The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1088

He had always believed she never loved him.

That was why he had done what he did with Millie.

All his reckless actions were based on the assumption that she didn't love him.

A heavy weight settled in Alexander's chest.

He lowered his gaze, a storm of emotions—pain, regret, and unwillingness—swirling in his eyes, threatening to drown him. He clutched his chest, feeling an invisible hand squeeze his heart so tightly that his vision began to blacken. He slowly sank to a crouch, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a violent cough surged up his throat. He instinctively covered his mouth, hacking intensely.

"Mr. Davidson!" Nash, who had been following at a distance, saw him and rushed over, his face etched with worry. "Are you alright?"

Alexander waved him off, signaling that he didn't need help. When the coughing finally subsided, he slowly opened his hand. A shocking stain of red bloomed on his palm—blood.

Nash's face paled, his voice trembling. "Mr. Davidson, you're coughing up blood! We have to get you to a hospital!"

Alexander looked at the blood on his hand with a terrifying calmness, as if it were a common occurrence. He wiped his palm with a tissue, slowly stood up, and shook his head. "It's an old problem. It's nothing."

"Let's go home."

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