The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 780

A few brittle leaves drifted down from the tall trees as the night breeze swept through the neighborhood, landing softly on Danielle’s shoulder.

She stood beneath the streetlamp at the entrance to her apartment building, listening quietly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her coat.

Danielle had expected Rebecca to plead on Alexander’s behalf—maybe even invoke their shared history, urging her to give him another chance. But the words that came from Rebecca’s mouth caught her completely off guard.

“If you truly can,” Danielle said quietly, “then I’m willing. I only hope he can go back to being himself. Give him back the Alexander he used to be.”

“We don’t owe each other anything anymore, and he shouldn’t have to worry about me or about Niki.”

Rebecca looked at Danielle’s calm profile and, for a moment, felt this woman was colder than anyone she’d ever known.

“Do you even know why—” Danielle started, but Rebecca cut her off with a dry laugh.

Leaning against the railing, Rebecca idly traced circles with her fingers, a weary resignation in her eyes. “I know.”

“All those things he keeps bottled up? He won’t tell you, and I’m not about to betray his trust.”

She hesitated, her tone softening with the earnestness of a doctor. “I’ve been his closest friend for years—and his therapist.”

“You haven’t seen him these last two years. He can’t sleep until dawn. When he gets emotional, his hands shake so badly he has to take deep breaths just to sign a contract.”

“I hate seeing him waste away like this. So please, don’t string him along. Giving him hope and then crushing it is crueler than just saying no.”

“String him along?” Danielle let out a short, bitter laugh.

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