The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 683

Danielle’s mind was a complete mess.

She truly wanted nothing more to do with Alexander, but he clung to her like a stubborn shadow—no matter where she went, she couldn’t shake him off.

And then there was what happened at the party: that knife, his unnerving intuition.

Alexander insisted the knife was meant for him, but really, who could say for sure?

She drew in a steadying breath. “Fine, then tell me—where exactly is this danger you speak of? I’m willing to believe you, and I’ll let our daughter attend the school you’ve arranged. But trust, Alexander—trust is the most important thing between people. How have you ever given me that?”

Trust was something Alexander had never offered.

They’d never had any real, meaningful conversation. Danielle doubted they ever could, or that their relationship would ever move beyond what it was now.

If it hadn’t been possible before the divorce, it certainly wasn’t possible now.

Alexander gazed back at her impassively, his face as unreadable and cold as ever.

“You’re a smart woman,” he said quietly. “You don’t need me to spell everything out. What’s happened lately should tell you enough.”

“So what you mean,” Danielle replied, her voice tight, “is that you’ll protect me and our daughter from the shadows—but only if I follow all your orders. Is that it?”

Alexander nodded.

She gave a short, bitter laugh. “And how long is this supposed to last? When does it end?”

She was never going to put her or her daughter’s safety in the hands of any man.

She needed to keep control—she always had, and she wasn’t about to start letting him call the shots now.

“We’re real people, Alexander—we have feelings, we have emotions. We’re not just pawns for you to move around your chessboard. Before you do anything else, maybe you should ask yourself if you’re even capable of treating people like people.”

Alexander listened in silence, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

When he finally looked up, his eyes were dark, intense. “Is that really what you think of me?”

Danielle closed her eyes for a moment, too tired to answer his deflection.

She was exhausted—utterly spent.

She spoke at last, her voice drained. “I understand what you want, Alexander. My answer is no. Now get out.”

He rose, tall and imposing, and stepped closer, his gaze narrowing with a cold, mocking edge. “Four years ago, you told me you wanted out. You said the Davidson family suffocated you. You wanted a better life, didn’t want to live a lie. I let you go. And now you stand here and tell me I never considered you?”