The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 512

Danielle stood frozen, her entire body stiff with shock.

She couldn’t make sense of the man before her, couldn’t decipher what truly drove his actions.

But something deep inside her was screaming, a silent urge echoing from the depths of her heart: she needed to talk to him, needed to face whatever truth was hiding between them.

A second chance at life.

All Danielle wanted was to live beautifully, to give her daughter a safe, happy home—a life free from interference. She wanted to be the one her daughter could always count on.

But reality seemed determined to throw her wishes out the window.

It was as if a bottomless chasm lurked behind her, its shadows closing in, smothering her from all sides, leaving her gasping for air.

No matter how she looked at it—this life or the last—some invisible hand always seemed to shove her toward the edge.

This time, Danielle had made her choice. She would no longer believe in Alexander. She would not love him.

He already had someone he cherished, his perfect woman—Millie, his shining angel.

He always favored Millie.

He let Raffy call him Dad, made him the heir.

He let Niki grow up like an outsider, as if she were someone else’s child, as if her only claim to him was to call him “Uncle.”

It was only after Niki’s first birthday that he started insisting on that—and after that, the distance between Danielle and Alexander only grew colder, the love she’d once imagined between them fading into emptiness.

Danielle kept telling herself he didn’t love her, that she just wanted to do her part for the family, to earn even a sliver of his attention.

But—

Her mind buzzed, thoughts tangled into a hopeless mess. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make sense of it; the threads just knotted tighter.

There was one thing she knew for certain.

Alexander didn’t love her. That was painfully clear.

He was cold, always siding with Millie in everything. Yet, for all his indifference and bias, he’d never once done anything to actively harm Danielle or their daughter.

All he ever gave them was his cold shoulder, his endless disregard, which hurt more than any knife.

In her former life, Niki had longed for her father’s love—had waited and waited, only to fall ill and die of pneumonia on a bitter winter night.

From the beginning, it was always just Danielle and her daughter, waiting in vain for someone who never cared.

All Alexander ever gave them was neglect.

Now, all of this—why?

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Eventually, Niki was admitted to Serenity Sanatorium.

The police also found Danielle’s mother, Vivian, who had been kidnapped and left by the roadside, battered and bruised, and rushed to Serenity General Hospital.

Danielle went to see her. Vivian’s face was etched with guilt.

“Dani—” Vivian tried to speak, but the words faltered. With things at this point, nothing she could say would make it right.

Danielle didn’t blame her for anything.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied her emotions. “This wasn’t your fault, Mom. It was just an accident. I’m just grateful you’re safe.”

The police were still investigating. They didn’t know who was behind it all.

Vivian covered her face with trembling hands, too ashamed to meet Danielle’s eyes.

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