The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 598

Millie looked at him, her voice trembling just a little. “All this time, you’ve been helping me—is it really just because of that one thing? Or is there something else?”

Her thoughts raced, her mind piecing together the tangled mess of her situation.

“If you want me to play the scapegoat for someone, I can keep doing it. I just need you to give me a place in this world.”

“I’m not asking for much. I used to beg for the title of Mrs. Davidson, but now, all I want is to exist, to matter. I just want power—my own.”

Alexander let out a cold, humorless laugh. “You think you’re clever.”

Millie said nothing. With a sudden thud, she dropped to her knees, her back straight as an arrow, her gaze locked fiercely on the man before her.

“Take anything from me except my life. I swear—to God, to anyone who’ll listen—if you can help me survive this, I’ll give up everything else.”

All she wanted now was her freedom, her right to live on her own terms. She’d spent half her life fighting for it; she couldn’t bear to see everything she’d worked for destroyed in a single moment, all because of one desperate choice. She could have had a bright, beautiful future, but instead, she’d thrown herself into ruin.

No matter what, he couldn’t accept it. This shouldn’t be how her story ended. Not after everything she’d been through.

Alexander looked down at her, towering above her kneeling figure.

His eyes were dark and fathomless, an icy detachment radiating from his entire being.

To Millie, every second felt like an eternity, like an insect trapped on a hot skillet, squirming in agony as she waited for his verdict. Right now, only he could save her. With his status, his resources, all it would take was a word or a gesture, and she’d be out of this mess—if only he wanted to. She was willing to trade anything for that chance.

But Alexander remained silent.

Millie, desperate, gritted her teeth and steeled herself. She slipped off her jacket, exposing her bare shoulders.

Click—

The office door swung open from the hallway.

Millie froze, her heart lurching into her throat. She yanked her jacket back over her shoulders and scrambled to her feet, spinning around.

Danielle stood in the doorway, pausing in surprise.

She’d just come back for her forgotten phone, but she hadn’t expected to walk in on this.

What was this—some kind of twisted roleplay?

The tension in the room was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken words.

Danielle arched an eyebrow, breaking the silence with a smirk. “Don’t mind me, carry on. I’m just here to grab my phone.”

With a light laugh, she strode across the office, picked up her phone from the desk, and left, closing the door behind her.

…

The moment Danielle was gone, the suffocating silence returned.

Only now did Millie realize how terrifying this man was. He could be kind, gentle even, all the while leading you straight into a trap of his own making.

“No… You’re dangerous.” Millie backed away, her voice trembling. “All those ‘right’ paths—they were just snares you set for me.”

He knew her too well. He knew exactly what she would choose.

Suddenly, Millie laughed, a bitter, hollow sound.

“I never really lost to Danielle. I only lost to you.”

And with dawning horror, she whispered, “You don’t love me. You don’t love her. So what do you want? Is this all just about cutting ties with the Fletchers? About divorcing Danielle?”

Alexander’s voice was cold, empty. “There’s no rival but oneself.”

“No one forced you down the wrong road.”

His words were like ice, devoid of warmth.

Millie let out a harsh laugh and shook her head.

“No…”

There are people in this world who can build a trap just for you—one you’ll walk into all by yourself.