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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 94

Kirsten watched Danielle, her heart aching a little.

She'd spent so many years with the Davidson family, long enough to understand the true weight of power and status—and to see through all the pretense. But there was one thing she'd never managed to see clearly: Alexander never loved her. She'd always kept hoping, always convinced herself he might change.

After all, they had a sweet, well-behaved daughter together.

After all, she'd helped raise the child his friend had entrusted to him.

She'd poured herself into the role, always believing that her sincerity might one day move him.

But now, faced with Alexander's cold indifference, all her earnestness felt cheap—almost laughable.

All those years of marriage, of emotions and effort, seemed like some grand, ridiculous joke.

If a man doesn't love you, it doesn't matter how completely you give yourself to him. He'll never truly see you.

Just before Danielle was about to clock out, she got a call from Security.

"Miss Crawford, there's someone at the front to pick you up. Says he's your husband."

Danielle's brows knitted. She was about to say she didn't have a husband, but then something clicked.

She hung up and hurried downstairs.

When she reached the front entrance of the building, Alexander's Mercedes was parked under the shade of an old tree, waiting in silence.

Danielle pressed her lips together and walked over, rapping gently on the window.

The back window slid down, revealing Alexander's cool, expressionless face. He looked at her, voice calm and detached. "Get in. Let's talk."

"About what?" she asked.

Alexander, immaculate as ever, adjusted the cuff of his shirt with aristocratic grace. His tone was unhurried, almost bored: "What you wanted."

He was blunt, clearly uninterested in small talk.

Danielle hesitated, then opened the door and climbed in. If he'd come here in person, it meant he'd actually brought what she'd asked for. Alexander was never one to waste his time.

As soon as Danielle settled into the seat, the driver quietly exited the car, leaving the two of them alone.

So that was why he'd come in person—to make sure she didn't go against his grandmother's wishes.

Even if they were divorcing, Danielle would never cut ties with the old lady. But she certainly wouldn't be visiting the estate anymore.

"You don't need to tell me," she replied flatly.

He nodded, face impassive. "Do you want to pick up the kids together?"

"No," Danielle said, her tone icy.

Alexander didn't insist. Maybe he was just being polite—he was always unfailingly courteous, even now.

But that distant politeness meant nothing to her anymore.

The way they interacted now felt colder than strangers. For a married couple to end up like this—what could be more ironic?

She'd wanted to ask about the court proceedings, but seeing how little he wanted to talk, she let it go.

They were already dealing with things legally; there was no reason left for private conversation.

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