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?

have known each other for ten years and have been married for two years. Those years seemed the warmest and

me once, but the time we shared was in fact so bitter

met me because Grandma wanted her to be my blood

a substitute for

years, only to have another woman come back, and I tortured her every second.

making her get down to her knees in the rain, and blood spitting onto the ground

mental hospital

yet none of which had

treat her with nothing but

hand to press his forehead, wanting to force these abrupt and terrifying memories back

longer ignore them whatsoever. He did everything with his own hands. He did every bit of them to his wife who had taken care of him for so many

body was covered in a cold sweat.

but at the same time, he felt as if he had fallen into

got up, went to the French windows, and opened them

wind whistled in, and he could no longer deceive

sea, didn’t die from depression or extreme emotions. And she didn’t die from the Swale family and Gustave’s

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 left for her

lump in his throat, and he looked at the night sky and

was the one who was wrong, and he was the one who deserved

was

been a long time since they had a proper meal.

were out looking for Darlene from early

even early in the morning, would they go home and take a nap.

went out again.

into the sea, and

as many other

deserted. When the three came back at night, they barely

Josefina that day. The next day, the hospital called him and told him

had an