The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1126

“Take your medicine first.”

Rebecca walked over quickly, retrieving the prepared pills and a glass of warm water from the first-aid kit.

Alexander struggled to sit up, taking the glass and swallowing the tablets.

The medication slid down his throat, bringing a moment of fleeting relief, but the piercing pain deep in his nerves remained stubbornly lodged.

“Did you have another emotional swing?”

Rebecca sat on the armchair across from him. “Your condition is getting harder to control. If this continues, all your previous treatment will have been for nothing.”

Alexander leaned back against the sofa, closing his eyes and composing himself for a long while.

Only then did he speak, his voice hoarse. “I can’t control it.”

He had thought he’d long mastered the art of impassivity, but every time he faced Danielle, all his defenses crumbled. The emotions he deliberately suppressed, the concerns buried deep in his heart, would always surge forth unexpectedly, threatening to drown him.

Rebecca retracted the thermometer and looked at the reading, her expression darkening. “I told you long ago to stay away from people who cause you major emotional fluctuations.”

“The old you could remain unfazed even if the sky were falling. You were always the picture of perfect calm.”

Alexander opened his eyes, a deep exhaustion and self-mockery swirling within them. “I only ever looked perfectly calm.”

He looked at Rebecca, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “You know better than I do that my mind has never been truly at peace.”

She had been a firsthand witness to his late-night breakdowns, his despair in solitude, the endless days and nights he was tormented by depression.

At his words, Rebecca’s tense expression softened slightly. “I’m relieved to hear you say that.”

“My biggest fear is that you’ll keep everything bottled up inside. After all, hiding everything is far more dangerous than speaking it aloud.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify