The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 447

Danielle gazed up at the vast headquarters, the company’s name gleaming against the sky. It all felt so surreal, as if she were looking in on someone else’s life. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that Newsworld would one day belong to her.

She nodded faintly, barely registering Alexander’s voice beside her.

“Grandmother wants us to come home for dinner tonight.”

Danielle set her pen down and looked up at him.

“She wants to discuss how we should celebrate the twins starting first grade this fall.” Alexander’s tone was casual, but his eyes searched hers. “She thinks you have a real talent for planning these things. There’s a lot she’d like your opinion on.”

Danielle had never minded talking things through with his grandmother. Still, she replied softly, “If she wants to discuss the party, I’ll set something up with her later.”

She avoided the family house whenever possible.

Alexander studied her face for a long moment. “There’s no need to keep your distance like this. You’re only making her suspicious.”

He paused, as if weighing his next words. “Have you two talked about something I should know?”

Danielle knew exactly what he meant.

His grandmother had called, asking if Millie had been the reason their marriage ended, prying for details she refused to give. Danielle hadn’t answered directly, but the old woman was sharp—she’d surely guessed enough on her own.

A bitter smile tugged at Danielle’s lips. “Are you here to interrogate me?”

He just stared, his gaze intense and silent, as if he could see straight through her. She hated the way he looked at her when he wouldn’t speak—scrutinizing, judging, making her feel exposed.

Alexander looked away at last. “My father’s home tonight too. He wants to speak with you.”

Danielle exhaled, steadying herself. Jake. He’d always been there for her, introducing her to the right people, backing her up in front of the Davidson family. At least, he used to be, back when he didn’t know about the divorce. That was a secret they were both still bound to keep by contract.

If Jake wanted to see her, she didn’t have grounds to refuse.

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After signing off on the share transfer at the Department of Commerce, Danielle and Alexander walked out into the sunlight.

Alexander glanced sideways at her. “Congratulations.”

Danielle had already dropped the lawsuits; Millie was finally free of the legal mess, no longer tormented by it.

She replied coolly, “Likewise. You got what you wanted.”

Their love had burned so fiercely, and now Danielle had seen it with her own eyes. She was the final witness to their happy ending.

They drove back to the Davidson house in silence. The tension in the car was palpable, so thick it seemed to freeze the air. Even the driver could sense the chill, and kept his eyes fixed on the road.

When they arrived, Raffy was waiting on the steps. As soon as Danielle stepped out, he ran to her, calling, “Mom!”

Bianca approached, her expression frosty. “Danielle, Jake’s waiting for you in the study.”

Danielle stood, excused herself, and left the room.

Alexander watched her go, neither speaking nor reacting.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Jake wanted. They’d hardly spoken one-on-one in all the years she’d been part of the family. For him to ask for her by name was unusual.

After she left, Grandmother turned to Alexander, her tone cold as steel. “You have time to sit and drink tea? The house is practically on fire.”

Alexander sipped his tea, unbothered. “You do seem to worry about everything.”

“I worry about you and Danielle,” she snapped. “If you ever do anything to hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Alexander’s eyes dropped, his expression unreadable, voice perfectly even.

“Of course not.”

Just three words, calm and deliberate.

“You keep saying you don’t want a divorce, but look at what you’ve done,” she said, glaring. “Still running around for Millie, forgetting everything I ever told you?”

Alexander listened in silence, then stood and managed a small, inscrutable smile. “Your advice is always in my heart.”