The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 728

Danielle trembled, his words striking a chord deep inside her.

His question was heavy, weighted with desperation.

It was as if he only needed an answer—as if her reply alone determined whether he’d bother to go on living.

For a fleeting moment, Danielle could feel just how much pain he was carrying, how hard it was for him to endure.

She took a deep breath, gently pushed Alexander away, and met his gaze directly. Her voice was calm, steady, and utterly sincere. “You’re asking if your life matters to me. But let me ask you first—Alexander, do our lives, mine and our daughter’s, matter to you?”

She held his gaze, a faint smile curving her lips. “Or, to put it another way: are we important to you?”

Alexander stood silent in front of her.

The silence stretched on.

It was always like this—these long silences, his eyes shadowed and impossible to read.

Danielle let out a short, bitter laugh. “If you can’t even answer my question, what right do you have to ask if your life is important to me? Shouldn’t you already know the answer in your own heart?”

After years of a marriage that felt more like cohabiting with a stranger, the question of importance hardly seemed relevant.

All those years together had already spelled everything out.

Alexander didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on her, dark and intense.

There was a chill about him, as always, but tonight it felt different—less controlled, more raw.

“I’ll answer you,” he said at last, his voice rough and unsteady. “You matter.”

He looked straight at Danielle. “You and our daughter matter more to me than my own life.”

Danielle froze, stunned by the answer—so unexpected, so unbelievable.

Her fist clenched at her side, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest.

She instinctively wanted to step back, but her limbs felt leaden, refusing to move.

But another part—one she could hardly admit even to herself—felt a ripple of something else, like a stone dropped into still water, sending out ripples she didn’t dare name.

Yet, when she looked up and saw the raw red rim around his eyes, the words she meant to say came out as something else entirely. “...What did you just say?”

Danielle took a shaky breath, turning her eyes away, unable to meet his anymore.

“Do you even believe what you’re saying? After everything you’ve done, do you believe it?”

Alexander pressed his lips together, his whole body rigid.

His lips were pale now, his voice growing more faint.

“Maybe I’ve made selfish, terrible decisions. Maybe you’ll never forgive me for them. But it’s true—you both matter more to me than my own life.” His eyes were wet, his voice hoarse, trembling.

He was no longer the man he used to be—aloof, composed, impenetrable.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself against the wall with his right hand, looking frail and battered. His gaze locked onto Danielle’s, dark and unwavering. “But…I have to admit it now. You’re important. Our daughter is important.”