The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 738

She paused, her gaze dropping to his injured hand before drifting slowly back to his face.

“But if you keep shutting me out—shouldering everything alone and never telling me the truth—how am I supposed to trust you? You shouldn’t be leaving me in the dark, not now.”

Alexander froze mid-motion.

He looked at her, and for a moment, the darkness in his eyes seemed to ripple, as if a stone had broken the surface.

He looked like he wanted to say something—his lips parted—but in the end, he only watched her in silence.

The living room fell quiet again, the only sound the low hum of the dishwasher.

Danielle didn’t look away. She held his gaze, firm and unwavering, her eyes clear with a single message—

She needed to know what had happened. She wanted to face it with him, not be left out like a stranger.

Just then, Niki padded out of her room, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, her steps tentative in the tense silence.

She glanced uncertainly from Danielle to Alexander, confusion plain on her small face, but she kept quiet, only tiptoeing over to Danielle’s side and tugging gently at her sleeve.

Danielle reached down and stroked Niki’s hair, the soft warmth beneath her fingers easing some of the tightness in her chest.

Alexander’s eyes flicked between her and Niki, finally settling back on Danielle.

He stayed quiet for so long that Danielle started to think he’d refuse her again. But then, at last, he gave a low murmur of assent.

“Let’s go.” He turned, grabbed the car keys, his voice neutral, but there was no objection in it—he was allowing her to come.

Relieved, Danielle squeezed Niki’s hand and followed him.

At the entryway, she saw Alexander awkwardly trying to tie his shoes with his left hand, his right trembling from the strain.

She hesitated, then knelt beside him and gently placed her hand over his. “Let me.”

Alexander paused in surprise but didn’t resist.

Alexander got out first and walked around to open the door for her.

As soon as they stepped out, they saw Nathan standing on the front steps.

Beside him was Paula Davidson, dressed in a crisp pastel dress, makeup flawless, though her eyes were icy and sharp as glass.

“Well, looks like we’ve got the whole family here,” Paula called out, her voice trailing with unmistakable sarcasm. “I thought some people would never set foot in the Davidson house again.”

Danielle didn’t respond.

Nathan’s gaze landed on her, a tangled mess of emotions—scrutiny, resentment—flickering in his eyes.

At last, he stepped aside without a word, making room for them to enter.

But Paula wasn’t finished. She stepped forward, her eyes darting between Danielle and Alexander, lips curling into a bitter smile. “So, is this a reconciliation? Are you two getting back together?”