The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 304

“Our line of work can be dull and repetitive,” Harold said, his voice measured. “When it comes to choosing a future partner, I’d rather follow my heart. Family background isn’t important to me. I certainly don’t need a woman’s pedigree to boost my own status.”

Everyone at the table knew that among the wealthy, marriages often came down to business deals—mutually beneficial, but rarely built on love.

Life is long, Harold thought, and work is already monotonous enough. Shouldering the family’s expectations is heavy enough. If he couldn’t even choose someone he truly cared about as his partner, wouldn’t that be unbearably sad?

Danielle paused, considering him. There was depth to Harold’s words. He had his own views, a solid moral compass, and he always carried himself with grace.

Kirsten blinked, her tone light. “You’re absolutely right. My mom’s been on my case lately, nagging me to settle down. It’s driving me crazy.”

Harold chuckled softly.

“I know Mr. Atwood is single,” he said suddenly, then turned to Danielle. “What about you, Miss Crawford?”

Danielle was relaxing with her eyes closed, soaking in the warmth of the hot spring, letting her mind drift. Harold’s question caught her off guard. She opened her eyes, steam curling around her face, her gaze a little unfocused.

When she didn’t answer right away, Harold spoke again, his tone gentle. “No worries. If it’s too personal, I apologize for asking.”

Kirsten had brought up the topic, and Mr. Chapman had answered honestly. Danielle saw no reason to hide.

“I’m divorced,” she said simply.

Her marriage to Alexander hadn’t exactly been public knowledge. The divorce settlement was confidential, but she didn’t see any reason to keep her marital status a secret.

Harold was quiet for a moment before offering a measured response. “Sometimes divorce is the best outcome. Staying unhappy in a marriage doesn’t do anyone any favors.”

People like them were used to looking at relationships with a clear eye. Marriages might begin for love or for practical reasons, but divorce—divorce was always about giving oneself a second chance.

Danielle found it surprisingly comfortable to talk with Harold. He knew when to press and when to pull back; his manners were always impeccable.

After a while, Kirsten climbed out of the hot spring and headed over to the snack bar. Harold and Gian struck up a conversation about work.

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