The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1485

Danielle shot one last, deep look toward the second-floor guest room.

She needed a plan.

She spun on her heel and left.

Her car drove off, and the courtyard fell back into a dead silence.

-

Upstairs.

Rebecca slumped against the icy wall, her entire body freezing, her limbs numb.

She had heard every single word of the exchange below.

Danielle had come.

Danielle had tried to save her.

But even Danielle couldn't get through the door.

Sammie had crushed her absolute last shred of hope.

He wouldn't let anyone see her.

He wouldn't let her contact the outside world.

He had stripped away every possible route of escape.

Rebecca slowly slid down the wall until she hit the floor. Tears streamed down her face in silence.

Her hunger strike, her rebellion, her struggles—they were all fueled by a tiny glimmer of hope that he was just throwing a temporary fit, that he would eventually let her go.

But now, she understood with devastating clarity.

This wasn't a passing phase for Sammie.

He genuinely planned to—

Keep her locked away for the rest of her life.

Until she died, until she surrendered, until she had absolutely no fight left in her.

-

As Danielle's car sped away, she sat in the backseat, her fingertips ice-cold.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror and asked softly, "Miss Crawford, where to?"

"To the Davidson estate," Danielle said, her voice heavy. "Take me straight to Alexander Davidson."

She had never felt so utterly powerless.

Growing up, there was hardly anything she wanted to achieve that she couldn't pull off.

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