The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 463

What was supposed to be a joyful graduation party had ended up as nothing more than fresh material for the Davidson family’s greatest hits of embarrassment.

Gian stepped down from the stage, gathering up his papers.

“Mr. Atwood!” Niki called out, her voice sugary sweet.

Gian smiled fondly, ruffling her hair. “Good girl, Niki.”

Then he turned to Danielle. “How’s your mood today? Feeling relaxed?”

His words were a slap right across Millie’s face.

All the grievances Danielle had swallowed over the past five or six years of marriage were suddenly exposed for everyone to see.

People around the room couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. No one thought she deserved this.

Danielle smiled faintly, about to say something, when a shout rang out.

“Grandma’s fainted!”

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St. Michael’s Hospital.

Grandma had been rushed in for emergency treatment. Every member of the Davidson family had gathered in the waiting area.

Danielle was there too.

She might not care much for the Davidsons, but she cared about her grandmother-in-law.

Sitting quietly on a bench in the corner, Danielle stared at the glowing red ‘Emergency’ sign above the operating room, not saying a word.

Her expression was tight, worry etched on her face.

The rest of the Davidson family was pacing anxiously, nerves stretched thin.

Bianca shot Danielle a sharp glare.

“This is all your fault,” she hissed. “You had to go airing dirty laundry at Grandma’s age, knowing she has high blood pressure. How did you expect her to take it?”

“If anything happens to Grandma tonight, the blame will be on you. You’ll be responsible for her death!”

Jake, face grim, cut in. “This is a hospital, Bianca. Watch your mouth. Keep your voice down.”

Bianca fell silent, stung.

Danielle looked up at her, a cold smile on her lips. “So now I’m expected to swallow everything and keep quiet? Since when did I owe the Davidson family anything?”

They stopped in the fire escape. Just the two of them.

“You had to spill everything, didn’t you? Did you even think about the consequences?” Alexander’s eyes were hard, his posture intimidating.

Danielle met his gaze, unflinching. “And you? Standing in front of everyone and pretending we’re still married—did you think about the consequences?”

Maybe, in Alexander’s mind, he’d rather risk exposing their divorce—even with Grandma present—than let Millie be branded a homewrecker.

But Danielle had made sure Millie’s guilt was plain for all to see.

His question sounded like blame—like he wanted to hold her accountable for all of it.

Alexander’s face was unreadable. “Raffy isn’t your son. That’s the truth. The truth was always going to come out. Why rush it?”

Danielle’s lips curled bitterly. “Oh? So you’d rather the truth be revealed on your terms, in a way that humiliates me? When you announced our divorce in front of everyone, did you think about how that made me look? Am I not allowed to defend myself?”

Alexander shoved his hands into his pockets, silent for a moment. “I’ll make sure you get the justice you want, but you’ll have to cooperate.”

But Danielle didn’t need his version of justice. She’d already fought for herself.

She looked at him—the man she’d once loved with all her heart. Now, he seemed like a stranger: cold, distant.

“Alexander, what right do you have to set terms for me now?”