The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 764

The office’s fluorescent lights cast a harsh, cold glare, stretching Alexander’s tall frame into something lean and solitary.

He absently rubbed the button on his suit cuff, his gaze fixed on the tense line of Danielle’s jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed; it looked like he was searching for words.

But Danielle looked up first, her blue eyes clear and unwavering.

She pressed her lips together and spoke, her tone steady. “Alexander, come talk to me when you’ve made up your mind.”

“We need to lay things out in the open, not keep drifting through this fog.”

Whether it’s anger or misunderstanding, we should say it out loud.

With that, she didn’t wait to see how he’d react. She turned and walked away.

Alexander stood frozen, his fingertips digging harder into the button until the edge bit into his skin. Only then did he let go, watching as Danielle’s figure disappeared around the corner, his eyes brimming with tangled emotion.

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Early the next morning.

The first shaft of sunlight spilled through the hospital window, painting the white sheets in gold.

Danielle walked in with a thermos in hand. Her mother, Vivian Linden, was seated by the bed, gently tucking the blanket around Danielle’s uncle, Clyde.

Clyde’s face was pale; his once robust frame now gaunt from illness, every breath shallow and fragile.

“Uncle, I brought you your favorite—some nourishing soup.”

Danielle set the thermos on the nightstand and carefully unscrewed the lid, letting a wave of warmth fill the room.

She ladled a bowl and handed it to Clyde, her voice soft and soothing.

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