The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 88

Alexander was driving Millie home tonight, which meant he probably wouldn't be coming back.

He never liked spending the night at the old family estate anyway.

Lately, Danielle was exhausted, barely getting any rest.

She'd assumed she wouldn't sleep well in the old house, but the sound of rain outside lulled her into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Somewhere between sleep and waking, she caught the faint, familiar scent of cologne drifting through the air.

She rolled over and drifted back to sleep.

The next time she opened her eyes, Danielle found herself wrapped in Alexander's arms.

He was holding her tightly, intimately close.

Her heart gave a jolt—her first instinct was to push him away.

She didn't just think it—she acted on it.

But half-asleep, Alexander frowned and instantly drew her back into his embrace, his voice low and rough with sleep. "Baby, don't move…"

Each word rang loud and clear in her ears, striking her like a bolt of lightning.

In all these years of marriage, Alexander had never called her that.

He'd never held her like this, either.

There could only be one explanation.

He'd mistaken her for Millie.

A sharp ache stabbed at her chest. So this was what their "relationship" had become?

The difference between being loved and unloved was, after all, painfully obvious.

Danielle took a steadying breath and pushed Alexander away again. "Look at me. Do you even know who I am?"

He blinked awake, his gaze finally focusing on her. When he saw who it was, his face tightened almost imperceptibly and he immediately let her go.

That told her everything. He really had thought she was someone else.

Danielle sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, putting distance between them, her expression openly disgusted.

She felt deeply uncomfortable.

Alexander sat up, glancing at her with a cool, unreadable gaze. "Grandma asked me to come back last night."

Danielle ignored him.

Of course. After all these years, only Grandma could make him listen.

Back when they were newly married, their bodies had fit together so naturally, night after night. Danielle had once believed that meant love—that love and intimacy went hand in hand.

Now she knew better. A man could want you without loving you.

After she'd given birth to Niki and Alexander started spending more and more time taking care of Millie, he'd lost all interest in her.

Looking back, she realized he'd been saving himself for Millie.

The more Danielle thought about it, the more bitter and absurd it all seemed.

She looked at Alexander. "I came to the party last night like I promised. Where's what I asked for?"

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