The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1334

"That won't be necessary."

"You can coordinate the specifics with Charley and your team. I trust they can handle it perfectly."

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd of nosy executives eagerly watching the drama unfold.

Suddenly, the icy glare vanished from his face, replaced by a devastatingly gentle smile. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arm naturally around Danielle's waist and pulled her flush against his side.

The gesture was seamless and deeply intimate, something born from years of shared history. It instantly shattered the cheap, artificial tension Ella had tried so desperately to build.

Danielle stiffened for a fraction of a second before relaxing into his embrace. The faint, comforting scent of cedarwood washed over her, and any lingering annoyance in her chest evaporated into thin air.

Holding Danielle tight, Alexander looked out at the room. He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer authority in his tone commanded absolute silence. "Actually, since everyone is here, I'd like to take a moment to make an announcement."

The ballroom fell dead silent. Every single person locked their eyes on him, instinctively holding their breath.

The smug smile on Ella's face froze solid. A violent wave of dread crashed into her gut.

She stared at Alexander's hand resting on Danielle's waist. A suffocating wave of fury ripped through her, making it nearly impossible to keep her facial expression from shattering completely.

Alexander glanced down at Danielle, the absolute adoration in his eyes practically spilling over. He looked back up at the crowd, his voice ringing out clear and steady. "Danielle and I are remarrying."

"We'll be hosting a massive wedding in the near future. You're all formally invited."

The moment the words left his lips, the ballroom erupted.

"What?! Mr. Davidson and Danielle are getting remarried? That's incredible news!"

"Oh my god! Their divorce was so explosive, I never thought they'd actually find their way back to each other!"

"See? I told you! Alexander and Danielle are a match made in heaven. Ella was just making a fool of herself this whole time!"

The excited chatter swept through the room. Suddenly, the glances being shot in Ella's direction completely changed.

Some looked at her with pity, others with blatant mockery, and a few just enjoyed the show.

The people who had been fooled by Ella's seductive little act finally saw the truth. They mentally rolled their eyes at her delusional, pathetic attempt to play home-wrecker.

Ella's face drained of all color, turning a sickening shade of pale.

She never, in her wildest nightmares, expected Alexander to announce their remarriage right here, right now, in front of the entire industry.

It was a brutal, public slap to the face. Everything she had done to look close to him was instantly reduced to a massive, humiliating joke.

She swallowed the boiling rage and unbearable humiliation clawing at her throat, forcing the ugliest, most painful smile onto her face. "Congratulations, Mr. Davidson. Truly."

"I'll be waiting for my invitation."

With that, she couldn't take another second of it. She spun around and practically fled through the crowd, retreating toward a dark corner of the ballroom.

Her bitter, defeated retreat only gave the gossiping guests more to laugh about.

Watching Ella run away with her tail between her legs, Danielle couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

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Meanwhile.

Out on the terrace.

Kirsten stared at Alexander and Danielle holding each other in the distance, a genuine, uncontrollable smile spreading across her face.

"What are you looking at? You're totally spaced out."

A familiar male voice echoed right next to her ear, dripping with amusement.

Kirsten's shoulders jolted. She whipped her head around and instantly collided with Gian's laughing eyes.

He was holding a glass of champagne, his other hand casually stuffed into the pocket of his dress pants. He stood tall and perfectly relaxed.

The moonlight spilled across his face, highlighting the sharp, masculine line of his jaw. His usually intense, cynical features were currently softened by a rare, breathtaking warmth.

Kirsten's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. A rush of heat flared in her cheeks.

She instinctively swatted at his hand as he reached over to mess up her hair. "Stop it. You're ruining my hair."

Gian let out a low chuckle, not bothered in the slightest. He leaned back against the balcony railing right beside her, following her gaze toward Danielle and Alexander. A faint smile played on his lips. "Those two have been dancing around each other for years. It's about time they got their happy ending. It hasn't been easy."

Kirsten nodded, though her eyes kept betraying her, drifting back to the man standing right beside her.