The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 775

He really seemed to have run out of options.

His voice was raw, edged with pleading. “Danielle, don’t go. Please? Stay in Northridge. I’ll look after you and Niki, I promise.”

She stared at him, her tone cold and measured. “And as what, Alexander? In what capacity do you plan to stay by my side—or protect my daughter and me?”

Danielle had asked herself these questions a thousand times. She was done with the confusion, done with the blurred lines between them.

But Alexander’s answer had always been the same: silence.

He held her tightly, refusing to let go, but when she spoke, he couldn’t give her a reply. The air between them felt heavy, almost suffocating.

Moments passed—she had no idea how long—yet Alexander still said nothing.

Danielle shoved him away, resolve blazing in her eyes. “There’s nothing left for us, Alexander.”

“The past is over. Let it stay there. I want you to leave Niki and me alone from now on. Let’s go our separate ways—pretend we never even met.”

With that, she turned to leave.

“I’ll follow you, wherever you go.”

His voice came from behind her—quiet, steady, with a seriousness that brooked no argument.

Danielle froze in her tracks, shoulders rigid, a storm of emotions crashing through her chest. She didn’t turn around, just clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, using the pain to steady herself.

If she had to keep up this act, she’d do it to the end.

“Don’t make a scene, Alexander.” Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly. “We ended a long time ago. There’s no reason for you to do this.”

“Ended?” Alexander strode forward, reaching for her wrist—but Kirsten stepped between them just in time.

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