewd, brilliant—no matter the industry, he would have made his mark. He’d once been a prodigy in aerospace engineering. After his mentor passed away, he pivoted, took over The Davidson Group, and never looked back.

In this world, sometimes luck gets you to the top. But to stay there, you need real ability.

Danielle pressed her lips together, saying nothing. She knew exactly what kind of man Alexander was. If he’d had nothing worth loving, she wouldn’t have fallen so hard for him.

But that was all in the past now—a chapter closed.

—

Danielle went to Davidson Corp to sign the contract.

As she arrived, Millie was just coming out of Alexander’s office, her face a storm of conflicted emotions. When she saw Danielle, her expression turned icy.

“Happy now? Is this the outcome you wanted?”

Danielle ignored her, pushing open the office door and stepping inside.

Millie bit her lip, stomped her foot, and stalked away. She needed to come up with a new plan.

Inside, Alexander stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back straight, shoulders broad. He was the image of effortless power—a man who had poured most of his life into Newsworld.

With this contract, the company would no longer have anything to do with him. Maybe he found it hard to let go.

He heard her enter and turned to look at her. “The contract’s on the desk,” he said, his voice even. “If you have no concerns, sign it.”

Danielle walked over and picked up the papers. He’d already signed—his handwriting was bold, sharp, instantly recognizable. She used to love his writing, even tried to imitate it once, but no matter how hard she practiced, she could never quite get it right.

Without another word, Danielle signed her name.

Alexander watched her quietly. “I’ve already arranged with the Department of Commerce,” he said, unhurried. “We’ll go finalize the transfer of shares.”

There wasn’t a hint of regret in his voice or demeanor. He seemed entirely at peace with it.

Danielle thought, even if he did feel any reluctance, he’d never let her see it.

Of course he’d make sacrifices—for Millie, he’d give up anything.