The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1475

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" she exploded. Twelve years of pent-up resentment, heartache, and sheer devastation finally detonated.

She stared at the man whose name was carved into her very soul—the man who had ruthlessly pushed her away time and time again, only to now use brute force to clip her wings.

The lethal mix of fury and agony completely short-circuited her self-control.

Without a second of hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face with every ounce of strength in her body.

The sharp crack echoed through the bustling terminal, instantly plunging the entire area into a deafening silence.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every single enforcer under his command immediately dropped their heads, too terrified to even breathe. Not a single one dared to look up.

They had worked for him long enough to know his volatile temper and ruthless methods.

He usually kept to himself, but he was a brutal, decisive operator who struck fear into anyone who dared cross him.

Just disrespecting him was practically a death wish, let alone physically assaulting him.

Yet here they were, watching her slap him in public.

He simply stood there and took the hit. He didn't dodge, didn't lash out, didn't even flinch.

A bright red handprint blossomed across his cheek, yet his gaze remained glued to her face. There wasn't a trace of anger in his eyes—only an overwhelming, suppressed heartache.

Her hand shook violently in the aftermath, but the strike brought her zero satisfaction. It only caused a suffocating ache in her chest.

Staring at the welt on his skin, she sneered, "You've grown quite bold."

"You used to hang on my every word and never dared to step out of line. If I told you to go left, you wouldn't dare look right. If I told you to stand, you wouldn't dare sit."

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