The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 103

That was an interesting choice of words.

Did she and Alexander even have anything as sentimental as love between them?

Danielle actually admired Alexander in a way. Back then, he'd claimed the child was his late friend Alistair's, and that it was only right for him to raise the boy out of loyalty. Of course, Danielle knew Alexander and Alistair had grown up together, as close as brothers, practically inseparable.

Alistair had been an orphan, so naturally Danielle couldn't just abandon his son. She'd always felt a special tenderness for Raffy—at least, until she discovered the child was actually Millie's. That was when she confronted Alexander.

But the three of them—Alexander, Millie, and Alistair—had always been famous in Northridge for their tight-knit friendship, a trio that everyone called the "Iron Triangle." Brothers in everything.

Alexander had told her, point blank, that Raffy was Alistair and Millie's son.

At the time, she'd believed him—foolishly, naively.

Now? She felt utterly betrayed. Raffy was obviously Alexander and Millie's child! And they'd had the nerve to let her raise him for five whole years, as if she were nothing but a convenient stand-in.

Otherwise, why would Raffy call Alexander "Dad," but never Niki?

Alexander had sent Millie abroad to polish her credentials and further her studies, while leaving Danielle to play housekeeper for the Davidson family for five long years.

How ironic.

Now Millie was back, with both her child and her career waiting for her on a silver platter.

Last time around, Danielle had been too blind to see the truth. Now, everything was crystal clear.

"Drop the act." Danielle's face was icy as she turned to Millie, her voice laced with scorn, every word sharp as a blade. "You're trying to play innocent after reaping all the benefits. Honestly, it's disgusting."

Millie froze, her face draining of color. "Danielle, how could you say that? I'm genuinely grateful you helped raise Raffy."

Alexander's gaze was cool and remote as he looked at Danielle. "That's enough. Let it go."

Of course he was taking Millie's side.

Danielle ignored him. She just wanted to get out of this place—every second here was torture.

"So you were never my real mom!" Raffy suddenly shouted, hurling a pillow at her with all his might. "No wonder you've always treated me so horribly! You're nothing but a wicked stepmother!"

The pillow caught her completely off guard, slamming hard into her injured wrist. Pain shot through her as the wound tore open, blood instantly soaking through the bandage.

She stifled a cry, gritting her teeth.

But the pain in her heart was far worse—ragged, endless.

She stared at Raffy, stunned, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Raffy glared at her with pure hatred. "I heard everything! You're just a stepmom! A stepmom! You stole my mom's place for years! Get out! Get out of here!"

"Rafferty!" Alexander's voice was like a whip as he strode in, his face stone-cold. "Who taught you to speak like that?"