The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 225

All those things—Millie had already told Alexander everything from her perspective. So why did he bother asking questions when he already knew the answers?

No matter what Danielle said, he would never believe her.

He was only asking to defend Millie, to speak up for her.

Buying back the house for their marriage was no different.

Alexander watched her in silence, his expression cool, a faint, almost mocking curve at the edge of his mouth.

That look said it all: At least she understood her place.

She really wasn’t important.

What mattered was confronting her for Millie’s sake.

Alexander lowered his eyes, calmly rolling up his shirt sleeves, his movements unhurried. His tone was casual, as if this whole conversation barely concerned him. “Danielle, emotions won’t solve anything.”

He glanced up at her, voice indifferent. “I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.”

Even though Danielle had made it clear she wouldn’t go with him, he remained as forceful as ever.

Danielle’s lips curled into a cool, humorless smile.

The ones who are loved always act so fearless.

She had loved him once—loved him so deeply that now he could wound her without the slightest hesitation, trampling over her feelings and ignoring her completely.

She didn’t see the point in arguing anymore. It was useless.

She knew Alexander too well: ruthless, decisive, never one to go back on his decisions.

Right now, he could hold her in check with the divorce agreement. Whether she struggled or not, the outcome would be the same.

So why keep wasting time here?

Without another word, Danielle turned and walked away.

She didn’t bother with a goodbye, her indifference icy and absolute.

To Alexander, it probably just looked like she was throwing a little tantrum.

He didn’t care in the slightest.

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The last time she saw that proposal was when she visited their house.

It was sitting on the table. Newsworld was Alexander’s private company, not part of the Davidson family’s holdings, and he’d talked about opening a branch.

But her proposal had just gathered dust.

She’d kept waiting for her birthday.

But nothing happened. The proposal disappeared, as if it had sunk without a trace.

She smiled faintly. “Yes. This is what I imagined my company would look like.”

But if she’d built it from scratch herself, watched it grow under her own hand, it would have meant so much more.

Gian looked at her. “If we land this government contract, we can start prepping to go public next year. But this year will be tough—we’ll need to look for investors.”

Honestly, they were almost guaranteed success with this project. Word was already spreading in the industry.

Keegan had even called, and Alexander had arranged for Millie to join the team—padding her resume with an impressive achievement.

It was clear just how valuable this project really was.