The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 699

“Where did that line of yours even come from?” Danielle fixed her gaze on Alexander. “I’ve told you more than once, you have no right to insult me or my brother like this.”

“Ever since I said I wanted a divorce, you’ve been the one to insult me. You look down on me and on our daughter. You act like you’re the one doing me a favor by getting closer, but when I refuse, you just assume I must have feelings for my brother instead. Is that it?”

Danielle’s expression turned cold. “Alexander, this is a public conference. I don’t have time for your drama, and I’m done airing our private issues here.”

Alexander’s face was icy, his eyes never leaving her as he watched her lips move.

“You’re right, this isn’t the place to talk. Come with me.”

Everyone watched as Alexander grabbed Danielle’s arm and tried to lead her away.

At that moment, there was a sudden commotion on Nathan’s side of the room; he stumbled, drawing glances from the crowd.

Danielle already had no intention of following Alexander. He was always so forceful, so determined to push his own agenda with no room for compromise. They’d had this conversation behind closed doors more times than she could count, never once reaching any resolution. There was no point in going through it all again.

With a sharp movement, Danielle wrenched her hand free from his grip.

She was surprised by how easily she managed it. Alexander was usually so strong—if he didn’t want to let go, no amount of struggling could break his hold.

This time, her sudden force made him stumble back several steps.

A wave of dizziness swept over Alexander, making the world spin. Danielle’s face blurred before his eyes.

For the first time, he realized he was losing control.

His body was sending a clear warning, one he couldn’t ignore.

He couldn’t steady himself anymore.

His vision swam as chaos roared through his mind, and all the words he’d buried deep, the ones he’d never dared to say, came spilling out before he could stop them.

“Danielle… don’t listen to them.”

His voice was barely more than a whisper, thick with emotion, almost like he was speaking in his sleep. “Come with me… I’ll protect you…”

Danielle froze.

She’d never seen Alexander like this, stripped of all his coldness and control.

But that wasn’t enough to melt her heart.

Alexander had never once been worthy of her sympathy.

“Protect me?” She let out a short, bitter laugh. “Your idea of protection is hurting me and our daughter?”

Every wound from the past, every betrayal, she remembered it all.

Danielle stopped in her tracks.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable.

People all around the conference hall turned at the commotion.

“Call for medical!” Rebecca called over her shoulder, glancing down at Alexander as she did.

A venue this size always had a medical team on standby for emergencies.

Nash looked away, his expression troubled. He hesitated, clenching his fists before finally stepping forward. He looked at Danielle. “Mr. Davidson… he really doesn’t look well.”

“So what if he’s faking it or not?” Danielle’s voice was icy. “If he drops dead, it’s none of my business.”

She turned to Nathan. “Let’s go.”

Nash stood rooted to the spot, stunned. He’d always believed that, even if their marriage was over, there was still some bond left, some lingering concern. Even if the love was gone, surely she’d at least ask if Alexander was okay.

But now, hearing her say that, so coldly, so decisively…

Her words landed, unerringly, in Alexander’s ears.

In that moment, it felt as though a needle had pierced straight through his heart.