The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 565

In that instant, it felt as if an invisible hand had wrapped itself around Millie’s throat, squeezing the air from her lungs. She opened her mouth, searching for words, but all that came was a tightness that refused to let anything out.

She didn’t know what to say anymore—didn’t even know what to ask.

Her fingers tightened, almost imperceptibly, around the mug she held, her eyes fixed in disbelief on the man beside her.

It took what felt like an eternity before she finally managed to speak.

“Alex… what did you just say?”

Alexander’s gaze was empty, stripped of all feeling.

“Was I not clear enough?”

And in that moment, Millie finally understood—completely, irrevocably.

Coldness, indifference, that was the truth at Alexander’s core.

Neither Danielle nor herself had ever received a shred of compassion from him, not the smallest benefit.

She had fallen so far, lost so much, and yet…

But the opportunity was right there in front of her. Like it or not, she had no choice.

The three of them stood locked in a tense, uneasy standoff.

Danielle glanced at her watch as if she had somewhere more important to be, the casual movement making Millie’s anxiety spike.

Her pride was a hurdle she could scarcely bear to cross, but compared to the prospect of prison, a little humiliation seemed like a bargain.

Jaw clenched, face drawn and stiff, Millie forced out the words, every syllable scraping her pride raw.

“I sincerely apologize for everything I’ve done. I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.”

Danielle’s eyes lingered on her for a moment, cool and steady.

Millie had always been proud—unbending, no matter the occasion or the audience. She’d always found a way to steady herself, to maintain control.

But now she was truly at the end of her rope. And so, she bowed her head.

Danielle’s gaze was calm, almost expectant, as if to say: Is that all?

Millie grit her teeth so hard her jaw ached, hands balled into fists.

The woman who had never bowed to anyone in her life finally bowed her head and bent her knees.

Danielle stared down at Millie, now kneeling at her feet.

Millie’s eyes dropped, burning with humiliation and resentment.

“Is this enough?” she managed, each word forced through clenched teeth, her pride in tatters.

But sometimes, when you’re desperate, you have to swallow your pride.

There are always moments when you need something from someone else.

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