The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 646

So far, his behavior had been nothing but strange.

Now, at this point, Danielle could sense something between his words—a truth she hadn’t noticed before.

The man’s eyes were deep and unreadable as he stared at her in silence.

Danielle gave a short, humorless laugh and met his gaze calmly. “You really are patient, aren’t you? All these years, and you never said a word.”

Was that really the truth of it?

She wasn’t sure.

But there had to be a reason.

His eyes darkened, emotions swirling beneath the surface—feelings she couldn’t decipher.

Knock, knock—

Just then, a soft rapping sounded at the door.

“Alex, dinner’s ready,” Nathan called from the hallway.

Danielle glanced at Alexander, drew a slow breath, and stood up.

“Alexander, if we can’t have a real conversation, there’s no point in talking again. No point in even seeing each other. I don’t like dealing with people who can’t be straightforward.”

Alexander replied, his voice low, “If you trust me, then you don’t need to worry about anything.”

Danielle raised an eyebrow, half amused.

And why should she trust him, just like that?

Last time, it was her indifference—her refusal to care or get involved—that led to disaster.

She wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.

“If you truly understood what I’ve been through, you’d never say that, Alexander. You need to pay for your arrogance.”

She could never forgive the pain he’d caused her daughter or herself.

Especially not after what Niki had suffered—her little girl, always hoping for a father’s love, always let down.

Danielle finished speaking and went to open the door.

That was how she felt, at least.

But perhaps Alexander had never wanted forgiveness, never felt regret.

Not that it mattered. She was leaving, anyway.

Whatever happened to him—well, that was no longer her concern.

What mattered now was how she and her daughter would build their future.

Nathan hesitated when he saw Danielle inside, then glanced at Alexander behind her. “You two—?”

At the dinner table, the mood was tense.

Everyone knew what was going on, but no one said it outright.

“You’ve really made something of yourself, Danielle,” the old woman said warmly, passing her a dish. “But don’t push yourself too hard at work, alright?”

Bianca glanced between Danielle and Alexander.

“Yes, Danielle, you’ve done so well. It’s a shame things didn’t work out between you and our family. Mind telling us why you’re getting divorced? Was it because you fell out of love, or was there some kind of misunderstanding?”

“We’ve been family for so many years. I’ll admit, it’s going to feel strange after you’re gone.”

The old woman listened to Bianca’s words, well aware of the subtext.

Now that Danielle had such a prominent status, if she and Alexander weren’t actually getting divorced, Bianca would have been the envy of every socialite in town.

She’d always been at the center of attention, anyway.

Bianca worried about Alexander’s future, claiming Danielle’s role as a stay-at-home mom brought him no advantage, while other women’s daughters-in-law were always successful and accomplished.

She’d never thought much of Danielle, always looking down on her, always sharp-tongued.

She’d much preferred Millie—someone who served the country, someone with prestige.

But now, with Danielle’s new status, she realized all her efforts had been in vain, and regret was beginning to creep in.