Chapter Summary: Chapter 315 – The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell by Laura
In Chapter 315, a key moment in the Romance novel The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell, Laura delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
The room buzzed with conversation, the hum of voices never fading.
Nearly everyone was talking about Mrs. Davidson, their tone unmistakably envious.
The moment Alexander arrived, people flocked to him; he was always the center of attention at gatherings like this, effortlessly commanding the room.
Millie, half-turned in the crowd, caught sight of Danielle standing off to the side. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she gathered every eye in the room and strode purposefully toward Danielle.
Stopping in front of her, Millie swirled the wine in her glass and spoke softly, “You don’t mind, do you?”
It was a question that came out of nowhere.
Danielle raised her eyes, giving Millie a cool, indifferent glance.
Millie’s smile widened, just enough to show her teeth. “You two are divorced now. If everyone calls me Mrs. Davidson, I assume you don’t have any objections?”
Danielle arched a brow, understanding instantly—Millie was here to gloat, plain and simple.
Alexander didn’t seem to care. Why should she?
“I see you’ve picked up something I left behind. Is there really any point in bragging to the original owner?”
Gian and Kirsten stood nearby, making no effort to hide their amusement. Their eyes practically sparkled with mischief as they watched.
Millie let out a cold laugh, spine straight, pride radiating from her entire posture. She took a delicate sip of wine. “Are you sure it was you who left, or was it him who left you? Don’t pretend, Danielle. I never noticed before just how good you are at twisting the truth.”
She acted like she didn’t care, but Millie could see right through her. The feigned indifference, the forced calm—it was all an act. Millie had seen enough women like her to spot the signs immediately.
“You regret it now, don’t you? Well, it’s too late.”
With that, Millie clicked away on her heels, head held high.
“Wow,” Kirsten whispered, half-laughing. “That was… something.”
Gian pressed a hand to his forehead, rubbing his brow. “Let’s hope she keeps up this level of confidence.”
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