The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 746

That night passed in an unusual hush.

Nathan came by as well, joining the family in their vigil.

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At dawn, a thin layer of frost still clung to the mountaintop.

It was time for the old woman to be laid to rest.

Everything went according to plan—each step unfolding with somber precision.

On the hillside, Danielle stood at the bottom of the stone steps leading to the family gravesite, watching the pallbearers carry the casket through the dew-laden pines. Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

She’d stayed awake all night, keeping watch beside the flickering vigil lamp in the chapel. Now, as the wind brushed past, her temples throbbed, and the tall evergreens swayed into a single, blurred mass of deep green.

Grandma’s burial was simple and dignified.

After the elders finished their eulogies, the sound of earth pattering onto the coffin seemed to strike at everyone’s heart.

When Danielle bent forward in a final bow, her fingertips brushed the cold gravestone, jolting her into a sharper awareness—this was it. The woman who’d always warmed her hands on winter nights would remain here, among these hills, forever.

As people slowly drifted away, the mountain wind swept bits of torn offerings across the ground.

While Danielle knelt to tidy up the flowers and candles, her phone buzzed twice in her pocket.

She pulled it out—Gian Atwood had sent a message, just one sentence: “Nathan just intercepted three of The Davidson Group’s overseas contracts—Vanguard Technologies made the move, and it’s a hefty sum.”

Her hand tightened so suddenly that the edge of the phone dug into her palm.

She looked up at once, instinctively searching for Alexander a few steps away.

He was standing in the pale morning light, the hem of his black coat lifting in the breeze.

Last night during the vigil, he’d sat silently in the corner, a cigarette burning down between his fingers, unmoving.

Even earlier, when the family elders gripped his hand and offered their condolences, he’d only nodded slightly, his gaze calm and impenetrable as a frozen lake.

Something this monumental, and still—he hadn’t betrayed the slightest hint of it.

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