The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 853

Alexander shot him a dismissive glance, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Your mother? I thought she died years ago.”

His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Did you forget the day you and Heather faked her death certificate to move the family’s assets overseas? Why didn’t you think of this day back then? You’re asking me now? How should I know?”

Nathan’s pupils constricted, his clenched fists trembling at his sides. He knew Alexander had uncovered the truth of what they’d done, but he hadn’t expected him to be so brutally direct. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the inferno of rage building inside him. “If you dare to harm her,” he threatened, his eyes glinting, “I will never forgive you.”

“You worry too much, brother,” Alexander said, his smile vanishing as his tone turned to ice. “I’m not as vicious as you are. I don’t take my anger out on old women.”

“But,” he added, his voice dropping, “she still has to pay for what she did.”

Without another word, he opened his car door, slid inside, and started the engine. The car disappeared into the night, leaving Nathan standing alone.

He watched the taillights fade into the distance, a cold dread creeping into his heart. He knew Alexander was a man of his word. With his mother in his hands, her fate was grim. But he had just taken over the company, his position was still unstable, and he had no power to challenge Alexander.

He pulled out his phone and dialed one of his subordinates. “Find my mother,” he ordered, his voice urgent. “I don’t care what it takes. Find her now!”

After hanging up, Nathan leaned against his car, staring up at the inky black sky, his mind a maelstrom of frustration. He had schemed and fought to win control of the Davidson family, only to find himself still trapped in Alexander’s web. The feeling of utter powerlessness was enough to make him break.

Meanwhile, Alexander drove through the night, the city lights blurring past his window. A strange sense of calm settled over him. Giving up his shares in the family business wasn’t a loss; it was a liberation. It was like shrugging off a heavy, suffocating coat.

From now on, he would no longer be a prisoner of his family’s ambitions.

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On his way back to the home he and Danielle had once shared, he received a call from her.

Suddenly, his phone chimed. It was an anonymous text message.

He opened it, and his pupils shrank.

The message contained only a photo and a single sentence. The woman in the picture was unmistakably Heather. She was dressed in plain clothes, standing in a shabby room with a vacant look in her eyes.

The text below it read: *[Heather is still alive. Alexander has her hidden away.]*

Jake’s hand trembled so violently that the phone nearly slipped from his grasp. He stared at Heather’s face, his heart pounding with a chaotic mix of shock, joy, and a chilling sense of dread. For years, he had believed her to be dead, and his guilt had been so profound that he’d never dared to ask too many questions about what had happened.

Now, knowing she was alive, the initial rush of excitement was quickly overshadowed by a gnawing anxiety.