The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 550

“I don’t get it, and I don’t want to listen.” Danielle turned on her heel, heading downstairs to pick up some things for her brother.

She had no time for Alexander’s nonsense right now.

Just as she was about to leave, a sudden pressure tightened around her wrist—a man’s hand clamped down, halting her in place.

Alexander’s grip was firm around her slender wrist; it seemed he could snap it with barely a squeeze.

Danielle spun around, her face icy, meeting those dark, unreadable eyes of his.

“You’re really going to throw a tantrum at a time like this?”

His voice was flat, disturbingly calm, as if he were reciting a list.

That tone, that insufferable sense of superiority—nothing could be more infuriating.

Danielle drew a long, steadying breath, forcing down her anger.

“Alexander, what do you mean, acting out? My feelings—my choices—what do they have to do with you?”

No matter what she did, in his eyes, it was always just a childish outburst.

“When we were married, you didn’t care. Now, you have even less right to interfere.”

She looked down, her lips pressed into a thin line, staring at his hand gripping hers. “Let go, Alexander. Or I’m calling the police.”

He stared at her, face emotionless, eyes distant and cold.

But this time, he didn’t let go. If anything, his grip tightened.

Danielle felt an ache flare up where his fingers pressed into her skin.

She truly had no idea what kind of madness was driving him now.

She scowled, her annoyance plain.

Alexander’s voice came out cold and low. “When are you going to let someone actually trust you?”

Danielle ground her teeth and, with her free hand, slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp crack echoed clearly down the stairwell.

His head jerked to the side with the blow. Alexander pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, then turned back, eyes black and fathomless.

Danielle’s chest heaved, her glare frosty. “Stop pretending everything you do is for my own good. It’s nauseating.”

She had no desire to pick apart his motives or guess at his intentions. She’d never once believed Alexander had feelings for her. His heart belonged to Millie.

Leaving that final, cutting remark hanging in the air, Danielle turned and strode away.

Outside, rain was still pouring down, the skies so dark it felt almost apocalyptic.

Downstairs, Danielle bought armfuls of everyday necessities.

—

The stab wound had been deep.

Nathan needed a lot of stitches and was now stuck in the hospital.

She turned back, meeting his gaze.

“Once the nurse gets here, you should head home and rest. And don’t mention any of this to the family—I don’t want them worrying.”

He truly meant it; he didn’t want anyone at home to know what had happened.

Danielle paused, a flicker of surprise on her face.

She wasn’t about to tell the Davidsons anyway—she had no real ties to them.

“I ran into Alexander at the hospital just now. He probably already knows.”

Nathan nodded, seemingly unfazed. “Yeah. He won’t care.”

Danielle couldn’t help but think the two brothers weren’t close. In all her time at the Davidson house, she’d never seen them together. On the rare occasions they had to share a room, it was all forced politeness, nothing more.

Half-brothers, after all.

“Aren’t you curious why I came back this time?” Nathan’s gaze was intense.

Danielle felt her heart skip, unsettled by the look in his eyes.

“You have your reasons for returning, I’m sure.”

She’d meant to ask him before—why he’d spent so many years abroad, as if he’d vanished from the world—but he’d never seemed inclined to talk about it, and she wasn’t the type to pry.

“What if I told you—I want everything Alexander has?”