The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 573

“What wish?”

Just then, Nathan walked up from the other side, his gaze shifting between the two of them. “What are you talking about?”

Danielle froze for a moment. She hadn’t expected him to show up at such a crucial moment.

Alexander’s eyes turned icy as he watched Nathan approach. Without a word, he strode away.

Nathan watched Alexander’s retreating figure, then slowly turned his attention back to Danielle, a faintly amused smile on his lips. “What did you say to him to get him so riled up?”

“Riled up?” Danielle doubted anything she said would actually upset Alexander.

Nathan raised an eyebrow. “I could’ve sworn I heard the word ‘marriage’ just now. Are the two of you thinking about getting back together?”

Danielle shook her head. “No.”

“Good.” Nathan’s gaze grew serious. “Alexander may be capable and ambitious, but he’s hardly the ideal husband.”

“As your brother, I should’ve done a better job looking out for you when you first got married. That’s on me.”

“I had no idea he could be so cold to his own wife.” Nathan studied Danielle’s face, his tone measured. “Word is, he’s been linked to that Fletcher girl, and now, with everything going on with Millie, he doesn’t even seem interested in helping.”

Nathan saw it all clearly. But as for Alexander’s true intentions, Danielle couldn’t guess—she couldn’t even begin to understand.

“I’ll find some time to have a real talk with him. A man shouldn’t treat the woman he cares about like this.” Nathan glanced toward the hall. “Come on, let’s go. Grandma’s birthday dinner is about to start.”

Standing in front of Nathan, Danielle felt a strange mix of emotions—something halfway between familiarity and distance. She used to rely on him so much, but now, that familiarity belonged to a different time.

He’d changed since he came back—more composed, deeper somehow.

People grow, and as they do, their emotions become harder for others to read.

Sometimes, Danielle couldn’t figure Nathan out at all.

She believed some people change with the wind, but others remain constant through the years.

Nathan was the latter.

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Across the room.

Niki was wandering around the party by herself, a small piece of cake in her hand. Raffy watched her with a look of pure disdain.

Without warning, Raffy marched over, snatched the cake from Niki’s hand, and smashed it onto the floor.

Niki stared at the mess, shocked, then snapped her head up to glare at him.

Danielle returned just in time to see them arguing. She walked over.

“What’s going on?”

When Raffy saw Danielle, he shoved her. “None of your business! If you meddle again, I’ll have you thrown out of our house!”

Danielle’s brow furrowed. Raffy’s temper had gotten worse lately—more aggressive, more out of control.

In this world, the strong devoured the weak. If a child’s sense of right and wrong was never shaped, their worst instincts would run wild, like a bottomless pit.

Humans weren’t born good.

“Rafferty Davidson.”

A cold voice rang out from behind them.

Raffy turned and immediately ran into his father’s arms.

“Dad! They’re bullying me!” Raffy pointed at Niki. “She just smashed my cake and told me I didn’t belong here, that I was stealing her place and should get out of the house.”

His eyes brimmed with tears. “I just feel so wronged. They were the ones who left in the first place…”