The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 569

Danielle fell silent, her composure fracturing for just a moment.

So that’s what he thought of everything she’d just said? All her explanations, her effort, reduced to this?

She stood abruptly, taking a deep breath, her expression cold as she fixed Alexander with a flat stare. “Go to hell,” she said, each word deliberate and razor-sharp.

And with that, Danielle turned on her heel and walked out.

If they couldn’t have a real conversation, she wasn’t going to waste another second of her time.

Alexander watched her retreating back, his gaze somber and inscrutable.

Did she really think she was unaffected?

Outside, the memory of Millie being escorted away by the Strategic Intelligence Agency kept replaying in Danielle’s mind. That was the whole reason Alexander had called her there today—to make her witness it. But any attempt at conversation with him went nowhere, just like always.

Standing at the curb, watching the endless stream of cars and city lights, Danielle drew a long, steadying breath.

Suddenly, the truth hit her. The problem wasn’t that they couldn’t communicate—it was that Alexander never wanted to talk about the things that mattered. He always dodged, always deflected, no matter how many times she tried. His actions were impossible to read, his words even harder to understand.

The more she tried, the more exhausted and helpless she felt. She didn’t want to keep guessing at his feelings—she’d spent enough of her life doing that. She was done.

After everything that happened, Danielle let go of any concern over Millie’s arrest. That was a matter for national security now, out of her hands.

When Gian arrived at Ninesky Technologies, he found Danielle already at her desk.

“You’re here early every day. Shouldn’t you be swamped with work right now?” he asked.

Danielle glanced up slowly. “Busy with what, exactly?”

“Millie. Shouldn’t you be cooperating with the investigation?” Gian pressed, studying her. “She’s finally destroyed herself for good this time.”

Without looking up from her work, Danielle replied, “If they need me, they know where to find me.”

“And what about keeping Niki safe?” Gian pulled out a chair and sat across from her. “Weren’t you supposed to talk to him yesterday?”

Danielle’s hand paused mid-note, her pen hovering over the spreadsheet, a faint crease appearing between her brows.

“I can never get through to him,” she admitted quietly. “It’s like we’re living on parallel tracks, never intersecting.”

Her tone softened, resignation settling in.

“And as for what he’s thinking these days? I honestly don’t care anymore. I don’t even want to know.”

Every time something threatened their daughter’s safety, Alexander would manufacture a crisis that forced her to act. And every time, there were never any real answers. Now, Danielle could see it for what it was—he was using her concern for Niki to manipulate her, to drag her wherever he pleased.

She couldn’t understand what he hoped to achieve. But she’d resolved never to fall for it again, never to trust anything he said.

Gian frowned at her words. “He’s a strange man. Nothing he does ever makes sense.”

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