The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 450

Danielle ruffled her daughter’s hair. “Niki and I will sit in the back.”

“So I’m your chauffeur now?” Alexander shot her a look in the rearview mirror.

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh. “Wasn’t that your idea?”

He’d called first thing in the morning, insisting on picking them up.

If they weren’t going to announce the divorce yet and needed to keep up appearances as a loving couple, well, this was all his own doing.

“If it’s such a chore, Niki and I can just grab a cab. Or I can drive myself. Either works.”

Alexander gave a dry, humorless laugh and didn’t bother replying. He just turned and got in the driver’s seat.

Danielle helped Niki into the back row.

Raffy scooted over with a huff. “Can you not squeeze me to death? Move over, will you?”

Niki frowned.

Danielle simply lifted her daughter and settled her by the window, taking the middle seat herself.

Raffy gave her an indignant look. “Didn’t you say you were running away for good? Why are you back, crowding me? Ran out of money already? Came crawling back to my dad?”

He grumbled, “When it was just me and Mom in the car, there was so much space.”

He couldn’t figure out what someone who’d already left was doing back here, acting like nothing had changed.

Sure, sometimes he missed Danielle’s home-cooked meals and the way she kept the house running smoothly. But over time, he’d gotten used to doing things his own way. No nagging, no rules—life was a lot freer without her around.

Alexander’s eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror, cold and cutting.

“Rafferty Davidson, if you can’t learn to speak with some manners, you can walk home.”

His tone was icy, and for a kid, that was more than enough to make him shrink back.

Raffy’s face crumpled. Why couldn’t his mom be here instead? Dad was always so harsh now—especially when it came to his stepmom and that half-sister.

He dropped his gaze, fists clenched tight in his lap, and didn’t say another word.

“Is my mom coming to the party today?” he finally mumbled. “I called her, but she didn’t answer.”

He was asking Alexander.

But Alexander’s face stayed impassive as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway, ignoring the question.

Seeing his father’s cold silence, Raffy didn’t dare press further.

Things used to be different. Dad had doted on him, spoiled him even. But ever since Danielle left, there was nothing but stern lectures.

Not like Niki, who—well, wasn’t nearly as clever.

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The party was in full swing, guests everywhere.

Danielle led Niki over to greet the matriarch, keeping out of the social whirl.

She was only here today for the old lady’s sake.

Niki glanced back, watching as the entire Davidson clan and most of the guests gathered around Raffy, showering him with attention and congratulations.

It was supposed to be a celebration for both of them, but you’d never know it. The golden boy was the star, while the daughter was invisible—pushed to the edges, almost forgotten.

Niki pressed her lips together and looked away.

Danielle squeezed her daughter’s shoulder gently.

Niki looked up and managed a small, brave smile, as if to say she didn’t mind.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Soon, the Davidsons would have nothing to do with her. Mom had promised that this summer, they’d go and change her name.