The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1490

Yet the physical agony paled in comparison to the dead, suffocating despair in her chest.

Sammie wouldn't let her leave.

He wouldn't let her see anyone.

He wouldn't let her make contact with the outside world.

He even blocked Danielle, her best friend, right at the front door.

He was genuinely prepared to keep her locked up forever.

Rebecca kept her eyes shut, drifting in and out of consciousness.

She had thought about dragging this out until the very end—until she died, or until he caved, or until the pain finally stopped.

Her relentless pride forbade her from backing down. She refused to beg, and she absolutely refused to let Sammie or Chloe see her break.

But her body was failing much faster than her willpower.

She spent most of her time passed out, her dreams flooded with memories of the past.

A teenage Sammie trailing behind her—silent, reliable, and entirely devoted to her every command.

The second she mentioned being cold, he'd strip off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders.

When she craved dessert in the middle of the night, he'd drive halfway across the city just to bring her a hot bowl of soup.

If anyone ever crossed her, he wouldn't hesitate to step between them and say, "I'm right here."

Back then, he was her guardian angel.

Now, he was her warden.

Tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, soaking into her pillow, chilling her to the bone.

Rebecca twitched her fingers, lacking the strength to even wipe her own tears away.

She knew she was running out of time.

If this went on, Chloe wouldn't even need to lift a finger, and Sammie wouldn't need to force her hand. She would starve herself to death.

But she couldn't accept it.

She hadn't made it abroad. She hadn't achieved her dream of joining Doctors Without Borders. She hadn't broken free from this prison, and she hadn't truly lived her life...

She couldn't just die like this.

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