The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 550

“I don’t get it, and I don’t want to listen.” Danielle turned on her heel, heading downstairs to pick up some things for her brother.

She had no time for Alexander’s nonsense right now.

Just as she was about to leave, a sudden pressure tightened around her wrist—a man’s hand clamped down, halting her in place.

Alexander’s grip was firm around her slender wrist; it seemed he could snap it with barely a squeeze.

Danielle spun around, her face icy, meeting those dark, unreadable eyes of his.

“You’re really going to throw a tantrum at a time like this?”

His voice was flat, disturbingly calm, as if he were reciting a list.

That tone, that insufferable sense of superiority—nothing could be more infuriating.

Danielle drew a long, steadying breath, forcing down her anger.

“Alexander, what do you mean, acting out? My feelings—my choices—what do they have to do with you?”

No matter what she did, in his eyes, it was always just a childish outburst.

“When we were married, you didn’t care. Now, you have even less right to interfere.”

She looked down, her lips pressed into a thin line, staring at his hand gripping hers. “Let go, Alexander. Or I’m calling the police.”

He stared at her, face emotionless, eyes distant and cold.

But this time, he didn’t let go. If anything, his grip tightened.

Danielle felt an ache flare up where his fingers pressed into her skin.

She truly had no idea what kind of madness was driving him now.

She scowled, her annoyance plain.

Alexander’s voice came out cold and low. “When are you going to let someone actually trust you?”

Danielle ground her teeth and, with her free hand, slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp crack echoed clearly down the stairwell.

His head jerked to the side with the blow. Alexander pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, then turned back, eyes black and fathomless.

Danielle’s chest heaved, her glare frosty. “Stop pretending everything you do is for my own good. It’s nauseating.”

She had no desire to pick apart his motives or guess at his intentions. She’d never once believed Alexander had feelings for her. His heart belonged to Millie.

Leaving that final, cutting remark hanging in the air, Danielle turned and strode away.

Outside, rain was still pouring down, the skies so dark it felt almost apocalyptic.

Downstairs, Danielle bought armfuls of everyday necessities.

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The stab wound had been deep.

Nathan needed a lot of stitches and was now stuck in the hospital.

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