The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 199

All she cared about was saving face and putting on this holier-than-thou act.

If she really had any pride, she'd walk away with nothing and not show up here to sign off on the asset transfer.

Let's be honest: she wants the money but also wants to look like she's above it all.

Nash cleared his throat. "Miss Crawford, if you'd come with me, I'll take you to the office while I let Mr. Davidson know you've arrived."

He led Danielle down the hall to Alexander's office.

Here it was.

The very place she used to dream about entering. Back when she was Alexander's assistant, this room had always been off-limits to her.

The décor was stark and cool—restrained, almost impersonal.

But now, the once pristine room was dotted with unmistakably feminine touches. Cosmetics, a wool scarf draped over a chair, a water bottle with lipstick stains. The accessories leaned towards a neutral, minimal style—still, it was obvious they belonged to a woman.

It didn't take a genius to realize these things were Millie's. That neutral taste was her signature. Clearly, Millie spent plenty of time in here. There was no line between their personal and professional spaces; privacy didn't seem to exist between the two of them.

Danielle picked a seat, only for Nash to stop her with a polite smile. "Sorry, that one's reserved—Miss Fletcher's special spot."

Danielle's lips pressed into a thin line. She couldn't help feeling a wave of disgust.

"Please, take this one instead." Nash gestured toward another chair.

She sat where he indicated, and Nash excused himself.

For once, she didn't have to wait long. Alexander soon appeared.

He walked in, dressed all in black—a crisp shirt, tailored slacks—giving off an aura of cool composure.

He looked at her. "Have you been waiting long?"

Danielle's tone was icy. "Let's just get down to business."

Alexander's lips twitched in a half-smile. He didn't argue, just signaled for someone to call in the attorney.

The lawyer arrived quickly and went straight to the point, laying out the prepared contracts for Danielle to review.

She scanned the documents, eyes lowered, and only signed when she was sure everything was in order.

He nodded. "Where are you headed? I'll give you a ride."

She shot him a look. "I told you, we're getting divorced. No need to pretend."

He'd been cold as ice throughout their marriage. Now, with the divorce papers signed, any show of concern just felt empty—insulting, even.

Without waiting for a reply, Danielle turned away and left.

She had no desire to spar with him any longer, no interest in dissecting whether he was just being polite. Once, she'd longed to spend every moment by his side. Now, every extra second with him was suffocating.

After she left, Nash pressed his lips together.

"Miss Crawford seems… like a different person these days."

Alexander watched her retreating figure, then looked away, expression unreadable.

Nash tried again. "She used to be so warm with you. Now she's—well, she acts like a stranger."

"Is she playing hard to get with you?"