The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1085

The next morning, Lorie appeared in the lobby of NextCore, dressed in sharp business attire. She took a deep breath, suppressing the unease and bitterness in her heart, and walked straight to Alexander's office. After her call with Harold, she had lain awake all night, finally deciding on one last gambit: she would resign, making a clean and final break.

She desperately hoped Alexander would show a hint of reluctance—even a single question would be enough to prove she wasn't completely insignificant to him. The office door was ajar. Alexander was at his desk, head down as he reviewed a document, an unlit cigarette resting between his fingers. Hearing footsteps, he didn't look up. "Yes?"

Lorie stood before his desk, her hands clutching the fabric of her skirt, her voice a carefully maintained calm. "Mr. Davidson, I'm here to resign. As of today, I am formally terminating my employment with NextCore and... cutting all ties with you."

Alexander finally lifted his head. His gaze landed on her face, utterly devoid of emotion, as if he were listening to a trivial announcement. "Suit yourself." Two words, cold as ice, completely extinguished the last flicker of hope in Lorie's heart.

She stared at him, her eyes instantly turning red, her voice trembling. "Alexander, do you really have no feelings for me at all? We've known each other for so long. Even if there's no love, shouldn't there be some affection?"

Alexander put down the document, leaned forward slightly, and asked in return, "Should there be?" The question struck Lorie like a hammer. She looked at the cold, indifferent man before her and suddenly felt utterly foolish, utterly pathetic.

"Was it fun playing me for a fool?" she shrieked, her voice rising with suppressed anger and hurt. "You were just using me from the very beginning, weren't you?" Alexander's tone was flat, emotionless. "That's a question you should ask yourself."

During a mid-meeting break, Alexander had refreshments brought in. A full table was laid out with exquisite small cakes, fresh fruit, and aromatic coffee. As everyone got up to help themselves, Kirsten pulled Danielle over to the table and casually picked up a slice of matcha cake.

She was about to hand it to Danielle when she noticed a small white porcelain plate nearby, holding several cranberry orange tarts. Next to it was a mug of warm honey yuzu tea. "Huh?" Kirsten raised an eyebrow, picking up one of the tarts. "Isn't this your favorite, cranberry orange tart? And honey lavender latte, too. You used to drink this all the time when you worked late."

Danielle froze, her eyes following Kirsten's gaze. Her heart, for some reason, skipped a beat.