The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 781

“We’ll go our separate ways. There’s no need for us to be tangled up in one another’s lives anymore.”

Rebecca hesitated, then let out a bitter laugh. “I used to think Alexander was the coldest person I’d ever met.”

“Ruthless in business, always keeping people at arm’s length—even when his own family tried to persuade him, he’d refuse without a second thought.”

“But now, looking at you, I realize you’re even colder.”

Danielle didn’t argue. She just pulled the corner of her mouth into a faint, humorless smile.

She knew exactly how cold she must seem. But this chilliness was a shield, forged from too many sleepless nights.

Rebecca watched as Danielle turned to leave. With a sigh, she added softly, “But the truth is, it’s often the coldest people who feel the most deeply.”

Her words, quiet but clear, drifted to Danielle. “It’s because you’re so afraid of getting hurt that you’ve wrapped your heart up so tightly, never letting anyone see even a hint of softness.”

“It’s not that you don’t care about him. It’s that you’re too scared to care anymore, isn’t it?”

Danielle froze mid-step, her back stiffening for a moment.

The night wind swept up fallen leaves, one landing gently on her shoulder before sliding away.

She didn’t look back or say a word. She just drew a slow, steady breath and hurried inside her building.

As her footsteps echoed in the hallway, the motion-activated lights flickered on, casting a warm yellow glow that gradually lit her way.

At the third-floor landing, Danielle fumbled for her keys, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.

Rebecca’s words had pierced right through the calm façade Danielle had fought so hard to maintain.

Not all lovers are destined for a happy ending.

The tinted windows made it impossible to see inside, but somehow, she knew Alexander was looking up at her, too.

Inside the car, the silence was heavy.

Rebecca had just fastened her seatbelt when she turned to Alexander. He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable, as if the night itself had seeped into them. Even the lines of his profile seemed tense, carved in shadow.

“You saw her for yourself,” Rebecca broke the silence, her voice carrying a note of weary resignation. “She wants nothing to do with you. She’s determined to keep her distance.”

“And wasn’t that what you wanted, too? You were cold to her on purpose, hoping she’d finally let you go and make a peaceful life with Niki.”

Alexander said nothing. He slipped the cigarette back into the pack, his fingers tracing the edge, slow and tired.

“No matter what you do, there’s no going back,” Rebecca went on, urgency creeping into her tone. “You’ve kept her in the dark about everything that happened back then. What stands between you now isn’t just time—it’s a knot that can’t be untangled.”

“If you keep dragging this out, you’ll end up nothing but bitter ex-lovers, locked in a cycle of hurting each other, and that’s all you’ll ever get.”