The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 521

But above all those tangled questions, the more Danielle thought about the web of relationships, the messier it seemed.

She’d once believed things were simple—Alexander didn’t love her, so naturally he wouldn’t accept their daughter either. But after Gian’s analysis today, was it really that straightforward?

Together, Danielle and Gian carefully mapped out all the connections between everyone involved.

The truth was, Millie had always lived abroad. There was no deep-seated hatred between her and Danielle—the only link was that Leanne, Danielle’s mother, had once been her father’s mistress.

Millie was Alexander’s great love. She had been his wife, and in Millie’s eyes, Danielle was the woman who had stolen her husband by manipulation.

To Millie Fletcher, Danielle had become her greatest enemy.

There was no such thing as senseless hostility in this world.

Gian spun a pen between his fingers. “Let’s be real: Millie’s always played the tough girl act. When she first returned, she kept things under wraps, pretending she and Alexander were just old friends. But now, her ambitions are showing.”

“Old friends—maybe that was just their cover story all along.”

“Is Alexander’s favoritism toward her because of some dying wish from a close friend? Say, if Raffy is really Millie and Alistair’s son…”

Gian took a sip of water, then continued, “And Millie used that so-called promise to sow endless misunderstandings between you and Alexander.”

He paused mid-sentence, suddenly looking up at Danielle. “Have you ever actually seen any concrete evidence that they’re together?”

Danielle sifted through her memories with care. “I have.”

At least, since she’d come back to herself, the signs had become undeniable.

“They’ve shared hotel rooms on business trips. Even when Alexander and I were still married, Millie came and went from our home as she pleased. After I asked for a divorce and moved out, I went back to collect my things and found her in our bedroom.”

“There were opened condom wrappers on the desk.”

She remembered these details with painful clarity.

There were other moments, too—small but telling. Once, when she’d gone outside for air, she’d stumbled upon the two of them, possibly mid-kiss. She’d been too far away to see clearly, but the implication was there.

Gian, ever clear-headed, listened and tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the table.

“But all these things—you saw them, but isn’t it possible Millie orchestrated them to make you misunderstand?”

“Did Alexander ever actually say anything? Like, ‘Millie’s the one I love, I want to be with her’?”

Danielle pressed her lips together, thinking hard.

No—Alexander had never directly said any of that.

“But he’s never explained himself, either—not once, even when people started to talk about their relationship,” Danielle said quietly. “In the adult world, if you don’t bother to deny something, it’s as good as admitting it.”

Trying to decipher Alexander’s motives was nearly impossible.

Every past event, every interaction—he always played things close to the chest, never letting his true feelings show.

Everything came from Millie’s side, or from rumors that spread on their own.

Alexander himself had never admitted to anything.

Gian frowned, frustrated by the lack of answers. Alexander’s true intentions were as murky as ever.

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