The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 81

Alexander had no idea how long he'd been standing there.

Chances were, he'd overheard what Millie had said about the "matching tattoos." But his gaze, cold and distant, flickered her way for barely two seconds before sliding away again—no hint of explanation, not even a flicker of interest. It was as if he was tacitly admitting to it.

Just like in their past life together, he'd never cared about her dignity as Mrs. Davidson, never spared a thought for her feelings. His indifference was absolute.

Danielle pressed her lips together in silence. At least—thank God—she no longer cared, not in this lifetime.

Without a word, she shifted her weight, angling herself to leave.

But Alexander stepped in, blocking her path.

He glanced down at the evening gown she held in her hands, his tone cool. "You haven't changed yet. Want me to help you?"

Danielle didn't bother to hide her impatience. "I already changed. This one fits fine. I'm wearing it."

Alexander's attention drifted to Millie beside them. He gave her a warm smile. "Like it? If not, we can find you another."

He was always the picture of patience and charm with Millie.

Danielle let out a soft, bitter laugh and lifted her gaze to Alexander. "Don't forget what you promised me."

This was a one-time thing. She had no intention of letting anything like this happen again. The sooner she could cut ties with him, the better.

Alexander's expression was unreadable. "Tonight's birthday dinner—bring Niki."

—

Seven o'clock. Davidson Manor was alive with guests.

Most were longtime business partners, with a scattering of relatives and old friends in the mix.

Danielle and Niki rarely visited the old family home, so the scale of the party was a little overwhelming. By the time they arrived, the place was already packed.

The old man's eyes landed on Danielle and Niki as they walked in. His face betrayed no emotion, but it was obvious he barely tolerated his granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter.

"Yeah, she's never shown her face at these things before."

Alexander and Millie seemed oblivious to the attention, as if they genuinely didn't hear the talk swirling around them.

"Mom…" Niki tugged at Danielle's hand. "Aren't they talking about you? Shouldn't you be Mrs. Davidson?"

Danielle let the breath out slowly, searching for words.

Whoever stood at Alexander's side—that was Mrs. Davidson.

She'd been married to him for years, rarely appearing in public. And when she did, it was always in something plain, always in the background. Most people knew Alexander had a wife, but no one knew who she actually was.

Now, Danielle didn't care to correct them.

Things were unfolding so differently from that last lifetime. Back then, Millie had still been overseas during the party—she'd never come home.

She leaned down and whispered to Niki, "I'm not Mrs. Davidson anymore, sweetheart. Your father and I—we're getting a divorce."