The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 815

“Even though we’re divorced, there are some things we can figure out together.” She was talking about the things that lay between them.

Alexander stiffened again, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He wanted to speak, to tell her everything—all the pain, all the danger—but the words caught in his throat.

He was afraid that telling her would only drag her back into a world of fear, that he would be the one to destroy the peaceful life she had built.

The two of them stood side-by-side on the balcony, and in the silence, the distance between them began to dissolve.

Alexander looked at Danielle’s profile, his expression unreadable.

After a long moment, he gave a small, sad smile. “You never used to be like this. You used to be afraid of getting too close to me.”

Danielle looked down, her fingers curling slightly. Her voice was flat, as if she were talking about someone else entirely. “The past is the past. People change.”

The air grew still again, the only sound the faint hum of traffic in the distance.

Alexander was silent for a long moment, his throat working, before he finally said the words he had held back for years. “I’m sorry.”

The words were quiet, but they landed on Danielle’s heart like a stone.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you back then,” he said, his voice trembling. His gaze was dark with regret. “I know that kind of deliberate distance, that kind of hurt, is worse than any argument.”

“I made a decision without you, thinking that if I just pushed you away, I could keep you and Niki safe, give you a peaceful life away from the dangers that surround me.”

“But I never realized that my idea of ‘protection’ only caused you more pain, and it meant Niki grew up without her father.”

She had only seen his coldness, never bothering to ask about the reasons behind it. She had only felt her own pain, never trying to understand his. The most destructive force in a marriage wasn't fighting; it was what they had done—hiding parts of themselves until they became strangers.

Alexander’s apology was too heavy. It was so heavy that she couldn’t tell whose fault it was that they had ended up here. Was it his for choosing the wrong way to protect her, or hers for giving up too easily, for not giving him a chance to explain?

Could some things ever truly be in the past?

Alexander’s lips tightened, his knuckles turning white. His eyes were filled with an unbearable guilt.

“I’m not saying sorry to ask for your forgiveness.”

“The years of hurt can’t be erased with a single apology. It’s just… I owed you a proper ‘I’m sorry.’”