The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 482

Alexander, dressed in sleek black, exuded a cool, distant energy. Danielle matched him, her own black attire projecting the same crisp, icy aura.

In some ways, they were mirror images of each other.

Like poles of a magnet, they repelled—never meant to be husband and wife.

But with their status and power, their union had always felt like an alliance of titans, a rush that came from power joining with power.

Millie smirked, lips curling with a trace of mockery.

Yet, no matter how you looked at it, the fact remained: they were divorced now, whatever they’d once had—if anything—was long gone.

And as for Alexander, his heart had always belonged to one woman alone.

Danielle and Alexander had been married for five, maybe six years, but there’d never been any real emotion between them. There never could be. Outsiders might’ve thought they were the perfect match, almost too good to be true, but it meant nothing.

In the end, Alexander would only ever belong to her.

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After stepping off the stage, Danielle was intercepted by Gian Atwood.

He regarded her thoughtfully. “So, you met with him backstage today?”

He seemed genuinely surprised. Everyone had heard the business association was electing a new president, but no one expected it would be Alexander.

Danielle nodded. “I did.”

“Did he say anything important?”

“Just business. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Technically, Alexander hadn’t said much, but there had been undertones—subtle hints.

It was clear he cared about Millie.

He’d reminded Danielle to remain fair and impartial.

“Didn’t he ask you to go easy on Millie? Not to make things difficult for her?”

Danielle glanced down at her watch, her voice calm and unhurried. “With the power he holds now, he doesn’t need me to go easy on Millie. If he wants to see her rise, he can make it happen anytime he wants.”

There was no point in arguing over it.

Gian’s expression tightened. “You’re just going to stand by and watch someone like Millie—someone clearly problematic—climb the ladder in this industry?”

“If she ever makes it to the top, with her temperament, it could be disastrous.”

Millie was hardly a saint. If she ever reached the pinnacle of society, who knew what she’d be capable of?

That was what worried Gian.

People like her didn’t need to be targeted—but they definitely needed to be kept in check.

Danielle understood all too well.

If Millie ever did make it to the top, she might become a real threat.

Gian pressed on. “Do you really think Alexander would put someone like that on a pedestal?”

Most of what passed as communication between them happened in the bedroom.

He wasn’t the ascetic he appeared to be on the surface.

Danielle let out a long breath. “I can’t say I know him all that well.”

“But one thing is certain: he’s no fool.” She spoke quietly. “He’s not the kind of man who’d play the game only to lose it all in the end.”

“Of course, love can make even the cleverest man stupid.”

After all, isn’t that why people say even heroes fall at the feet of a beautiful woman?

Danielle once believed her sincerity could thaw his icy heart.

But she’d never realized that his heart was always occupied by someone else. The way Alexander treated Millie—she’d seen it all, plain as day.

It taught her the painful distance between being loved and unloved.

Alexander was willing to break every rule and cross every line for Millie. That said it all.

The things she’d asked of Alexander—he’d never do them.

But when it came to Millie, even without her asking, he made sure everything was taken care of.

Just like now. No matter what happened to AetherX Dynamics, Alexander would cover for Millie, no matter the cost.

Gian listened to her assessment, a cold, disdainful smile spreading across his face.