The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 135

A man so attentive to detail—if Danielle weren't willfully ignoring it, how could he possibly know so little about her?

The truth was, he simply didn't care to invest any effort in her.

He maintained a polite, irreproachable demeanor; no one could fault him for wanting to leave.

Clyde and Vivian couldn't say much, even if his early departure was the last thing they wanted—at least he'd showed up for the memorial.

They had no choice but to let him go.

The old woman glanced over at him. "What's got you in such a rush? You'd better be back for the family dinner tonight."

He glanced at the time, eyes lowered. "We'll see."

As he left, Alexander paused and turned to Danielle. "Take care of yourself and Niki. I'm going."

Whenever he was around his grandmother, he was flawless—never a crack in the mask.

Danielle could only feel the bitter irony of it all.

Even the pretense of care from her own husband was rationed, reserved for occasions.

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Rain drifted down in a steady, grey curtain.

The Linden family gathered at the cemetery, kneeling before Danielle's grandmother's grave to pay their respects.

As Danielle gazed at the headstone, her eyes turned red. Memories—small, tender, endless—felt as close as yesterday.

When it was over, Clyde looked weaker than ever, his face drained of color.

Vivian barely caught him as he swayed. "Let me take you back to the hospital."

"Uncle…" Danielle frowned, worry written all over her face.

Clyde managed a wry smile. "Don't worry. I'm not dying just yet."

"Just help me to the car for a bit. I'll be fine."

Danielle followed, wanting to check on him herself.

He was determined to see the day through, no matter what.

The deeper Danielle's love, the sharper her pain now. Only Danielle herself knew the full bitterness of it.

Kirsten had no intention of adding to her friend's misery. That infuriating post was better left unseen. It was enough to make Kirsten's own blood boil—if Danielle saw it, it would only hurt more.

Danielle nodded. "I'm going to grab some water for Uncle."

But just as she stepped out of the corner store and started across the parking lot, she came face to face with Alexander—the man who'd left early for some 'urgent business.'

Millie was right beside him, her arm looped through his, both sharing an umbrella as the drizzle fell.

Danielle let out a bitter, mocking laugh.

She walked straight past, determined not to see them—but Millie wouldn't let it go. "What a coincidence, Danielle!" she called, all false cheer.

Danielle didn't spare her a glance.

Alexander looked at Danielle, his gaze cold and unreadable.

Millie pressed on with a bright smile. "So, what brought you to the cemetery today? My grandmother's grave wasn't settled properly a few years ago, so Alex came with me to tidy things up. I'm even thinking of moving her here—the atmosphere's nice, don't you think?"

Danielle hadn't planned to engage at all, but that last sentence stopped her cold. Her face went pale in an instant—