The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1449

Danielle and Alex exchanged a surprised look.

They both knew the complicated history between Rebecca and Sammie, but this sounded serious.

Danielle raised her knuckles and tapped lightly on the door.

The argument instantly died.

A second later, the door swung open. Rebecca stood there, looking awful. Her eyes were flashing with leftover anger and sheer exhaustion, her hair messy from running her hands through it. She had clearly been holding her own in a vicious fight.

Standing a few feet behind her in the center of the room was Sammie. His posture was rigid, his face an unreadable mask of cold fury, the air around him practically vibrating with tension.

He locked eyes with Danielle and Alex at the door.

Without a word of greeting, and without so much as a parting glance at Rebecca, he spun on his heel and stormed past them. His long strides carried him down the hall, his back stiff and completely unapologetic.

As he brushed past, the sheer hostility radiating off him was enough to suck the oxygen out of the room.

Danielle watched him disappear around the corner before turning back to her friend. "What was that about? Are you two okay?"

Rebecca took a deep breath and rubbed her temples, desperately trying to mask her shaking hands and the raw vulnerability in her eyes. "It's nothing. Just a stupid misunderstanding. Let it go."

"Come on in, grab a seat."

She stepped aside to let them in, shutting the door firmly behind them, as if trying to physically lock out the argument they had just witnessed.

He brushed it off effortlessly, constructing the perfect illusion that he was on the mend, that he had everything under control.

Rebecca didn't validate his answer. She just stared at him, a complex, knowing look in her eyes.

Reaching into a file folder, she pulled out his previous diagnostics, a stack of baseline evaluations, and a fresh psychological assessment packet, sliding it across the coffee table. "Fill this out for me. Let's get a current read on where your baseline is at to see how the current regimen is holding up."

Alex took the clipboard and immediately started checking boxes.

The questionnaire was relentless—pages of highly specific inquiries regarding his emotional volatility, sleep disturbances, stress management, and feelings of dissociation. Every single question felt like a scalpel peeling back his defenses.

But he flew through it without missing a beat, delivering the 'correct' answers with practiced ease—emotionally stable, stress levels optimal, perfectly grounded, entirely functional.