The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 631

How could anyone find happiness in days like these?

Danielle closed her eyes for a moment, her lips trembling ever so slightly.

Some things, it seemed, were simply written in the stars.

She and Alexander—two people never meant to be together.

From the very beginning, everything between them had been tangled, a mess of fate and unresolved debts.

How could a marriage built on shaky ground ever turn out well?

They both carried secrets in their hearts, and that alone doomed any chance at happiness.

Mr. Hawthorne’s voice broke the silence. “It’s been so long since all that happened. I’m getting older—my memory isn’t as sharp as it used to be. Is there something specific you want to know? You never seemed interested in these things before. Why ask now? Is something wrong?”

Danielle shook her head. “No, it’s nothing.”

There were some things she needed to work through on her own, to search her heart for answers.

This marriage—they both knew—was never what Alexander truly wanted.

He was born into the Davidson family, his status seemingly enviable, but in the end, he hadn’t even been allowed to choose his own partner. Trapped into marriage by a pregnancy, forced by circumstances.

He’d been kind to her that first year; that alone was more than she could have expected.

But that didn’t mean he was blameless. If he hadn’t loved her, he should have said so plainly, not resorted to cold silence and distance.

These things weren’t unspeakable. If only he’d been honest with her, she would have understood; she wouldn’t have clung to him.

Perhaps he’d never truly seen her as his wife. So he kept silent, never confided in her, never let her in.

Danielle couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her chest now—tight, uneasy, almost painful.

She had tried so hard to be good to him, to make things work with the Davidson family, hoping they could find love with time.

But there was always resentment between them—knots that never came undone.

Danielle closed her eyes again.

Their meeting had been a mistake from the start—star-crossed, doomed from the very beginning.

Lately, Alexander’s behavior had changed so much. She had no idea what he was thinking. Him appearing in her life again, weaving in and out, was hardly a good thing.

With so much misunderstanding between them, his sudden interest—his unusual behavior—could only mean he had his own motives.

At this point, there was only one thing left to do.

Leaving was the best choice.