The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 579

He sobbed and stammered out his apology.

Danielle lowered her eyes, watching him, listening to every word that tumbled from his mouth.

So it turned out Millie hadn’t been the one always letting herself into the master bedroom after all—it was Raffy who’d kept opening the door for her all along.

Raffy was a mess, tears and snot streaming down his face, but Alexander never once looked his way.

Soon enough, Leanne arrived and marched Raffy away, the two of them sneaking out of the birthday banquet like beaten dogs.

Leanne’s face showed clear reluctance and resentment.

Alexander slowly turned to Nash, his voice low and calm: “Keep an eye on them. Don’t let either of them leave the country.”

Nash nodded in silent understanding and left right away.

Alexander composed himself, then offered a measured smile and a slight nod to the assembled guests. “I apologize for the unexpected disturbance tonight. Thank you all for your patience and understanding. Let’s continue the celebration.”

With that, he drew a line under the whole ugly episode.

The banquet resumed, the staff moving seamlessly as if nothing had happened.

Gian and Kirsten exchanged uneasy glances.

No one had expected tonight to devolve into this—not the guests, not Danielle, not even Alexander himself.

Danielle had always believed, deep down, that Alexander cared for Millie. Now she realized she’d been utterly mistaken. Alexander had never loved her, and certainly didn’t care for Millie either.

Everyone he disliked—or anyone who got in his way—he’d find a way to deal with, without hesitation.

Kirsten turned to Danielle, her voice low but edged with a kind of relief. “Honestly, I’m grateful you got out of that marriage when you did. A man like him—if he were sleeping next to me, I’d keep a knife under my pillow every night.”

She said it half-joking, but then she reached out and hugged Danielle tightly.

“You survived years of marriage with him. That’s nothing short of miraculous.”

Danielle could only offer a wry, speechless smile.

Alexander was calculating, resourceful—there was nothing anyone could force him to do if he set his mind against it. And even if someone did manage to box him in, he’d always find a way out, always dispose of anyone he found intolerable.

No one possessed his calm, his unflappable poise.

But it was precisely those who could hide their emotions, who never lost their cool, that you had to fear most. You never knew when the blade would come for you—whether it would strike quick, or whether you’d find yourself slowly, imperceptibly destroyed, like a frog in boiling water.

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Nathan strode over to Alexander, stopping just in front of him.

He placed a hand on Alexander’s shoulder and gave it a light pat. “You handled things well tonight. How much groundwork did you lay for this? How much planning—and were you really willing to sacrifice your wife and daughter for it?”

He’d raised Alexander with an iron hand, expecting nothing less than perfection.

Jake’s eyes were cold and sharp as he ground his cigarette out. “You didn’t consult me on any of this. If she had another trick up her sleeve, if you hadn’t managed to handle things tonight, do you realize what the consequences could have been?”

“What if she and Danielle had joined forces? Do you understand that could have destroyed the entire Davidson family?”

Jake’s anger was barely contained.

He thought Alexander was reckless, that he’d risked everything for the sake of a dangerous gamble. But at least, by some stroke of luck, it had all worked out.

Alexander listened in silence, his expression unreadable, eyes fathomless and dark.

“In your world, everything is black and white. But life isn’t always so simple,” Alexander said quietly. “Tonight’s problems are over. Why dwell on what’s already been resolved?”

Jake’s hand flew out, striking Alexander across the face with a resounding slap.

Alexander’s head snapped to the side, but he merely clenched his jaw and turned back, his gaze icy.

“How dare you talk back to me!” Jake snapped. “What you did was reckless and wrong. Why didn’t you discuss it with me first?”

“You think handling tonight’s mess means it’s over? What about tomorrow? What if Leanne tries something else?”

“All these years and you’re still not mature, still not ready. When will you finally be someone I can trust—someone I can hand the Davidson family over to without worry?”