The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 452

Alexander’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding.

A murmur swept through the room, everyone exchanging uneasy glances before nearly every pair of eyes settled on Danielle.

Danielle’s gaze sharpened as she met Alexander’s, his dark eyes so deep and unreadable, cold and detached, his features composed and distant.

He had signed the confidentiality agreement, swearing to keep their divorce a secret. Yet here he was, exposing the truth in broad daylight—all because of rumors he claimed he couldn’t control.

Now, standing here as Mrs. Davidson, she felt like the punchline to a cruel joke.

He didn’t care about her dignity; his only concern was Millie’s reputation.

Danielle could only laugh inwardly, the sound bitter and cold.

He’d been meticulous in the agreement, making it clear that neither of them would reveal the divorce.

But now he’d broken that promise himself, leaving her in an impossible position.

If he’d already torn up their deal, then maybe she didn’t need to keep his secrets quite so tightly, either.

But—there were some things Alexander had never put in writing, never sought to control.

He’d outed their divorce for Millie’s sake, to protect her from scandal. But in doing so, he’d handed Danielle a knife, daring her to reveal that Raffy was an illegitimate child.

And that meant the secret no longer needed to be kept.

If it ever came out, though, the fallout would be catastrophic.

The entire Davidson family would be ruined.

Did Alexander not see that? Would he really make such a rookie mistake?

Or was he baiting her, setting a trap she couldn’t see?

It made Danielle hesitate, forcing her to think twice before saying anything at all.

Millie, meanwhile, was reeling, staring at Alexander in disbelief.

He’d just said it, out loud, in front of everyone—for her reputation.

He’d just told them they were divorced. That meant, no matter what rumors swirled, however people gossiped, she would never be painted as the other woman.

The matriarch’s face turned stony. She shot Danielle a sharp look.

“Is this true?”

Danielle drew her gaze away from Alexander. “Yes.”

The whispers kept coming, relentless.

Alexander’s revelation had thrown Danielle into the center of the storm, shielding Millie from the worst of it—maybe even more than Millie herself.

“I have to say, you’ve got some nerve,” Liam said, arms crossed as he stared Danielle down. “Divorced and you still show up when you’re told?”

Keegan Clarke frowned. “She is Raffy’s mother. It’s only natural for her to be at her son’s graduation party.”

Right then, Raffy piped up loudly, “I don’t even want her as my mom! She’s always mean to me at home. She treats me terribly.”

Danielle took a long breath, her eyes icy as she looked at Raffy.

So much wanted to spill out.

But with Alexander playing his cards so openly, she had to tread carefully. It was clear he never showed her any mercy—what if this was all just to force her into the abyss, to give Millie closure?

Niki started forward, ready to speak up, but Danielle caught her arm and pulled her back.

The rumors weighed down on Danielle, heavy as stone.

The matriarch could hardly see straight, her vision swimming. She’d lost control—over the family, over the younger generation. There was nothing more she could do.