The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 599

It was only now that Millie truly understood.

All this time, she’d believed someone was standing behind her—she thought Alexander had always been there, right by her side. But now she saw it had all been an illusion. He had never really stood with her, never truly been there for her.

No wonder, she thought bitterly, that whenever she’d asked him for help in the past, his answers had always been vague and evasive, full of words she couldn’t make sense of. In the end, the person she’d trusted most had hurt her the deepest. He’d been digging the pit she was now falling into.

She couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t understand why he had done any of this.

From beginning to end, she realized with a painful clarity, she had been the biggest joke of all.

She’d laughed at Danielle for failing to win Alexander’s love. She’d boasted that she was the future Mrs. Davidson, that Alexander loved her. Now she saw it for what it was—she had been the clown, the fool on display.

Danielle had always been watching her, quietly amused by her delusions. Millie had thought she’d planned everything perfectly, orchestrated every move. But it had all been a lie, everything nothing more than a shimmering mirage.

Danielle had seen through Alexander’s cold indifference long ago. She hadn’t held out any hope for him—she’d never even bothered to compete with Millie for his affection.

It was Millie who had convinced herself she’d climbed high, that this man loved her.

Millie’s lips trembled as she looked at the man before her, struggling to accept the truth. “All of this… it was your game, your trap. Did you hate me that much? What did I ever do to deserve this?”

Alexander looked at her, his smile cold and razor-sharp. “Do you really need me to spell it out? Who forced you to orchestrate Niki Raffy’s kidnapping? Did I teach you to plagiarize, to steal? Did I make you sell out your own country, leak secrets overseas?”

Each word hit Millie like a slap. Her face turned deathly pale.

She saw herself now for what she was—a pitiful fool, laughable to the core. In his eyes, she was nothing but a stain, someone he’d never trusted. Nothing she did was ever worth believing in, and he’d never respected her, not for a single moment.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She tried one last time, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just tell me this—did you ever love me? Was there any feeling at all, even the tiniest bit?”

Even now, some small hope clung to her heart. She refused to believe that everything between them had been a lie. They’d been so close, so in sync—at least in those moments of working together, she’d felt a real connection. Alexander’s kindness had felt so genuine; she simply couldn’t believe none of it was real.

His words drove her even deeper into despair. Every path to some proof of feeling between them was blocked by his indifference. The only reason they’d had any connection at all was because Alistair liked her and Alexander, being close to Alistair, occasionally included her out of obligation. Or because Jake Davidson had instructed him to look after her for the Fletcher family’s sake.

Millie shook her head, biting her lip so hard it nearly bled. “Even now, when I’m about to go to prison, you can’t lie to me? Just say something to comfort me. After all we’ve been through, don’t I deserve at least that much dignity?”

She couldn’t believe Alexander could be so cold, so utterly heartless. He seemed more like a machine—or a monster—than a man.

“Can’t you at least consider my feelings? Even if it’s a lie, can’t you just say something for my sake?”

Alexander looked at her, his lips barely moving. “Your feelings have nothing to do with me.”

Millie’s eyes were wild, her voice trembling on the edge of madness. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe it! Everything that’s happened lately—it was all real, it happened to me, right here. I can’t believe it was all fake!”

“You do care about me. You just regret divorcing Danielle, and that’s why you’re acting like this!”