The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 925

Alexander's gentle tone, Lorie's soft smile, the obstetrics and gynecology clinic…

She remembered Alexander telling her that taking care of herself and her daughter was the biggest help she could give him. She remembered him refusing her company at his follow-up appointments, all of his efforts to push her away.

It wasn't about protecting her from his troubles. It was because he already had someone else.

Her eyes began to burn, but she blinked hard, forcing the tears back.

She told herself not to cry. The most important thing now was to get well and handle Millie's case.

As for Alexander… perhaps, from the very beginning, they were simply never meant to be.

The IV bag slowly emptied as daylight broke.

Danielle had the needle removed and walked out of the infusion room. Standing at the hospital entrance, watching the people come and go, she felt completely lost.

She pulled out her phone and found Alexander's number.

No matter what, she had to understand. She needed to hear the truth from him.

She dialed, but the only sound was the monotonous ring, again and again, until the call automatically disconnected.

Staring at the dark screen, a hollow feeling spread through her chest.

He wasn't even willing to take her call.

Tomorrow, she was scheduled to leave Northridge City.

When Danielle returned to the hotel, Niki was still asleep, her little brow furrowed as if in a troubled dream.

Danielle gently smoothed her daughter's forehead, a wave of sadness washing over her.

That afternoon, she went to the Aerospace Institute to hand off her work. In the office, her colleagues were gathered, chatting quietly, but their words carried clearly to her ears.

"Did you hear? Big news from the Davidson family. Alexander is getting engaged to a daughter of the Gaylords!"

Her phone screen suddenly lit up. Alexander.

Her heart gave a violent lurch, then sank.

She stared at it for a long moment before finally answering.

"What is it?"

Alexander's voice came through the line, low and tired, but still devoid of warmth.

Danielle clutched the phone, her fingertips cold. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn't speak.

The office gossip, the scene in the hospital hallway, his coldness when he pushed her away… it all swirled in her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she finally asked, "You and Lorie… are you really getting engaged?"