The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 673

If he was truly that perceptive, then it meant every single thing he’d done was intentional.

He knew exactly what would hurt her, what would make her miserable, and he’d still chosen to do it.

Danielle felt as if something yanked her heart tight, a sharp invisible cord twisting inside her chest.

She stared at Alexander. “So in your grand plan, it doesn’t matter to you if I die, or if our daughter dies?”

Alexander’s eyes flickered, his expression darkening, a shadow of annoyance crossing his features.

“And what makes you think that?” His voice was cold, barely concealing his impatience.

Danielle watched the changes in his face. Maybe, just as Gian had warned, he was always maneuvering, always anticipating, playing some elaborate game. But in this strategy of his, did her life—or their daughter’s—ever truly matter to him?

He didn’t know; he couldn’t possibly know. He was even less aware that she and their daughter had already died once before.

Danielle shook her head and turned away.

As she started to walk off, Alexander’s heart lurched violently in his chest. His gaze hardened, and in two quick strides, he caught up to her, grabbing her wrist.

Danielle turned and looked at him.

His eyes were sharp and cold. “What are you hiding from me? Tell me.”

His insight was uncanny, almost unsettling; he could sense things others missed. Even now, a vague anxiety gnawed at him, though he couldn’t say why.

Danielle met his gaze. “Don’t you always claim to know everything? Figure it out yourself.”

No one would believe the truth, least of all Alexander—he would just accuse her of making it all up. And honestly, she had no reason to make him believe it.

“Even if you think it is, how much of what you tell me could I possibly believe?”

The truth was, conversations like this never suited them. They didn’t trust each other, not really. Even if Alexander could trust her, Danielle knew she could never fully trust him.

She couldn’t accept the way he did things, anything he said or did.

Her words were steady, each one deliberate, echoing in the silence.

For a moment, Alexander was frozen, his emotions flickering across his face.

He stared at her for a long time, silent, his throat working as he swallowed.

“Did you ever imagine a future with me?” he finally asked.