A Wound that Never Heals

A Wound that Never Heals Chapter 255

Chapter 255 I Was Wrong

The large bedroom was cleaned spotless, which made the whole room empty and deserted.

There was still a lot of Darlene’s stuff in the bedroom. Her clothes, toiletries, and some of the things she used to paint with were intact.

They had never been moved. The servants cleaned her bedroom every day, but they never dared to touch her things.

At a glance, it looked like she still lived here.

There were still her skincare products on the dressing table, her toothbrush and towels in the bathroom, and her clothes and shoes in the cloakroom.

When Darlene divorced Avery and left with Gustave, she took none of them away with her.

She hated the place genuinely, so, as soon as the divorce was finalized, she couldn’t wait to leave and never wanted to come back.

And since these things had been in Avery’s bedroom in Southwood Villa forever, she hated them, too.

Avery staggered into the bedroom step by step. Only then did he realize that even though Darlene had just disappeared, it had already been a long time since she had left Southwood Villa.

To be more precise, she stopped caring about and missing this place half a year ago.

As he walked inside, those memories pressed down on him like a mountain.

He stumbled and had a terrible headache.

Nearly falling over, he grabbed the edge of the sofa and slumped into it.

He thought, I remember now. What took it so long? How come I’m only starting to remember now?

and have been married for two years. Those years seemed the warmest

once, but the time we shared was in fact so

her to be my

me, being a substitute for another woman.

up everything to take care of me for so many years, only to have another woman come back, and I tortured her every second.

on her body, making her get down to

and the mental hospital and suffered from

things, yet none of which

with nothing but

forehead, wanting to force these abrupt and terrifying memories back and tell himself that they were all unreal.

did everything with his own hands. He did every bit of them to

covered in a cold

felt

went to the French windows, and opened

cold wind whistled in, and he could no longer deceive himself and

into the deep sea, didn’t die from depression or extreme emotions. And she didn’t die

to love him wholeheartedly. It took him only half a year to torment her beyond recognition and to drive her into a corner until there was no longer any hope

throat, and he looked at the night sky and said painfully, “Darlene, I

and he was the one who

Swale family was

since

looking for Darlene from early morning until late at night.

early in the morning, would

they went out again.

her mind to fall into the sea, and Rylie, who left that night, shouldn’t

Rylie as well as many other servants

villa was deserted. When the three came back at night,

The next day, the hospital called him and told

an