The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1451

Rebecca's voice was heavy. "You have to remember, his 'normal' is inherently abnormal."

"His condition didn't happen overnight. It's the result of long-term accumulation..."

"Years of immense pressure in the corporate world, the obsession and hatred brought on by Harold Chapman, past misunderstandings, deep-seated guilt and anxiety, plus the frustration of every failed attempt to catch him..."

"He has never truly released these emotions. He's never faced them. He buried them deep down, letting them pile up day after day until they became an unbearable weight."

Rebecca paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He's used to pretending, used to restraining himself. He hides all his vulnerability, pain, and negativity behind a calm, impenetrable shell."

"He thinks that as long as he shows no emotion, as long as he maintains his composure, he is normal. He is strong."

"But in reality, he is broken inside. His emotional balance is shattered. His so-called calmness and indifference are pathological signs—the numbness of chronic depression and anxiety."

"His body, his nerves, his emotions have been wired tight for so long that he doesn't even realize it anymore. He thinks this suffocating tension is just a normal way of living."

"He doesn't know how to relax. He won't show weakness, he won't vent, and he won't truly rest. He's constantly pushing himself, carrying the weight of the world, striving to be flawlessly strong. But if this continues, he'll only get worse. He'll drive himself over the edge."

Danielle leaned against the wall, feeling as though all the strength had been drained from her body. Tears spilled over, rolling silently down her cheeks and landing like ice on the back of her hand.

She always knew he was under immense pressure. She knew he was harboring a fierce determination, fraught with anxiety and restlessness.

But she had never imagined his condition had deteriorated to this extent.

She had always believed that as long as she stayed by his side, making sure he took his medication and rested, things would slowly get better.

"Only by letting his mind and body truly relax, giving his emotions an outlet,"

"and letting him feel pure warmth and happiness, can those years of repressed trauma slowly begin to heal. Otherwise, all the pills and treatments in the world will just be putting a band-aid on a bullet wound."

Rebecca's words carved themselves into Danielle's heart.

She leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath to force down the suffocating wave of despair.

She knew Rebecca was right.

What Alex needed most right now wasn't pressure, missions, or his relentless drive. He needed relaxation, warmth, and carefree time with his family.