The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 926

A long, tense silence stretched over the phone line. Danielle’s grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles turning white.

She could hear Alexander’s breathing, perfectly steady, without the slightest ripple of emotion, as if she had just asked him about the weather.

A few seconds later, his calm voice came through. "Yes."

The single, understated word struck her heart like a hammer blow, leaving her frozen in place.

"But don't worry," Alexander continued, his tone still placid. "Even after we’re engaged, I’ll continue to take care of you and Niki. I won't let you suffer."

Danielle let out a short, sharp laugh, as if she’d heard the most absurd joke in the world. But the sound was hollow, filled with a bleak sorrow. "Take care of me? Alexander, do you really think I still need you to do that?"

She took a deep breath, forcing down the lump forming in her throat as her voice turned cold. "I don't. You don't need to take care of me."

"You can see Niki, of course. You're her father, after all."

She paused, the pieces falling into place—her colleagues’ talk of a political alliance, the image of Lorie cradling her stomach. Any lingering sliver of hope she’d been clinging to was shattered.

"If this engagement makes you happy and helps the Davidson family, then… I wish you happiness."

As the words left her lips, Danielle felt a vital part of herself go hollow and empty.

The butterflies she once felt, the hopeful anticipation, the hesitation and struggle after they reconnected—it all vanished in that instant, leaving behind nothing but a cold, barren wasteland.

On the other end of the line, Alexander was silent for a moment, seemingly taken aback by her finality.

After a beat, he began, "Danielle, you…"

"You don't have to explain anything."

Danielle cut him off, her tone sharp and decisive. "I just have one last question for you."

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