The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 553

Millie felt her heart clench at the icy words that had just left his mouth. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him. “What are you saying, Alex? What does that even mean?”

Alexander stood before her, one hand in his pocket, his calm gaze fixed on her.

“How have I treated you?” His voice was steady, almost emotionless, as if the whole conversation was nothing more than a business transaction.

But inside Millie, his words created a storm. Rain poured down around her, soaking her hair and clothes, but she barely noticed. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles ached.

She drew in a shaky breath. “You’ve been… wonderful to me,” she managed, her voice hoarse and fragile.

Alexander had always helped her, always stepped in from the perspective of a friend—only because she was Raffy’s mother.

“Then what are you thinking?” His eyes narrowed, a hint of mockery flashing in them.

A chill ran through Millie’s body.

He was making himself perfectly clear.

She shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts.

Was it so wrong to imagine herself as Mrs. Davidson, to hope for a place by his side?

In that moment, something inside her snapped. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Things between them had always been good—so, so good…

“You don’t trust me anymore? You’re not going to help me?” Her voice trembled, disbelief written all over her face.

“Did I ever force you to plagiarize?” he shot back coldly.

The accusation hit her like a slap. She stood frozen in the rain, her fists clenched at her sides.

No, she’d had a choice. She’d chosen the wrong path.

“You said… you’d help me fix this.” The rain blurred her vision, making it impossible to tell whether the wetness on her cheeks was from the storm or from tears of despair.

“At the beginning, you said the plagiarism was the teacher’s fault. You said you could take care of it for me…” She remembered how reassuring he’d sounded back then.

“Did I?” Alexander’s reply was barely more than a whisper, but it cut deeper than any shout.

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