The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 515

He was the son of Alexander’s beloved first love, the woman who’d always been his “one that got away.” Of course Alexander doted on Raffy.

But Danielle? In Alexander’s eyes, she was the schemer. The woman who’d ruined his marriage with all her tricks and manipulations.

To him, Danielle’s daughter, Niki, could never compare to Millie’s son, Raffy.

A faint, self-mocking smile tugged at Danielle’s lips.

Really, what was there left to ask?

Alexander had made everything perfectly clear—not with words, but with every action.

He was a man of few words. But every gesture, every decision, spelled out his intentions more than any conversation ever could.

What more needed to be said?

Knock, knock.

Someone rapped gently at the door.

“Monica’s awake,” came a voice from the hallway.

Danielle immediately stood up.

But as she turned to leave, her steps faltered. She glanced back at the man still seated by the window.

“Since we’re already divorced, we have nothing left to do with each other. We parted on mutual terms, and you seemed happy enough about it. So, there are some things we ought to lay out clearly, right?”

“I’ll find time to talk with you about Niki,” Alexander replied quietly. “If there’s any risk to her—anything at all—I want you to tell me.”

Danielle’s hand tightened at her side. “I’m not asking you to be a loving father. All I want is for you to have a little conscience. For her sake—she’s your own daughter—just make sure she’s safe and happy in this world.”

Some instinct told Danielle that Alexander knew more than he let on about the danger surrounding Niki.

And today—well, maybe he only got involved by accident, because Raffy had been kidnapped, too.

But precisely because Raffy had been taken, Alexander must have investigated everything down to the last detail.

He had to know something. Some hidden truth.

For her daughter’s safety, if Alexander knew anything, Danielle was determined to get answers.

Leaving her words hanging in the air, Danielle hurried out and made her way to her daughter’s hospital room.

Niki must have been terrified today. If she woke up and didn’t see a familiar face, she’d be even more scared. Danielle had to be there.

Inside the hospital room—

Niki’s eyes fluttered open, wild with fear. The moment she saw her mother, tears spilled down her cheeks in silent, shuddering waves.

Her face was chalk-pale; she’d clearly been scared half to death.

Danielle wrapped her arms around her daughter, whispering soothing words over and over until the trembling subsided.

The doctor came by and said her fever had gone down a bit.

Danielle finally allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief.

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