The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 979

There was no surprise on her face. She simply gestured to the sofa opposite her. “Sit. I had a feeling you’d be here tonight.”

Alexander sat down but didn’t speak, just looked at her.

Rebecca wasn’t in a hurry. She continued organizing her files.

“I’m terrible at relationships,” Alexander finally stated.

Rebecca took a deep breath. She put down her files, stood up, and poured him a glass of warm water. Handing it to him, she met his gaze calmly. “Alexander, in your current state, you’re not fit to be in a relationship.”

Alexander’s hand paused as he held the glass. He looked up at her.

“I’m a psychologist. I understand the importance of emotional stability better than anyone,” Rebecca said softly. “I would never ask someone who can’t even manage their own emotions to be in a relationship, to be responsible for another person.”

“It’s not fair to them, and it’s not responsible of you.”

As she spoke, a wave of sadness washed over her. She was the only one who knew that Alexander’s problem was never a lack of emotional stability. He was too stable—so stable it bordered on indifference, even cruelty. He approached everything with logic, letting his intellect dominate every situation.

But Rebecca could see how much internal conflict was hidden behind that veneer of rationality.

He would call her late at night and say nothing, just listening to the sound of her breathing on the other end. He would unconsciously slow down his car when passing the restaurants he and Danielle used to frequent, a flicker of longing in his eyes that he himself never noticed. He wrapped himself so tightly in logic that it had begun to backfire, leaving him to suffer alone in the quiet moments.

“You aren’t emotionally unstable,” Rebecca finally added, unable to hold back. “You’re too rational. So rational that you ignore your own feelings, and you ignore everyone else’s.”

“You think your calmness can solve every problem, but you don’t realize that sometimes, your calm is more hurtful than any argument.”

Alexander’s fingers whitened around the glass, but his expression remained impassive.

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