The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 133

Nothing in her life, Danielle thought, could ever measure up to Millie in his eyes.

Helen turned to her. "You called him just now. What did he say?"

Danielle pressed her lips together. "He said he was busy."

Clyde let out a cold, derisive laugh. "How much money does he need to make? On a day like this, and he's still too busy?"

Danielle didn't answer.

He wasn't really busy.

The truth was, she never mattered to him at all.

To be precise, she'd never even registered in his eyes.

Grandma's face darkened, but, faced with her brother's scolding, she tried to smooth things over with a few kind words before stepping aside to call Alexander again.

This time, he didn't even pick up.

Her expression grew even gloomier.

The memorial service was about to begin when Orson arrived.

"No one thought to invite me on a day as important as this?" he announced, striding in.

Vivian's face fell instantly.

Danielle saw Orson and narrowed her eyes, stepping in front of her mother. "You're not welcome here."

He never needed an invitation—he was only here because he couldn't bear to let go of the shares in SoarCorp that Vivian controlled.

He'd found Leanne as his mistress, stringing Vivian along without ever divorcing her, and now Leanne's daughter, Millie, was the very woman who'd come between Danielle and her husband.

Like mother, like daughter, Danielle thought bitterly. They were born to be homewreckers—always leeching off her family.

Orson scowled, his voice cold and stern. "Have you forgotten how to show respect? I'm your father. This is your grandmother's memorial. Are you telling me I don't belong here?"

Businessmen, no matter how big or small, always made an appearance on days like this, as long as the marriage was still legally intact. Orson always arrived, right on cue.

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