The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 277

Alexander didn’t give Danielle the slightest chance to choose.

He’d already floored the gas, surging up beside her. If she didn’t yield, both cars would be smashed to pieces—there was no question someone would die.

Danielle’s brows drew tight. She swerved toward the mountainside, her car shuddering violently as she made room.

The steering wheel bucked in her grip, but she held on with white-knuckled determination.

Millie sat in the passenger seat, barely daring to breathe.

The car behind them pulled up to run parallel, pinning Danielle’s vehicle between the sleek Maybach and the rocky wall.

Metal screeched and groaned as the two cars jostled for space, their front ends swerving and scraping against each other.

The Maybach was forced so close to the guardrail above the cliff’s edge that a single miscalculation would send it over. It took nerves of steel—and unparalleled control—to keep things from spiraling into disaster.

The grating screech of metal against metal was relentless. Millie squeezed her eyes shut.

Liam, catching up in his own car, saw the scene unfold in front of him—his heart leapt into his throat.

The Maybach, built for power and stability, held steady under expert hands. Slowly, it forced Danielle’s car to a halt.

The instant the brakes slammed on, momentum threw everyone forward.

The Maybach crashed through the guardrail, teetered for a split second—then plunged toward the ravine.

Danielle’s eyes flew wide, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest.

In the final second, Alexander sprang from the car—

An instant later, the Maybach tumbled down into the darkness below with a series of bone-chilling crashes.

Each impact echoed up, as if pounding right into their chests.

“Alex!” Liam screeched to a halt, bolting from his car.

Danielle, still shaking, felt cold sweat beading across her forehead and palms. She drew in deep, ragged breaths, staring out the window at Alexander.

Gian arrived moments later.

As soon as Millie saw the cars had stopped, she scrambled out, nearly tripping in her rush to reach Alexander.

“Alex, are you okay?” she asked, dropping to her knees beside him, voice trembling with fear.

That had taken an almost supernatural sense for speed and distance. Alexander had once been a lead engineer for the national airline—no wonder his judgment was impeccable.

If it had been anyone else at the wheel, the whole maneuver would have been sheer madness—a death wish.

Yet, even with all their skill and luck, what they’d just done was reckless beyond belief.

She covered her face with both hands and took a long, shaky breath.

So close. Just a hair’s breadth from death.

The evening breeze swept past, carrying with it the acrid scent of burnt oil and the metallic tang of scraped paint.

In her mind, Alexander’s voice still echoed—calm, collected, unyielding.

He was willing to risk everything for Millie—

To trade his own life for hers.

If Millie hadn’t been in her car tonight, Danielle doubted her luck would have held.

Gradually, her thoughts cleared. “Gian, get someone to tow the car and check it over.”