The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1469

After leaving the room, Sammie drove straight to his office.

He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a half-lit cigarette pinched between his fingers.

The white smoke curled upward, only to be shredded by the freezing wind pouring through the open glass.

He kept his gaze lowered, his long lashes casting dark shadows that masked whatever emotion was swirling in his eyes.

It was a potent brand of tobacco, the kind that scorched the throat, but he smoked it mindlessly, dragging on it hit after hit.

The ash tumbled onto his bespoke trousers, searing a tiny black hole into the fabric, but he couldn't have cared less.

He was waiting.

Waiting for someone who would never come to him willingly.

His phone lay dark and silent on the massive desk—no messages, no missed calls.

It had been this way for years.

He wanted her. He wanted her attention, wanted her to belong to him entirely. Yet he ruthlessly suppressed the raging ocean of love in his chest, refusing to let even a single drop show.

Love was a weakness. It made a man easy to manipulate.

Sammie was never the type to expose his vulnerabilities.

Especially not to Rebecca.

The harder he loved her, the more he masked it with coldness, dominance, and an obsessive need for control.

It was as if that was the only way he could lock down the girl who so desperately wanted to flee, trapping her in a cage of his own design.

When the cigarette burned down to the filter, scorching his fingertips, he finally snapped back to reality.

He raised his hand, his long fingers rubbing his temples.

He shouldn't be smoking.

Especially knowing how much Rebecca hated the smell.

But he couldn't stop.

The second he pictured the disgust in her eyes, the way she secretly poured over her medical textbooks, the naked hunger for freedom and her medical calling shining in her gaze... his body went rigid. It felt as if his chest was going to tear open.

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