The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 566

But how had Danielle managed to turn things into something so monumental?

Millie couldn’t stay a second longer. She sprang to her feet, voice trembling.

“Is what she said true?”

Danielle watched the scene unfold with icy detachment, her gaze chilling as she observed them tear into each other like wild dogs fighting over scraps.

This was why Alexander had summoned her here? Just to watch this spectacle? Millie couldn’t wrap her mind around it—especially since she was supposed to be the one he cherished most.

Alexander looked at her, his expression flat and unreadable, his tone cold and sharp. “You really don’t understand what you’ve done?”

Millie stared at him in disbelief.

“I always thought we were good, that I hadn’t done anything to offend you. If you don’t want to help me with this plagiarism accusation, fine—but why are you siding with her to humiliate me?”

Her eyes were rimmed red, the sting of betrayal cutting straight through her. In that moment, her heart turned to ice. She’d still been holding out hope for him, for some sliver of understanding. Yet now, it was painfully clear: this was nothing more than a trap, a modern-day Judas feast.

She’d been betrayed by the person she trusted most. The icy chill seeped into her bones.

“If you didn’t want to help, you could’ve just said so. What’s the point of punishing me like this?” Her voice shook. “I got down on my knees, I apologized, but now you’re telling me that no matter what I do, this is about state secrets?”

Alexander’s eyes were calm, unfazed by her fury or her questioning.

“And what made you think I’d always be there for you?”

The words hit Millie like a physical blow—so cold, so final. He couldn’t possibly mean them… not to her. She shook her head in disbelief, tears threatening to spill.

“I really haven’t done anything to deserve this—” Her voice caught in her throat, hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Do you really want to destroy me?”

It wasn’t enough to turn his back on her—he’d brought her here just to let Danielle watch her humiliation.

Danielle watched the drama unfold, her face impassive, as if she had nothing to do with any of it.

But Danielle wasn’t interested in their petty drama.

At that moment, Alexander glanced briefly at the door.

Danielle arched an eyebrow, watching the scene with faint amusement.

During the competition, Millie had only been taken for routine questioning, free to move about afterward. This time, though, it was clear: she wasn’t going anywhere. The Strategic Intelligence Agency wouldn’t have come all this way without a reason.

So this was Alexander’s grand performance?

Danielle vaguely recalled something Alexander had once said: Millie’s fate was nothing for her to worry about.

So this was what he meant all along. But why? What was his motive?

Millie’s lips were bloodless. “I can’t come with you right now. Can I meet you tonight instead? I’ll go on my own, I promise.”

The lead agent shook his head, unmoved. “This is an immediate summons. The matter is urgent and time-sensitive—there will be no postponements. Gather only essential belongings and come with us now. If you refuse to cooperate, you will bear the legal consequences.”

Millie’s heart pounded, her legs so weak she needed the wall for support. Her vision blurred with tears as she looked at Alexander.

“So this was your plan all along? You brought me here just so Danielle could watch me being dragged away?”