The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 363

The teacup grazed Alexander’s cheek before crashing to the floor with a force that sent shards of porcelain scattering everywhere.

The sound was sharp, electrifying the room. Fragments of the cup littered the hardwood.

Grandmother’s expression remained icy from start to finish. She lifted her gaze, eyes fixed on the trace of red blooming across Alexander’s face where the cup had struck.

“Every word you claim Dani doesn’t mind—should I call her right now and ask?” she snapped.

“Millie is the golden girl these days, and now you’re thinking of moving on?” Her glare could have frozen fire as she stared him down. “Dani gave up her future to marry you. How could you do this to her? When my time comes, how will I answer to Matilda in the grave?”

Her chest heaved with indignation, and she pressed a trembling hand to her heart, struggling to catch her breath.

She truly hadn’t known about any of this. If not for that story in the paper—

Today, she was determined to stand up for Dani.

Watching the pain etched across his grandmother’s face, Alexander’s brow furrowed.

“Grandma.” He stepped forward, resting a steadying hand on her back. “Please, don’t upset yourself.”

But she only shook him off, her expression as cold as ever.

Danielle was practically a granddaughter to her, raised under her own roof. She’d believed that marrying into the Davidson family would guarantee Dani’s happiness and protection; she had no idea how much the girl had suffered all this time. And Danielle, with her quiet strength, never once complained—always so gentle and composed.

The more she thought about it, the deeper the ache in her chest.

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