The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1235

Lorie stared at Alexander’s pale but still resolute profile, a tempest of emotions churning within her. Finally, biting her lip, she laid her last card on the table. “I can get you out of here, if you’re willing,” she said. “Just nod, and you can still be the son-in-law of the Gaylord family. Your life would be a hundred times better than lying here at someone else’s mercy.” She thought it was an offer he couldn't refuse. The Gaylord family's power was still formidable. If he returned to her side, Harold’s threats would be meaningless, and he could reclaim the glory and status he once had.

Alexander slowly raised his eyes. His dark gaze held no warmth, only a glacial, mocking light. He looked at the delusional woman before him, his voice dripping with undisguised scorn. “Is your life really all about romance? Wasn’t being duped once enough for you? You want to jump back into the same trap?” Those two light sentences were like daggers of ice, plunging deep into Lorie’s heart. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, sending sharp, stinging pain through her skin.

“Alexander!” she seethed, her voice thick with suppressed fury. “Don’t blame me for not honoring our past. I gave you a chance!” Alexander let out a short, derisive laugh, the mockery in his eyes deepening. He said nothing more, simply closing his eyes, no longer willing to waste another moment on her. Seeing his dismissive attitude, Lorie felt a wave of anger and humiliation so intense it nearly drowned her. She took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing herself to calm down. Staying any longer would only be a further exercise in self-degradation.

She shot up from her chair and turned toward the door, her steps unsteady with rage. But as she pushed the door open, she froze. Harold was standing in the shadows of the hallway, his hands in his pockets, his face terrifyingly grim. He watched her emerge from the room, his eyes filled with open ridicule, his voice as cold as ice. “Foolish,” he sneered. “Even at this point, you still think there’s a chance for the two of you?” Lorie’s body trembled. “I don’t believe he never liked me,” she retorted weakly. How could an obsession that had lasted so long be for nothing? She refused to believe that the heart she had given so freely had been met with nothing but cold calculation.

Harold chuckled, a sound full of derision. “This is why women can never achieve anything great. You’re all far too sentimental.” He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. “The truth is staring you in the face, yet you refuse to see it. What more can anyone say? The Alexander in your heart was never real.” His gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight through to her soul. “You only believe in the perfect image you’ve constructed in your own mind, but you refuse to face reality.” Lorie’s lips parted, but no words came out.

“There has only ever been one woman in his heart,” Harold said, pausing for effect before delivering the final blow, each word clear and precise. “And her name is Danielle.” It was as if a bomb had gone off in Lorie’s mind, leaving nothing but a ringing emptiness. Something inside her shattered completely. Of course. Danielle. From the very beginning, it had always been Danielle. Even when Alexander was engaged to her, he had always inadvertently shown his concern for Danielle. And she, Lorie, had been nothing more than a stepping stone on his path, an insignificant passerby.