The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 804

Leaving the dean’s office, Danielle felt a tight, suffocating weight in her chest.

Dean Channing’s words echoed in her mind—Academician Gresham’s accident, the forced marriage, the research career Alexander had abandoned. These fragments slowly pieced together a portrait of a man she had never truly known.

It even cast his coldness toward their daughter in a different light.

She remembered being sick with a fever in the middle of the night early in their marriage, only to wake up to find fever reducers and a glass of warm water on her nightstand. When she’d asked, Alexander had simply said the housekeeper prepared them.

After Niki was born, he rarely held her, but he had quietly padded the sharp corners of all the furniture in the house.

No wonder his affection had so suddenly turned to indifference.

She closed her eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact moment he had changed, wondering what could have possibly happened in the shadows of her awareness.

Danielle’s hand tightened around her phone.

She finally understood. Alexander’s deliberate coldness hadn’t been a rejection, but a desperate attempt to make her let go, to shield her from some unknown danger.

But this method of protection, this act of being “cruel to be kind,” felt like her heart was being torn apart. It was painful to be pushed away by the person you loved most, but knowing he was only pretending to be cold to protect you? That was a deeper, more profound kind of heartache.

Reaching her office door, Danielle paused and opened WhatsApp on her phone.

In her block list, there was only one name: Alexander.

She stared at it for a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before finally removing him from the list.

She clicked on his profile, but it was still empty.

Perhaps Alexander had changed his number, or maybe he had blocked her in return.

But would he block her on WhatsApp?

She backed out of his profile and tapped on the screen to initiate a money transfer—a trick to see if they were still contacts. The request didn’t bounce back with an error message.

Danielle nodded and sat down at her workstation. She switched her phone to silent and opened the project files.

The drone schematics filled the screen—the folding mechanism of the wings, the parameters for the heat-resistant materials. The familiar technical details slowly calmed her racing thoughts.

Only by immersing herself in work could she hope to quiet the chaos in her heart.

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Meanwhile, in a VIP room at Metropolitan General Hospital, Alexander was propped up against the pillows, a tablet in his hand. The screen displayed the official announcement of the collaboration between Vanguard Technologies and the Aerospace Institute.

Danielle’s name was listed as Chief Project Engineer, standing out in bold text.

“Mr. Davidson, Nathan and his team went to the institute yesterday to discuss resource allocation with Miss Crawford,” Nash reported, standing respectfully by the bed. “I also delivered Niki’s enrollment gift. Miss Crawford accepted it.”

Alexander’s finger paused on the screen, his gaze lingering on Danielle’s name, his eyes dark and unreadable.