The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1450

Danielle sat next to him, her heart sinking lower with every passing second.

She knew him too well. This flawless display of 'normalcy' was nothing but a masterclass in repression. It was the armor he wore to survive, the deep-seated instinct to never show weakness to anyone.

When he finally handed the clipboard back, Rebecca spent the next hour walking him through an aggressive battery of clinical evaluations, cognitive stress tests, and emotional response metrics.

The office was dead quiet, save for Rebecca's steady questioning, Alex's robotic answers, and the relentless ticking of the wall clock.

When the final test concluded, Rebecca gathered the paperwork and retreated behind her desk. As she began correlating the data against his baselines, the color steadily drained from her face, her brow knotting into a deep frown.

Alex leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. He looked indifferent, but a sickening knot of anxiety was twisting in his gut.

He was terrified of the verdict. He was terrified of being clinically broken, of becoming a permanent anchor dragging Danielle down, of never feeling like a complete person again.

Danielle watched Rebecca's expression darken, and a spike of pure panic shot through her chest.

After what felt like an eternity, Rebecca slapped the file closed. She looked up at Alex, her tone stripped of its previous warmth. "Looking at the aggregate data... the current treatment plan is a catastrophic failure."

The words hit Danielle like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs.

Alex's eyes snapped open, a brief flash of devastation crossing his pupils before the emotional blast doors slammed shut again. He simply grunted an acknowledgment, as if he had known this was coming all along.

Watching him completely shut down, Rebecca let out a heavy sigh.

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