The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1270

“Let her in,” Alexander repeated. “I want to see what else she has to say for herself.”

Sammie nodded and left the room.

Shortly after, the door opened, and Lorie was brought in.

She was soaked to the bone, water dripping from the ends of her hair and pooling at her feet. The once glamorous, arrogant heiress of the Gaylord family was now so haggard she was almost unrecognizable.

Lorie’s eyes swept across the room, finally landing on Alexander. Those eyes, once filled with schemes and obsession, now held nothing but endless despair and pleading.

She stumbled forward a couple of steps but was blocked by Sammie.

Lorie didn’t struggle. She just stared at Alexander from a few feet away. “Alexander…”

Leaning against the headboard, Alexander watched her coldly, his expression devoid of any emotion, as if looking at a stranger.

“I know… I know I was wrong,” Lorie sobbed, her tears mixing with the rain on her face. She choked out a disjointed plea, “I shouldn’t have helped Harold hurt you… I shouldn’t have trapped you in Antarctica… I shouldn’t… shouldn’t have done those things.”

“Alexander, I’m begging you. Please, show me some mercy.”

She dropped to her knees with a thud, her knees hitting the cold, hard floor.

The patter of rain against the window made her cries sound even more piercingly desperate.

“My father’s been arrested, the Chapman family is gone, and the Gaylords… we’re completely finished.” Lorie looked up, her face a mess of tears. “I know I deserve the worst, but I’m begging you… for the sake of what we once had, please, let me go.”

Seeing her groveling so pathetically, Alexander found it incredibly ironic.

He spoke slowly. “Show you mercy?” He let out a soft, humorless laugh. “When you were in Antarctica, did you ever think about showing mercy? When you left me and Danielle to die in that frozen wasteland, did you ever think about showing mercy?”

Alexander closed his eyes, leaning wearily against the headboard.

This years-long saga of hatred and betrayal had finally reached its conclusion in the pouring rain.

Danielle walked to his side and gently took his hand. It was cool to the touch but radiated a comforting strength.

“It’s all over,” she said softly.

Alexander opened his eyes and looked at her, the frost in them gone, replaced by a deep tenderness.

He squeezed her hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it.

“Yes,” he answered, his voice low and raspy. “It’s all over.”