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The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 732

When Danielle heard Rebecca’s words, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her—every drop of blood in her body froze in an instant.

She stood rooted to the spot, her pupils narrowing sharply as she stared at Rebecca. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

A moment ago, her eyes had been full of skepticism and questions. Now, there was nothing left but a stunned, helpless terror, as if an invisible hand had clenched around her heart, making every breath sharp and painful.

All those little things she’d overlooked—

His quiet, withdrawn moments when he was alone. The muffled sighs late at night. The way he was always numb and distant, never showing a hint of emotion. She had dismissed them all.

Now, each memory drove into her mind like an icy spike.

He wasn’t some emotionless machine.

“No… No, that’s impossible…” The words finally squeezed out, trembling so hard her fingertips felt frozen, her voice thin and unsteady. “He… he always seemed so…”

She couldn’t finish. The rest stuck in her throat, blocking any sound.

So that reckless defiance, that desperate struggle to survive—it was never just chance.

He wasn’t carelessly risking his life. He was fighting a battle inside himself, tangled up in his own emotions.

Rebecca’s mouth twisted into a faint, bitter smile. “He refuses his medication, and his condition keeps getting worse. You have no idea what he’s up against.”

“Meds for this kind of illness always affect your mind, even a little. The worse it gets, the more it dulls you. He needs to stay sharp—his entire world is built on that. For him, anything can come before his own wellbeing.”

A crushing weight settled on Danielle’s heart, making it hard to breathe.

In that moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Her thoughts were a complete mess.

Rebecca looked at her and continued, “Everyone says you love him so much, but honestly, I don’t think you truly know him at all. You fell for his looks, his talent, his mind—the polished, brilliant version of him everyone sees.”

“But you never tried to understand what’s really going on inside. And with that, do you really think you two could ever love each other?”

Rebecca took a deep breath. “Maybe I shouldn’t say so much, but you deserve to know what he’s given up—not just what you feel he’s taken from you.”

Danielle felt as if a thorn had lodged in her heart.

Everything was out in the open now.

They really were a pair of star-crossed lovers.

His illness wasn’t an excuse for the things he’d done, but there was always a reason behind everything.

Danielle closed her eyes. “I understand. I’ll think about everything you’ve said.”

Rebecca nodded and turned to go.

Nash hesitated, then followed her out.

Danielle was left alone.

It was evening by the time the sky turned gold.

In his room, Alexander’s eyes flickered open. At first, all he saw was a blur of white; after a few seconds, his vision cleared—and the first thing he saw was Danielle’s gaze fixed on him.

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