The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 451

The old matriarch quickly noticed the change in atmosphere.

“You’re always keeping Niki by your side. Let her go and meet some people,” she chided gently.

Danielle Crawford held her daughter’s hand firmly. “She’s shy. I’d rather she stay here with me.”

The matriarch frowned. “But today is really about the two of them. They should be the center of attention.”

Danielle replied calmly, “It doesn’t matter. When the party formally begins, it’ll be the same.”

There was no need for Niki to mingle with everyone just yet. Danielle felt more at ease with her daughter close by.

Niki piped up, her voice soft but clear, “It’s okay, great-grandma. I just want to stick with Mom.”

Across the room, Raffy glanced over.

She couldn’t help but find the whole thing rather amusing. She’d come here knowing she wasn’t exactly welcome.

Everyone doted on him. Her mother even said that one day, he’d inherit everything from the Davidson family—he’d be the shining star.

When he grew up, whatever he wanted would be his.

For now, he was supposed to focus on his studies and surpass Niki in every way.

He’d always been so much smarter than his silly little sister. Surpassing Niki didn’t feel like any pressure at all.

All around, people were drifting over to talk to Danielle. Her role at Ninesky Technologies was well known now.

Some of the guests were clearly here for business opportunities.

As Danielle was chatting with a few acquaintances, a sudden stir rose by the entrance.

She turned to look.

Millie Fletcher had just arrived.

Not long ago, she’d been the center of a wild storm of rumors online.

Everyone had been wondering whether she would show up at an event like this. After all, she was known as Alexander Davidson’s close friend—practically family. Would she really dare to come?

If she’d stayed away, it would have spoken volumes. But by showing up, she almost seemed to be proving there was nothing between them at all.

Still, people whispered.

Mrs. Davidson was there that night, along with the entire Davidson family. With the so-called interloper present, someone was bound to ask the question outright.

Alexander’s gaze was icy and composed. Danielle instinctively glanced at him from across the room.

He stepped out from the crowd, scanning the faces before him.

His tone was even, unhurried. “No. She isn’t.”

No one seemed surprised by his answer. Of course he wouldn’t confess to something like that.

Someone in the crowd joked, “Maybe we should ask Mrs. Davidson instead?”

All eyes turned instantly to Danielle.

With the rumors swirling—Millie accused of breaking up a marriage, and now of plagiarism—it was clear Alexander intended to clear her name tonight.

“There’s no need to ask her,” Alexander said quietly, as confusion flickered across the room.

Standing tall under the weight of everyone’s gaze, Alexander spoke again, his voice calm and clear. “We’re already divorced.”