The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 597

Millie stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, unable to move.

Leanne had never mentioned any of this to her—not once during the whole investigation. Everything that happened outside those walls was a mystery; Millie knew nothing, understood less.

“It’s not true… it can’t be,” she stammered, staring at Alexander. “Alex, there must be some misunderstanding between us. Don’t listen to my mother—she’s just upset. Raffy’s your son too, you’ve raised him all these years. Why would you throw him out?”

“He hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just a kid.”

Her eyes brimmed with panic; she felt ice cold, inside and out. She couldn’t accept it—Raffy had been her last hope, her last lifeline. Now even he had been cast out of the Davidson family.

“He’s Alistair’s child. Even if you hate me now—hate me for whatever I did—you shouldn’t take it out on him. He’s innocent.”

Alexander’s gaze was icy and calm. “The child isn’t at fault.”

“Then why…” Millie’s lips trembled as she whispered, barely audible.

Without another word, Alexander opened a drawer, pulled out a thick stack of documents, and tossed them in her direction. Papers fluttered everywhere, scattering across the room.

“Why don’t you take a good look at what you’ve done?”

Millie froze for a moment, then bit her lip hard and, shaking, crouched down to gather the papers from the floor.

The evidence was all there—proof that she had orchestrated the kidnapping, every detail laid out in black and white.

Her face went from pale to ashen, her body nearly collapsing with the shock.

“Alex…” she murmured, desperate to say something, but in this moment, nothing she could say would matter; her words sounded empty even to herself.

His eyes were stone cold, his gaze unreadable as it drifted over her.

“I was desperate,” she said in a trembling voice. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I never meant for anyone to get hurt, I swear… I’m not like Danielle, talented and surrounded by powerful friends. I was only trying to survive.”

She looked at Alexander, pleading, “I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I promise—there won’t be a next time.”

“And besides, whatever I did, it has nothing to do with Raffy.” Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks, each word dripping with misery. “He’s been with you all these years. Can you really just let him go? If Alistair could see this from beyond…”

Each word made her feel colder, as if she’d been plunged into a snowstorm and left there to freeze.

“I don’t believe it,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

“Alex, I can’t believe you don’t care about me at all. After everything we’ve been through—growing up together, all these years—you know what kind of person I am. I just made a mistake. I only ever acted for myself…”

Alexander looked at her, eyes sharp and emotionless. “And for your own sake, you’d hurt anyone who got in your way. Who taught you that?”

Millie knew she was out of options—he was the only one she could turn to. Their connection was the deepest she had.

“You know everything now. All my secrets are out. There’s nothing left between us but the truth. Please… help me. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.”

He looked at her with the same calm detachment. “You mean nothing to me now.”

“No…” Millie shook her head, frantic, as if some desperate idea had just occurred to her.

“You treated me so well, didn’t you? You just wanted to sever things with the Fletchers, cut off every old tie, so nothing from the past could hold you back. Now you’ve finally got what you wanted.”