The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 502

As soon as Danielle finished speaking, she turned to leave.

“Wait—!” Bianca called out to her.

Danielle paused and glanced back, her expression unreadable.

“Raffy… he really isn’t your son?” Bianca pressed, her voice tight. “Or is this just some story you’re spinning to get back at the Davidson family?”

She was obsessed with the truth.

If the child she’d cherished as her own turned out to be a stain on the family name, she thought she’d lose her mind.

“He isn’t,” Danielle replied, her words as blunt and heavy as a gavel striking the bench. They hit Bianca hard, leaving her lips pale and trembling.

“So… you and Alex—did the two of you end your marriage because of this?” Bianca’s voice quavered. “Is the boy actually Alex and Millie’s child?”

If Raffy was Alex’s, then at least he was still a Davidson by blood—a legitimate heir. That would mean something. But if the boy wasn’t even Alex’s…

Danielle stayed silent.

Panic swirled in Bianca’s chest. No matter how many times she’d tried to get answers from Alexander, he’d refused to say a word. Now, Danielle’s cold indifference only confirmed Bianca’s worst suspicions.

They’d once been a picture-perfect couple, living a quiet, enviable life. Then, suddenly, they divorced and became strangers overnight.

Bianca felt a chill run through her.

“Danielle, if you divorced Alex because of this, I can make him apologize,” she blurted, desperation leaking into her voice. “I’ll have him get down on his knees if that’s what it takes! There’s nothing a family can’t overcome—if he made a mistake, we’ll fix it. Whatever you want, just say the word.”

Her words were frantic, her mind racing with the fear that she was losing her influence. Her only hope now was to bring Danielle back. Only then would the Davidson legacy, and her son’s birthright, remain secure. If Nathan returned first, everything could change—and by then, it would be too late.

Whatever you want? Danielle almost laughed at the absurdity.

She saw straight through Bianca’s intentions. In that instant, she realized how transactional human relationships could be—people only cared as long as you were useful to them.

She had spent years in the emotionally barren Davidson home, raising Niki, only to discover she’d never really mattered. All her sacrifices for the family, her genuine affection, meant nothing compared to a spotless reputation.

Genuine feeling was worthless. It couldn’t outweigh the value of status or a prestigious name. It was almost funny.

Whatever you want—

But all the pain she and her daughter had suffered—Alexander couldn’t pay for it with a lifetime of apologies.

The three of them stepped inside—and immediately spotted two familiar faces at the front desk.

Alexander and Millie.

Kirsten and Gian exchanged glances, then both looked at Danielle.

Danielle’s gaze was unreadable.

Kirsten edged closer to Danielle and whispered, “Honestly, I’m starting to think Alexander’s following you on purpose.”

Liam entered just in time to catch this.

“Please,” he said loudly, “Danielle’s impressive, but Alex isn’t some lovesick puppy. Don’t flatter yourself, Kirsten.”

His voice carried, and both Alexander and Millie turned to look their way.

Millie’s gaze lingered on Danielle, her smile stiff but polite.

“Chief Engineer Crawford,” Millie called out, “Congratulations on all your recent achievements. You’re an inspiration. Would I be lucky enough to join you for dinner tonight?”