The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 617

She walked to the doorway, her steps measured, and saw the two people standing outside.

Rebecca’s gaze lingered on Danielle, who stood quietly beside Alexander. There was no hint of surprise or agitation in her eyes—just a calm, unruffled depth.

Rebecca turned slightly to glance at Alexander, her tone so neutral it was impossible to tell what she was feeling. “Your ex-wife?”

Danielle hesitated for only a moment.

The woman before her seemed gentle and poised, radiating a serene composure that bordered on unreal. She looked exactly like the woman in the photos Kirsten Delaney had shown her.

So this was the woman Alexander had been hiding away, the one he wanted so badly to protect?

Danielle kept silent. She hadn’t expected to run into her here—a complete stranger.

Alexander’s expression didn’t change. He simply nodded in response to Rebecca’s question. “Yes.”

Rebecca smiled, her eyes clear and untroubled, neither possessive nor defensive. She stepped aside, making room at the entrance. “Well, Miss Crawford, won’t you come in and have a seat?”

Danielle studied her. Rebecca’s face was perfectly composed, betraying not the slightest spark of annoyance.

It was the kind of situation that would make any woman angry: a boyfriend returning home with his ex-wife. Even if she managed to hide it, some flicker of emotion would usually show itself.

But this woman was utterly unreadable. The favored are always fearless, Danielle thought.

Rebecca wasn’t like Millie, desperate to stake her claim and announce to the world that Alexander was hers. She carried herself with quiet confidence—the confidence of a woman certain of Alexander’s love. She had no need to prove anything, no urge to declare her territory.

Danielle shook her head, the picture of a well-mannered ex-wife. “That’s all right. I’m just here to pick something up.”

Rebecca glanced at Alexander, who remained impassive. He looked at Danielle and spoke in his usual, measured tone. “Come in for a bit. I’ll get what you need.”

“Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we’re enemies.”

Danielle fell silent. The two of them seemed perfectly at ease with each other. She realized she had no reason to feel awkward about their relationship.

“I’ll just wait outside,” she said quietly.

Rebecca’s lips curved in a polite smile. “Alexander has already invited you in. Why not come in for a few minutes?”

Alexander noticed her attitude and his eyes darkened slightly.

Danielle took the documents, offered Rebecca a polite nod, and considered it a farewell.

Rebecca nodded back, her expression as mild and courteous as ever, with no trace of hostility or displeasure.

Danielle turned and left.

Once she was gone, Rebecca picked up her glass of water and looked quietly at Alexander.

Her tone was even. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t see her so often in the future.”

Alexander nodded. “All right.”

Their conversation drifted down the hall, perfectly audible as Danielle closed the front door behind her.

It was clear—Alexander would do exactly as Rebecca wished.