The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 458

She felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her—her mind reeled, stunned into a brief, dizzying blankness.

Danielle is—Sophia?

She drew in a shaky breath, barely trusting her own ears, half-convinced she’d misheard.

Liam and Millie mirrored her reaction.

Even Keegan, usually the picture of composure, looked utterly shocked.

Bianca and Paula—well, even people outside their circle knew how significant this revelation was.

All this time, Danielle had been hiding her true identity within the Davidson family?

Of everyone present, Alexander remained the calmest.

His gaze was dark, unreadable as he watched Danielle’s face.

Danielle glanced at Millie. “As for the plagiarism accusation, I intend to pursue it to the end.”

A wave of commotion swept through the room. People scrambled to pull out their phones, recording the spectacle.

Millie nearly collapsed, her legs weak. She instinctively looked to Alexander, desperate for some cue, some guidance—her mind had gone utterly blank.

But Alexander’s eyes were elsewhere.

Sensing her gaze, he looked over at her for just a moment, offering a slow, gentle smile.

It was meant to be reassuring.

Millie clenched her fists tight.

Still, the avalanche of revelations overwhelmed her; her thoughts jammed and stalled.

Danielle is Sophia. Danielle is Sophia.

She became achingly aware of the stares pinning her to the spot—the bigger the stage, the more public the humiliation.

It felt like everyone was waiting for her to make a fool of herself.

With Chairman White vouching for Sophia’s identity, who could doubt it?

But Danielle had hidden herself so well—no impressive degrees, no background—yet she’d reached the very peak of the industry.

Millie’s face drained of color.

“Even if you are Sophia herself—that alone doesn’t prove plagiarism,” Millie forced out, biting back her panic, her pride holding her upright. “Let’s wait for the court’s decision before passing judgment.”

Chairman White gave a small, measured smile. “We’re only discussing this one incident, Miss Fletcher—there’s no need to be so defensive. The truth will come out in due time.”

Millie’s nails dug into her palms as she shot Danielle a venomous glare.

Danielle stood off to the side, her expression cool and detached, as if she were simply watching a show.

She stood there, doing nothing—and yet, it was as if she owned the world.

Just then, the TV crew arrived.

It was, after all, a graduation celebration.

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