The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 751

He turned to look at her, a question flickering in his eyes.

“If…” Danielle hesitated, biting her lip. “If we make it out of here safely this time, will you promise not to interfere in my life anymore?”

Something in Alexander’s gaze seemed to shatter. He was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. “Alright.”

A sharp pang shot through Danielle’s chest, but she couldn’t tell if it was relief or something else entirely.

Without another word, she ducked into the narrow passageway.

The darkness swallowed her whole, with only the trembling beam of her flashlight guiding the way.

The tunnel was cramped, barely wide enough for one person. Dust and damp hung thick in the air. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding, and behind her, the muffled sounds of Alexander carrying Niki.

Halfway through the tunnel, a sudden crash echoed from behind—a door being rammed open.

Shouts and hurried footsteps followed, men barking orders.

Danielle’s heart leapt into her throat. She moved faster, feet scuffing against the uneven ground.

In the next instant, Alexander caught up and thrust Niki into her arms, urgency sharpening his voice. “Go! Don’t look back!”

She didn’t dare hesitate. Clutching Niki tight, she sprinted forward with every ounce of strength she had left.

The flashlight’s beam jerked wildly, casting frantic shadows.

Behind her, the tunnel shook—someone was chasing them.

She had no idea how long she ran before a faint light appeared ahead.

It was the emergency lamp in the garage.

She burst from the tunnel, spotting Alexander’s car parked a short distance away, its door flung open.

As she started toward it, frantic footsteps pounded behind her.

She glanced back and saw a man in a black trench coat, gun drawn, closing in.

“Get her!” he snarled.

Danielle’s mind went blank, but her body didn’t need orders. She turned and lunged for the car.

Alexander wrenched free from his attacker and sprinted to her side, all but shoving her into the car before leaping behind the wheel and slamming his foot on the gas.

The tires screeched, rubber burning against concrete. The car shot forward, crashing through the garage barrier and tearing into the night.

Danielle looked back to see the pursuers standing at the garage entrance, growing smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

Turning to the driver’s seat, she saw Alexander’s jaw clenched, a smear of blood bright against his mouth.

His hands trembled on the steering wheel, yet his grip was iron-steady.

Silence filled the car, broken only by the roar of the engine and the ragged sound of their breathing.

It was a long time before Danielle found her voice, thick with tears. “You’re hurt.”

Alexander didn’t look at her. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his voice rough. “I’m fine.”

She stared at his tightly pressed lips and the sweat beading at his temple, her throat suddenly tight.

She knew—if he hadn’t shoved her out of the way, she might have been the one to take that bullet.