The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 684

Danielle’s breath caught in her throat.

His words filled her mind with confusion.

“When did I ever say that to you? When did I ever express myself that way?”

She couldn’t understand where he’d gotten these ideas. She’d never said anything like that.

Alexander’s gaze darkened as he looked at her, silent for a long time.

He finally lowered his eyes. “Four years ago, at Grandmother’s birthday dinner. You told her yourself. Have you forgotten?”

Danielle hesitated.

Her memory drifted back to that night, their first year of marriage. Grandmother had asked whether she was happy in the Davidson family—what the atmosphere was like.

She’d answered honestly: the constant tension in the house made her feel suffocated. And as for Alexander, she’d told Grandmother that his polite distance felt exhausting; she didn’t want to keep pretending with him, she just wanted to share the highs and lows and move forward together.

“You were outside the door that night?” she asked quietly.

Alexander met her eyes. “How else would I have known how you really felt?”

She’d been a good wife—by all appearances, anyway.

But in his mind, all that goodness was just a façade.

Danielle felt a tightness in her chest. “I did say those things, but did you ever actually listen to everything I said?”

“So that’s when you decided I wanted to leave your family? That’s when you started shutting me out? All these years, you couldn’t just ask me—just once?”

“If I really didn’t want to be with you, why would I have stayed this long? Why would I have cared for Raffy? Do you really think I’m that pathetic?”

Alexander drew a deep breath, turning to stare out into the night.

“Once some things are over,” he said softly, after a long pause, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” He glanced back at her, his eyes shadowed and intense, as if a thousand words were trapped behind them.

But he only said one thing: “You and our daughter are the last people I’d ever want to hurt.”

For the first time since the divorce, Danielle heard something like kindness in his voice—not an accusation, not a vague half-truth.

Her mind went blank, her thoughts swirling chaotically. She wanted to argue with him, to throw his words back in his face, but she didn’t even know where to start.

No matter how she tried to put it, none of it quite made sense.

“You say you don’t want to hurt me or our daughter, but in the end, you did. Do you really believe you haven’t caused us any pain? Do you honestly think everything you’ve done is right?”