The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 578

Impossible…

If he’d truly cut all ties with the Fletcher family and did those things, why would he treat his own wife and daughter so coldly? That can’t be the real reason…

A chill crept through Leanne’s heart.

Maybe…

Maybe he’d grown tired of Danielle and his daughter long ago. Maybe he used Millie as an excuse for the divorce, and now seized the opportunity to sever all ties with them completely.

Suddenly, a bitter laugh escaped Leanne, and she jabbed a finger at Alexander. “You’re absolutely ruthless!”

No one could ever outmaneuver him!

Everything he did was flawless—every step calculated, every outcome inevitable. Even now, in front of all these people, he was dismantling their family with perfect composure.

The security guards began dragging her out.

Leanne kicked and screamed the whole way.

“I want to see Mr. and Mrs. Davidson! Bring them here—I demand justice!”

But Alexander had already arranged for the old couple to be tucked away in the back room, completely oblivious to the chaos outside.

Leanne’s mind whirled, desperately searching for any remaining chance, any sliver of hope.

There must be something… Yes, Raffy was still at the Davidson estate. Alexander hadn’t thrown him out with the rest.

As long as Raffy was still here, there was hope. There had to be.

Alexander stared at Leanne, his voice icy. “Wait.”

The quiet authority in his tone made Leanne freeze, and everyone in the room turned to look at him.

The guards stopped in their tracks.

“Bring Raffy here,” Alexander ordered, eyes fixed on Leanne. “My obligations are over. Take him and leave the Davidson family.”

Leanne’s face went instantly pale. “What?!”

“He’s your son! You raised him all these years, and now you just cast him aside? That’s heartless, even for you!”

Alexander’s lips curled in a cold, mocking smile. “He’s not my son—no blood ties at all. I’m not running a charity. I’ve done more than enough all these years.”

At that moment, someone brought Raffy out from the back.

He looked terrified, his eyes wide and searching.

“What does this mean… Dad, you don’t want me anymore?” Raffy stared desperately at Alexander. “No matter what, you’re still my dad! You can’t just send me away—I’m a Davidson! I don’t want to go anywhere else!”

Alexander looked down at him.

Now, it seemed like he and Miss Fletcher were simply reaping what they’d sown.

Leanne pulled Raffy close.

“Come with Grandma,” she said, forcing her face into a calm mask. “I’ll give you a better life.”

She knew as long as Raffy was alive, there was hope. He’d been trained as the Davidson heir for so many years. He was a promising boy—one day, he’d surpass Millie. She could take him abroad, raise him well. He didn’t need the Davidson family.

But Raffy clung to Bianca, sobbing harder than ever. “No! I want Grandma and Dad! I don’t want to go with you or Mom! I haven’t done anything wrong—why don’t you want me?”

His eyes were nearly swollen shut from crying, his voice hoarse.

“Dad, I’m sorry—I won’t see Mom anymore, I swear. I’ll never let her in the house again. Please forgive me…”

He choked on his tears.

All he’d ever wanted was the freedom he felt with his mother, no rules, no restrictions. He never dreamed his choices would cost him everything.

His father had warned him so many times, but he’d never listened…

Every time, he’d been the one to let Mom in, defying his father’s wishes.

Now, between sobs, he pleaded, “I’ll never let Mom in the house again. I won’t ask her to come over. Dad, please—please forgive me…”