The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 824

The air in the room was completely still.

Danielle stood frozen, staring into the eyes of the man before her.

Alexander's words—*I love you more than my own life*—hammered against her heart again and again.

This long-overdue confession was so heavy it felt hard to breathe. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring his image, but she fought to keep them from falling.

She had asked the question because she had finally understood.

Their marriage hadn't failed because of him alone.

All those years ago, she had known he was trapped. She knew he had just lost his mentor and was being strong-armed by his family. Yet, driven by her own love, she had stubbornly pushed for the marriage, believing that just being together would be enough to solve everything.

She had ignored the struggle in his eyes, ignored the pain he felt being forced into a union he wasn't ready for. Wasn't forcing him into it a kind of cruelty in itself?

But she had never expected this answer.

Alexander saw the stunned look on her face and pressed his lips together. "I'm not telling you this to get a response," he said softly, "or to try and win you back."

"It's just… I've held it in for so many years. I felt I owed you the truth. Don't feel pressured. I…"

"I know," Danielle interrupted, wiping the corner of her eye. Her voice was scratchy from unshed tears, but it was steady.

She took a deep breath, walked over to the armchair across from him, and sat down. Her gaze was direct and honest. "Actually, I followed you here today not just to find out what you were hiding, but also because I wanted to apologize."

But today, hearing his confession, learning the truth about Dean Gresham, she finally realized that her own desperate need to be close to him had also helped push them into the abyss.

Alexander sat there, watching the guilt cloud her face, and felt a gentle, aching tug in his chest.

He had never blamed her. In fact, on countless lonely nights, he had been grateful.

Grateful that she was the one he had married. Grateful that she and Niki had appeared in his bleak life, bringing a flicker of warmth and light.

"You did nothing wrong," Alexander said, his voice soft with a tenderness he rarely showed. "What happened back then… I was the one at fault."

"I shouldn't have kept everything bottled up. I shouldn't have pushed you away with silence. And I never should have let you and Niki suffer because of me."