The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 439

Summer break had officially begun.

Danielle knew she’d need to carve out more time for Niki.

The Davidson family took this seriously, too—after all, this was a pivotal moment for their only daughter and heir.

Once the new school year started, Niki would be entering elementary school—a big step up.

Grandma suggested throwing a little celebration for the kids, congratulating them as they moved into this new phase.

She called Danielle, asking her to bring Niki, and said they could invite a few friends as well.

Everything else was already in the works.

Danielle took a deep breath, unable to think of a reason to refuse.

After hanging up, she turned to Niki for her opinion.

“If it’s Grandma’s idea, it’d be rude to say no,” Niki said, looking at her mother. “And we’re still not supposed to tell her about the divorce, right? It’d look bad if we didn’t show up. Honestly, let’s just treat it like a dinner out.”

Niki didn’t really care about the Davidsons anymore.

She still liked Grandma, though. Sharing a meal with her was fine—she just wished she didn’t have to see some of the others she couldn’t stand.

Listening to her daughter, Danielle felt a lump form in her throat. She looked at Niki, her eyes full of mixed emotions.

Just then, Nash Langley’s name flashed on her phone.

“Mr. Davidson wants to remind you to be on time for the party,” Nash said, getting straight to the point.

Before Danielle could reply, he continued, “And, could you come downstairs? Mr. Davidson is waiting for you outside.”

Danielle took a steadying breath. “What does he want?”

“You’ll find out when you get down here.”

“If this is about Millie, I’ve got nothing to say to him.”

Alexander showing up out of the blue—there was only one thing it could be about: Millie’s company.

Dropping the lawsuit would save everyone a lot of time.

Nash hesitated, then said quietly, “No, Mr. Davidson said it’s important. You’ll understand when you meet him.”

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Danielle finally headed downstairs.

She knew if Alexander wanted to see her, refusing now would only delay the inevitable.

At the entrance to her building, she spotted a Range Rover idling at the curb. Alexander lounged in the driver’s seat, hand draped lazily out the window, cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Smoke drifted out into the warm summer air.

Danielle walked over and noticed the ground littered with ash.

He must’ve gone through several cigarettes in a short time.

In all their years of marriage, Alexander had never been a smoker. Living under the same roof, she’d rarely ever caught even a trace of tobacco on him.

She stopped by the window. “What is it?”

Alexander stubbed out his cigarette, unhurried.

“Get in. We’ll talk.”

Danielle reached for the back door.

He spoke, his tone cool, “Passenger seat.”

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