The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 80

After attending the dinner party, all she cared about was retrieving her grandmother's keepsake.

Alexander said nothing. He scanned the dazzling array of dresses, grabbed a floor-length gown at random, and tossed it to her. "Try this on."

The dress was elegant and dignified.

Danielle glanced down at it, completely uninterested in following his orders.

She refused, her voice cold. "No need. Just wrap it up."

She didn't care whether it looked good or not.

"Danielle." Alexander's gaze darkened as he stared at her. "What's gotten into you?"

His patience had its limits.

With Danielle, it was nonexistent.

She met his eyes. "Where's what I asked for?"

Alexander raised his brows. "With that attitude, do you really want it?"

Danielle drew a slow breath, forcing herself to swallow her pride.

If it wasn't for what she wanted, she'd never tolerate this.

She snatched the dress from his hand and headed straight for the fitting room.

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Inside the fitting room.

The sales associate in the next stall was speaking loudly.

"Oh! Mrs. Davidson, this dress fits you perfectly."

The attendant's voice rang out in admiration.

Millie paused, then smiled politely. "Really?"

The salesgirl beamed, eager to flatter. "And the butterfly tattoo on your back—it matches Mr. Davidson's on his wrist! A couple's tattoo, right? It's so pretty, you two really are a perfect pair. The detail is just amazing."

Danielle froze, her grip tightening imperceptibly on the dress.

Alexander had a small, nearly invisible blue butterfly tattooed on his wrist. You'd barely notice it unless you looked closely.

Her heart twisted, sharp and aching.

When you give your heart and it's tossed aside, it's never easy to let go.

She'd once asked Alexander to have his tattoo removed and get a matching one with her instead.

He'd refused. Back then, she'd thought it was because he'd outgrown such things. Now she knew what that butterfly really meant.

Danielle exhaled shakily, loosening her clenched fingers from the dress.

Millie looked at her, concern flickering in her eyes. "Why aren't you saying anything? If it bothers you, I'll have my tattoo removed. I don't want it to come between you and Alexander."

"That's not necessary." Danielle finally met her gaze, voice laced with bitter irony. "You two really are a perfect match."

Why was she even trying to fit herself into their little world?

Without another word, Danielle turned and strode toward the exit, dress in hand.

She'd barely reached the door when she nearly collided with Alexander.

He stood there, expression cool and unreadable, his dark eyes locked on her. There was no telling what he was thinking, but his presence alone was enough to make her heart race.