Danielle looked up at him, a lump forming in her throat.
"Now that we know about Dean Gresham, about Nathan's schemes, we can't just sit back and do nothing."
She took a deep breath, her tone becoming firm. "Alexander, I don't want to be pushed away this time."
"Dean Gresham deserves justice. Nathan's ambition must be stopped. And the misunderstandings between us need to be resolved."
"Let's face these things together. Please?"
After she spoke, a strange, heavy silence descended upon the room.
At her plea to "face this together," Alexander's body went rigid. He slowly turned his back to her, his shoulders drawn tight, his fingertips trembling.
Danielle stared at his resolute back, a sharp sting of pain in her heart, but she pressed on.
"Is that a no? Then at least tell me, who will come after me if we get close?"
"Is it Nathan? Or the people behind him? Do you really think keeping me and Niki at arm's length will stop them from using us as leverage?"
She took a step closer. "Nathan was capable of harming Dean Gresham. He orchestrated your car accident. If he decides to target Niki and me, do you honestly believe you can stop him alone?"
"Pushing us away isn't protecting us. It's leaving us like lambs to the slaughter, completely unaware of when the danger will strike."
Alexander's frame wavered, but he still didn't turn around.
He was afraid that if he did, the resolve in her eyes would shatter his defenses. He was afraid he would give in and drag her back into this mess.
The sanctuary he had fought so hard to protect for all these years couldn't be tainted by a moment of weakness.
Alexander's breath hitched.
"I was wrong when we got married," Danielle continued, her voice thick with emotion but her thoughts clear. "I shouldn't have forced you to accept it out of my own passion. I should have apologized to you for that."
"But this danger we're in now is different. That was then, this is now."
"I'm not asking for us to go back to how things were. I know an apology can't erase all the hurt."
"But we don't have to be enemies. At the very least, we should be able to communicate, to let each other know what's happening, to know where the dangers are."
She looked at his back, her heart filled with hope. "I don't want you to carry this alone anymore. And I don't want Niki asking me every day when her daddy is coming home."
"We can be like strangers who know each other best. We can just be Niki's parents. But please, stop treating me like an outsider. Stop hiding everything from me."

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