The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 223

“What?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Liam’s face.

But after a brief silence, he didn’t even need to think to know what had happened.

“It must be Danielle stirring up trouble behind the scenes.”

Millie’s face had been clouded with anger from the very start. She never expected that Ninesky would actually fire her.

She’d only just started with Ninesky today—her very first day.

All she’d done was express some dissatisfaction with her assignments. From her perspective, Ninesky was wasting her talents on the most trivial tasks.

“Millie, don’t let it get to you. Your skills are not in question here—you’re just the target of someone’s grudge,” Liam reassured her. “Gian will regret this decision, mark my words.”

“Firing you for Danielle’s sake is a terrible move. There are plenty of places in this industry where you can really shine. Ninesky was never your best option, and you don’t need to tie yourself down to it. If Gian can’t be fair or objective, that just shows the limits of Ninesky’s vision.”

Liam frowned, his voice calm but firm. “Honestly, that company is never going to get any further with the way they’re run. They’re stuck at the level they deserve.”

“Yeah…” Millie pressed her lips together, brow furrowed.

At this point, she had no choice but to accept the outcome.

The real problem with Ninesky was its tangled web of backroom politics.

Danielle, after all, was connected to the company’s biggest shareholder. Millie hadn’t lost to Danielle—she’d lost to the system.

Her pride wouldn’t let her beg for her job back, and she knew it would be pointless anyway.

She’d make sure Ninesky realized, sooner or later, just how costly it was to lose someone like her.

With a careless smile, Millie put away her phone and closed her messages, looking as if nothing had happened.

“If Ninesky can’t be fair, staying there would only bury my talent,” she said quietly. “I don’t care what happens to that place. A company that values connections over competence isn’t going anywhere, and I never planned to stay long. I’m resigning—this isn’t them firing me.”

Alexander looked up at her. “You really don’t care?”

“Not anymore,” Millie replied. “Alex, don’t bother standing up for me with Ninesky. That kind of toxic workplace isn’t worth our time.”

Liam gave a faint, approving smile.

Millie’s pride was unbreakable—she had a backbone of steel, and no company like Ninesky could humiliate her. She’d always held herself to a higher standard. Losing her was Ninesky’s loss, not hers.

His words caught her off guard. She quickly opened the digital contract, enlarged the screen, and stared at the buyer’s name.

Alexander.

A chill ran through her. Suddenly, it all made sense.

Was this some kind of twisted joke?

After she’d kicked Millie and her son out, Alexander had gone and bought the house back himself—was he trying to humiliate her?

“The contract’s been signed. We’ll meet at the house to finalize everything,” Alexander told her, naming the location.

So that was his plan. Invite her back to the house only to throw her out in person, just to get back at her over Millie?

She fell silent.

On the other end, Alexander seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.

“I’ve got a lot on my plate lately. Just come over,” Alexander said quietly. “I’m not so petty as to throw you out of the house over this.”