The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 32

As soon as Alexander answered the call, he sprang to his feet and headed for the door.

"Alexander." Danielle's voice stopped him. "Where are you going?"

He paused, glanced her way, but only offered a brief explanation: "It's Millie's birthday party tonight. She's drunk, she has allergies—I'm picking her up."

Birthday?

A sudden clarity swept over Danielle.

So, on this very day in her past life, not only had he attended a competition with Millie, but he'd celebrated her birthday too. That was what he meant by "busy."

Danielle drew a deep breath, fighting off the exhaustion as she rose to her feet. "Ten minutes. I need to talk to you."

She was done playing these games.

After the intense competition, she was spent—her entire body ached with fatigue. This was the first time, since becoming a stay-at-home mom, that she'd pushed herself so hard. She still hadn't adjusted to the pace.

Alexander glanced at his watch and, with barely a pause, replied, "Wait for me at home."

Without another word, he strode out the door.

As he passed, the hem of his coat brushed the ring lying on the table.

With a faint metallic clatter, the ring tumbled to the floor.

Alexander didn't seem to notice.

Or maybe he did, but he simply didn't care—he never even looked back.

Danielle stared at the ring on the ground, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

She remembered that time, years ago, when a heavy storm stranded her outside The Davidson Group's building after work. She couldn't get a cab, so she called Alexander to pick her up. He said he was "too busy."

She'd waited in the wind and rain for ages, shivering until she spiked a fever by the time she got home.

When he finally came back that night, he didn't spare her a glance—never even asked if she was all right.

She had begged him for help, but he never came. Yet the moment Millie called, he dropped everything for her.

Six years. She'd loved this cold, indifferent man for six whole years.

What a joke.

In his world, his priorities had always been crystal clear.

Now, so were hers.

Expression hardening, Danielle stood and left the club.

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