The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 193

Liam slipped one hand into his pocket. "She only asked for custody of Niki. Maybe she knows she wouldn't win custody of Raffy anyway. At least she's self-aware enough not to bring it up."

"She didn't even try?" Keegan pressed his lips together, contemplative. "That's pretty final."

"Yeah, seriously. Raffy's her own flesh and blood. To just give him up like that… That's cold."

The person on the other end went quiet, the silence stretching out.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Maybe Danielle's wanted out for a while."

Liam let out a short laugh. "Come on, you really believe that? I told you, she schemed for years to marry Alex. For all we know, this could be some kind of reverse psychology—playing hard to get, trying to reel him back in. No one really knows what's going on in her head until the very end."

He paused, suddenly realizing something, and then asked, "Since when are you taking Danielle's side?"

"Enough. Just get over here already."

Keegan replied, "I still have some work to finish up. I'm not coming tonight."

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At the lounge, Alexander's phone buzzed.

He set down his glass, glancing at the hospital notification lighting up his screen.

He'd been the one to arrange Niki's admission.

Now her test results had come through.

He lowered his eyes, quickly skimming the message.

Millie noticed him checking his phone and leaned over. "Alex, what's up?"

He tucked his phone away and reached for his drink. "Just a newsletter."

"Easy on the alcohol." Millie intercepted his hand as he lifted the glass. "Maybe you're happy about the divorce, but you tore up your hand saving Niki, and it hasn't healed yet. You need to take better care of yourself."

"Alexander." Danielle spat out his name, nearly grinding her teeth. "I'm not Millie."

At her words, he loosened his grip, disoriented, as if trying to process.

Danielle seized the moment and shoved him away with all her might.

Then, quick as lightning, she slapped him across the face.

His head jerked to the side. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, then turned back to look at her, his eyes black and clouded, sharp and unfathomable.

He was drunk—seriously drunk.

But even in this state, Alexander had never been slapped in his life, and now a cold, dangerous energy radiated from him.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Danielle curled her lips into a chilly smirk. "See clearly now? I'd appreciate it if you could conduct yourself appropriately, Mr. Davidson. Next time, try not to mistake me for someone else."