The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 474

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact day things changed.

But at this point, none of those reasons mattered.

She and Alexander now belonged to entirely different worlds. The line between them had been drawn—clear and final.

“Alexander always has a plan. Once he decides on something, he never regrets it.”

Vivian’s words hung in the air as Danielle drew a steadying breath, realizing the truth for herself.

Alexander had never felt anything for Danielle. Even after the wedding, everything he did was just out of obligation.

That night, years ago—after he’d been drugged and ended up in her bed—he’d said he would take responsibility, if she wanted him to.

He’d always conducted himself properly, never giving anyone reason to complain.

But now, none of that meant anything.

She was the one who’d insisted on marrying him back then. He’d offered her plenty of choices.

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After leaving the hospital, Danielle headed to another clinic to check on her grandmother.

She just couldn’t set her mind at ease about Grandma’s health.

It didn’t feel right to call and ask the Davidsons about it—she’d rather see for herself.

She spoke to the doctor, asking about her grandmother’s condition.

He told her that her grandmother’s vital signs were stable and that she just needed to rest. If all went well, she could go home in a week.

Danielle finally breathed out in relief.

But visiting hours were already over. She couldn’t go in to see her grandmother now.

She decided to slip away quietly.

But as she turned to leave, she saw Alexander coming in through the doors.

He shouldn’t have been there—he knew visiting hours were over. There was no reason for him to show up at this hour.

Danielle wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen him. Keeping things distant, like strangers, was so much easier.

But Alexander’s purpose was obvious. His gaze fixed right on her.

“Your grandmother’s doing well,” he said calmly. “If you want to visit, there’s no need to avoid the Davidsons. You have every right to come.”

Danielle glanced at him. “That’s my business.”

He simply looked at her, unblinking. “I heard Millie went to see you at the Blackwood Research Institute today.”

He spoke slowly, deliberately.

Danielle’s eyes grew cold, lips curling in a sardonic smile. “She ran into trouble with me and went crying to you? So now you’re here to fight her battle?”

It was the only explanation she could think of.

Every time Alexander sought her out, it was always about Millie.

He never came for anything else. They never discussed anything about themselves.

“Why are you always so eager to push me away?” Alexander’s voice stopped her.

She paused, glancing back at him.

“Do you even hear yourself?” she said, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Was your heart ever here for me to push away? What a joke.”

It was ridiculous—like he was the one reaching out, and she was the one shutting him out.

Alexander just watched her, silent and brooding.

Danielle scoffed, face cold, and walked away.

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Meanwhile, Millie had called Alexander countless times, but he never answered. In desperation, she called Nash.

Nash told her Mr. Davidson was busy at work.

Millie’s nerves were frayed. Every minute he didn’t pick up, her anxiety grew.

She was completely at a loss.

The company’s financial losses didn’t bother her—so long as Alexander was there, no amount of money lost would matter.

But her reputation… The lawsuit… Those were problems she couldn’t ignore.

Finally, around 10 p.m., Alexander answered her call.

Millie immediately launched into how dire things had become with the lawsuit.