The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1222

“Danielle…” Alexander’s voice came again, low and hoarse, as if scraped by sandpaper. His breath was so weak it was nearly swallowed by the storm. “Meeting you… I have no regrets in this life.”

Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain so intense she could barely breathe. Forcing herself to ignore the pursuers and the desperate possibilities, she gritted her teeth, her voice thick with emotion. “This isn’t the time for that. When we get out of here, you can tell me that as many times as you want, and I’ll listen to every word.” She twisted the throttle to its maximum, and the snowmobile shot forward, carving a deep track in the snow.

But the chase was relentless. The leader’s jeering voice carried clearly over the wind. “Keep running, Mr. Davidson! Let’s see how far you can get!” Danielle clenched her jaw, her palms slick with cold sweat, yet her grip on the handlebars only tightened. She knew the ice forest was just ahead. If they could just make it into that tangled maze of trees, they might have a chance.

Just then, a cold sneer echoed from behind them. The man in the lead narrowed his eyes, a grim smile twisting his lips as he looked at the two figures bound together. He slowly raised his hand, revealing a black pistol. The gunmetal glinted coldly in the stark white light of the snow.

BANG! The gunshot shattered the howl of the wind. Danielle’s body went rigid, her heart plunging into an icy abyss that chilled her to the bone. She could hear the distinct whistle of the bullet as it cut through the air, carrying the scent of death straight for them. They have guns! The realization sent a tremor of cold fear through her, making her hands and feet tremble.

The arm around her waist tightened again, and Alexander’s voice was a ragged breath against her ear. “Overseas… it’s legal to own them…” Before he could finish, another shot rang out. The bullet grazed his shoulder and slammed into the snow beside them, kicking up a white mist. Icy particles sprayed his neck, but he seemed not to feel it, using his last bit of strength to pull her deeper into his embrace.

Danielle’s pupils contracted as a wave of terror washed over her. She wrenched the handlebars, executing a sharp turn that narrowly avoided another bullet, and raced toward the ice forest. “Alexander, hold on!” she screamed. “We’re almost there!” The trees in the ice forest were sparse, their branches heavy with snow. The snowmobile jolted violently as it navigated the gaps between trunks.

The gunshots continued from behind, bullets thudding into tree bark, sending splinters and snow flying. Leaning against her back, Alexander’s breathing grew fainter, and the arm around her waist felt almost limp. Tears finally escaped her eyes, mixing with the freezing snow as they fell onto the handlebars. She bit down hard, forcing herself to push onward through her blurred vision, deeper into the forest.

She didn’t know where the path led or if they could truly escape. All she knew was that she couldn’t let Alexander die here. They had to go home. They had to watch Niki grow up. The wind still howled, and the gunshots persisted. As Danielle clung to the controls, Alexander’s faint voice returned, each word heavy with the weight of impending death. “These people… they’re probably from the Davidson family. Or maybe Harold Chapman sent them.”