The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 759

He was still nursing fresh wounds—he should’ve been resting, taking it easy. Yet, true to form, Alexander hadn’t slowed down one bit, still working tirelessly through everything on his plate.

At the sound of footsteps, he glanced up, his gaze lingering on the glass of milk in Danielle’s hand. His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

She set the glass down beside him without a word, pulled out the chair opposite, and sat down.

For a moment, silence settled over the study, broken only by the quiet rustling of paper.

Alexander finally set down his pen, his eyes finding hers. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke, his voice roughened by the late hour. “So… does this mean you don’t hate me quite so much anymore?”

Danielle’s lips twitched in a half-smile. Her fingers traced the carved pattern on the chair, almost absently. “I wouldn’t call it hate.”

She paused, then lifted her gaze to meet his. “A lot of things are in the past now, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.”

Her expression was calm, but her words carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. “Back then, I know you had your reasons, your own way of seeing things.”

“But did it ever occur to you that, whatever it was, you could’ve talked to me? We could’ve faced it together. Instead, you carried it all by yourself—and wouldn’t even spare me a single explanation.”

Alexander’s eyes dropped, lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. “I thought… you deserved to be carefree.”

His words were barely above a whisper. “You loved your work—your eyes always lit up when you spoke about space exploration. That’s where you belonged, out chasing the stars. Marriage, relationships… I never wanted those things to hold you back from your dreams.”

Danielle’s throat tightened. A sharp sting pricked at her nose, and suddenly her eyes burned red with tears.

She turned away, pressing her fingertips to the corner of her eye, her voice catching despite her effort to sound steady. “But back then… I loved you so much.”

For him, she’d been willing to set aside ambition, to wait quietly at home while he worked late, to soften her own sharp edges just to make his life easier.

Those days, ordinary as they were, had been sweet to her simply because they revolved around him.

But the misunderstandings had stacked up, invisible walls driving them further and further apart.

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