The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 564

“Alexander can help you, but only to reduce your sentence.”

All the color drained from Millie’s lips. She stood frozen, her whole body rigid, as if something had sealed her mouth shut. She wanted to speak, but her throat felt too tight, the words stuck.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

“Fine.”

That single word, barely more than a breath, was her reluctant admission.

“I only wanted to win that competition. You know how much it meant to me.”

By now, it was painfully clear—Millie was at a disadvantage with Danielle. The power imbalance pressed down on her like a weight, leaving a bitter discomfort deep in her chest.

Instinctively, Millie glanced at the man beside her. Wasn’t this the moment he was supposed to step in and help her?

But he just sat there, unmoving, making no effort to intervene. Panic crept up on her, a cold sweat breaking out along her spine.

Grinding her teeth, Millie looked at Danielle and tried again. “Things have gotten this far. What do you want for us to settle this quietly? We can work something out between us.”

Surely, at this point, Danielle would back down. Wasn’t this exactly what she wanted—to see Millie lower her head and apologize? Millie had done it.

But fortunes always change. No one stays at the bottom forever.

Once she survived this, she’d rise again, stronger than before.

The path to greatness meant swallowing a few indignities now and then. Whatever humiliation she endured today, she’d reclaim with interest.

What didn’t kill her would only make her stronger.

And once she got through this, she would become Mrs. Davidson—respected, untouchable.

Her future would open up, with every project and opportunity within reach.

“I’d advise you not to push it,” she said, her eyes flashing. “I’ve given you an apology. Don’t try to take advantage of the situation. You want me to kneel? Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

She turned to Alexander. “I can beg if I have to, but I will never do that. My knees are for God and for my parents—not for anyone else.”

Her pride was written all over her face. She would never kneel to Danielle.

She waited, certain Alexander would speak up for her. She was going to be Mrs. Davidson, after all—there was no way he’d let her be humiliated like this.

But the man stayed silent.

Finally, Millie said, “Alex—aren’t you going to say something?”

Alexander looked at her, his gaze slow and steady.

“So what you’re saying is—you’d rather serve your sentence?”