The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1125

Rebecca slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt on the side of the road, the sound of tires against pavement piercing the night. She was stunned, her fingers tightening around her phone. "Sammie's getting engaged?" The news was so sudden it was hard to process. Sammie had been by her side for years, a constant, silent guardian. How could he suddenly be getting engaged?

"Yes. It's a suitable match," her father said, his tone casual, as if discussing the most ordinary of matters. "It's not something I needed to inform you about, really. It has nothing to do with you. After all, Sammie is just a bodyguard I assigned to you. I can transfer him whenever I please." A wave of irritation washed over Rebecca. She took a deep breath, suppressed the feeling, and then let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

He was right. In Sammie's eyes, there had always been a clear line between them, a boundary of status and duty. "You're right," she said, her voice icy. "It has nothing to do with me. Do as you see fit." Her father was clearly displeased with her attitude, and his voice turned cold. "Becca, when are you going to stop being so willful? You're not a child anymore. You should be thinking about your own future, finding a dependable man to marry and settle down with. Stop making me worry."

The same old lecture. Rebecca's brow tightened. Her father had always been this way, arranging her life according to his wishes, never once asking what she wanted. From her career in medicine to the bodyguard at her side, and now even her marriage, he wanted to control everything. "I can manage my own affairs. I don't need you to control them," Rebecca said, her voice laced with suppressed anger. "If you only called to say this, then I'm hanging up."

Before her father could say another word, she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Silence returned to the car, broken only by the howling wind outside. Rebecca rested her forehead against the steering wheel and closed her eyes. Involuntarily, Sammie's image filled her mind—the man who was always silent, yet always the first to appear when she needed him.

He would quietly hand her a glass of warm milk when she was writing late into the night. He would shield her without a second thought when she was in danger. He would wait patiently by her side when she threw a tantrum, never talking back. And now, this person was suddenly getting engaged, about to disappear from her life.

She didn't know how long she sat there on the side of the road. It wasn't until her phone vibrated again, Alexander's name flashing on the screen, that she snapped back to reality. Rebecca took a deep breath, composed herself, and started the car again. Whether Sammie was getting engaged or not, whether her father was replacing him or not, Alexander was waiting for her help. That was the most important thing right now.

The car pulled back onto the highway, heading toward the Davidson villa. But this time, Rebecca's heart was a turmoil of complex emotions. She didn't know what the future held or how Sammie's departure would change her life. She only knew that she didn't want to be controlled by her father anymore, didn't want to live a life that wasn't her own. Rebecca glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing Sammie's car following at a steady distance. In that moment, she found it laughable that her own bodyguard was getting engaged, and she had to hear it from her father.

Arriving at Bayview, Rebecca got out of the car with her medical kit. As she walked into the living room, she saw Alexander curled up on the sofa. His face was as pale as a sheet, his forehead dotted with cold sweat, and his fingertips were still trembling slightly.