The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 719

Alexander turned slowly, his eyes as dark and fathomless as a midnight sky. “After Grandmother’s funeral, I’m moving out.”

“You—” Jake was left speechless, rage choking his words. He grabbed the heavy paperweight on the desk and hurled it to the floor. “Get out! Get out of my house, right now!”

Alexander didn’t bother to argue. He turned on his heel, left the study, and closed the door behind him, shutting out the furious shouts that echoed inside.

He stepped into the hallway—just in time to see Bianca, pale as a ghost, clinging to the wall for support. She was trembling from head to toe, and when she saw Alexander, it was as if she’d spotted a lifeline. Her voice shook so violently it was barely recognizable. “I just saw her…”

“Who did you see?” Alexander’s brow furrowed.

“Nathan’s mother!” Bianca’s voice rose in panic and dread. “I saw her—right at the entrance to the chapel! She was wearing white, just standing there, staring straight at me…”

Alexander’s gaze flickered toward the front doors. His eyes narrowed, then he looked back at Bianca. “Mom, you’re mistaken. She’s dead.”

Three years ago, she’d died in a car accident so violent there was nothing left to bury. Everyone knew that.

“No, I know what I saw!” Bianca clutched his arm so hard her nails dug into his skin. “Her face, her eyes—it was her! Alex, she’s not dead, is she? She’s come back for revenge, hasn’t she?”

“Mom, the dead stay dead,” Alexander said quietly, his voice as steady as stone. “Don’t let your imagination get the best of you.”

Bianca hesitated, catching something in his tone.

Alexander didn’t wait for her to reply. “I’ll go check out front. You need to rest—don’t let yourself get carried away by hallucinations.”

With that, he walked quickly toward the chapel entrance. His eyes swept over the arriving guests, but he saw no one familiar, no one who didn’t belong.

Nathan was bold, brazen enough to let his mother show her face at the Davidson estate.

If that was true, it meant someone had finally made their move. Those strange ‘accidents’ that kept happening to Rebecca…

A web of clues spun through Alexander’s mind, each thread tightening into a net that seemed to stretch over the entire manor.

She didn’t know what Alexander wanted to say, but something told her it would be the key to everything—the answers she’d waited for so long to hear.

Maybe, finally, it wouldn’t be another evasive excuse. Maybe this time, she’d get the truth.

A heavy sense of foreboding pressed on her chest.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that something enormous was about to happen.

Something Alexander had planned for—or maybe something no one could have foreseen.

If that was true, then maybe, just maybe, things would end the way they had last time.

And last time, she and her daughter hadn’t survived.