The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 232

“Since you and Alex aren’t living together anymore, there’s no need to trouble him after he’s been drinking. Let him go home and get some rest.”

Danielle never made a fuss about things like this.

And it wasn’t as if she could call a cab out here.

“Then arrange for a driver to take me home,” she said flatly.

Danielle couldn’t stand to spend another second in this place.

Millie gave a small nod. “Alex, I’ll go take care of it.”

She stepped away.

Danielle pulled open the car door.

“Sorry,” a hoarse voice sounded behind her.

Her hand paused on the door handle.

“Mr. Davidson, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Next time, I hope you’ll have better judgment about the people you trust.”

“We’re about to get divorced, after all. I think you should know where to draw the line.”

With that, Danielle slammed the door shut.

The disdain in her eyes was impossible to miss.

By now, she had seen just how reckless and obsessed Alexander could become.

Maybe only people truly in love go that far. He loved Millie.

Even his attempts to comfort her were overbearing, almost possessive.

Danielle settled into the car that would take her away.

She watched the raindrops on the window shimmer under the streetlights.

As soon as the mandatory separation period was over, she’d file for divorce.

Suddenly, she realized just how long thirty days could feel.

And Danielle...

Because of this, Bianca felt she’d lost face in her social circle.

The old woman shot Alexander a stern look. “No matter how close they are, there are boundaries. Even if it’s late, you should go home for the night. Call Dani and tell her where you are. A marriage needs honesty.”

“Have you two been arguing lately?”

Before, Danielle had always clung to Alexander, but lately she’d grown distant. Their relationship clearly wasn’t what it used to be.

Alexander didn’t seem bothered. He replied with a calm voice, “Our child’s already grown. What could we possibly have to fight about?”

The old woman snorted. “For your sake, I hope that’s true.”

After bidding farewell to the Fletchers, she left the room.

Millie turned to Alexander. “Alex, you’ve had way too much to drink tonight. You don’t have to stay and keep me company. You really should get some rest…”

“You shouldn’t be driving right now. Why not come upstairs and lie down for a bit?”