The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 749

She paused, her voice rough and strained. “Or is it because they think I’m your weakness? That by having control over me, they can control you?”

Alexander’s movement stilled, just barely.

He fell silent for a few seconds. The grandfather clock in the living room ticked, the sound unusually loud in the quiet of the night.

His tone was calm when he finally spoke. “Both.”

Danielle felt her heart sink.

She should have seen this coming.

Her life was never ordinary; with classified aerospace data stored in her mind, she’d always been a target.

And Alexander… his world was even darker than hers, his enemies countless. The people who wanted to bring him down would always go after what mattered most to him.

She’d thought the divorce had finally set her free from his orbit. But as long as he was out there, she would always be the most vulnerable point—an easy mark in someone else’s power game.

Was his coldness just a cover for wanting to protect her?

Alexander’s voice broke the silence. “We can’t stay here. Pack your things, take Niki, and come with me.”

“Come with you?” Danielle stared at him. “Where?”

“Somewhere safe.”

“What do you mean, somewhere safe?” she pressed. “Is it your place? Alexander, we’re divorced. Why should I go with you?”

She was tired of running, tired of never knowing what tomorrow would bring.

She just wanted some peace. Some kind of stability.

His face went pale for a moment. He looked away. “This isn’t the time to argue.”

“If they’re bold enough to break in, it means they’re ready to act.”

Danielle drew a long breath. “I have a job, a life. My lab’s waiting for me to recalibrate the parameters.”

His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. “Trust me. Please.”

“Danielle.” His tone softened, laced with a plea she’d never heard before. “Take Niki. Come with me. I swear on my life.”

Danielle saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the hint of something fragile beneath the steel. Her chest tightened.

She knew he was right.

“I—” She opened her mouth to answer, but the shrill ring of her phone cut her off.

It was her private line, a number she hardly shared. The screen flashed with an unfamiliar international number.

Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs.

At this hour, with this caller ID—this was no accident.

She instinctively glanced at Alexander. His face had gone stone cold. He raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, and then gestured for her to answer.