The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 748

Alexander’s fingertips still lingered on Danielle’s arm, a faint trace of the breeze her struggles had stirred clinging to his skin.

The air was laced with the cold, aged scent of cedar—his signature fragrance—but tonight, it felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking at her flesh.

“We’re divorced,” Danielle protested, twisting away. “Alexander, don’t do this.”

This isn’t right.

A shadow flickered across Alexander’s face. He let his hand fall away, his knuckles whitening as he released her.

He stood beneath the dim hallway light: his shirt collar askew, the normally immaculate hair now hanging loose over his brow, unable to hide the exhaustion etched deep in his eyes.

His entire posture radiated a bone-deep weariness, as if someone had siphoned away his strength. Yet when those eyes met hers, the stubbornness in them was unmistakable.

“You’ve been waiting a while.” He sidestepped her protest, voice rough as he swallowed. “If you have questions, now’s the time.”

Danielle had a thousand things she wanted to say.

But the words stuck in her throat, unable to take shape—until a sudden metallic crash echoed from outside, sharp and jarring, as if someone had kicked over a trash can downstairs.

The noise was faint, but in the quiet of the night, it sounded thunderous.

Alexander reacted instantly.

Almost before the last echo faded, he was at the window in a single stride, moving with the coiled precision of a predator long on edge.

With a sharp tug, he drew the curtain aside. Cold moonlight spilled through the gap, casting deep shadows across his profile.

“What is it?” Danielle’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurried to his side.

Alexander didn’t turn. His fingertips pressed against the icy glass, his gaze locked on the flowerbeds below.

After a tense pause, he spoke, voice ragged. “Go check if Goldie’s asleep.”

Danielle blinked, startled.

Goldie was her border collie, a dog so alert she’d bark at the slightest hint of a stranger near the building. Tonight, though, the silence was unnerving.

“They…” She opened her mouth, wanting to ask who they were, but the question died on her lips.

Maybe Alexander knew. But if he did, he wasn’t saying. Or maybe they’d simply never found the right moment to talk.

His gaze was heavy as he watched her. “Has anything strange happened here recently? Anything missing, odd noises in the night?”

Danielle forced herself to think back. “Nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve been staying at my parents’ house these last few days.”

She hesitated, then remembered, “Last week, the super said the security cameras downstairs were broken. Still haven’t been fixed.”

Alexander’s frown deepened.

“It’s not a coincidence,” he said quietly. “They’re checking your routines. Looking for weak spots.”

Danielle’s pulse hammered, her fingers icy.

She stared at Alexander, dread dawning in her chest. “Are they after me? Or…”