The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1473

His name.

The syllables ground against her very soul.

Rebecca took a shaky breath.

She lowered her gaze, hiding the chaotic storm of emotions swirling in her eyes.

He had been her bodyguard, standing relentlessly by her side since she was fifteen. Just like that, twelve years had passed.

Twelve years was long enough for a sapling to grow into a towering oak.

And long enough for a childhood bond to take root and sprout into thorny vines, wrapping tight around her heart—impossible to rip out, impossible to cut down, bleeding every time they were touched.

He was three years older than her. When he had first joined the household at eighteen, fresh out of the special forces, he stood as rigid as a pine tree, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He was a man of few words, but he was always there the absolute second she needed him.

When she had been cornered by bullies after school, he had stepped in front of her without a word, shielding her from all the malice in the world.

When she spiked a fever in the middle of the night, he was the one who carried her into the emergency room and stayed awake beside her bed until dawn.

When creeps tried to harass her at high-society galas, he only had to step forward and shoot them a warning look to send them scrambling.

When she threw a tantrum and demanded to see the ocean at two in the morning, he quietly drove her to the beach, listening to her pour her heart out for hours.

He never spoke much, but he handled everything flawlessly. He followed her orders without question. To him, her word was absolute law.

She used to tease him, saying, "If you keep following me around like a shadow, you'll never have a life of your own."

He would only lower his eyes and reply in that deep, steady tone, "Protecting you is my only duty."

Miss.

That single word acted like an invisible steel cage keeping them apart, remaining unbroken for twelve long years.

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