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?

known each other for ten years and have been married for two years.

the time we shared was in fact so bitter to

her to be

married me, being a substitute

only to have another woman come

on her body, making her get down to

mental hospital and suffered

none of which had anything to do with

to treat her with

forehead, wanting to force these abrupt and terrifying memories back and tell

He did everything with his own hands. He

body was covered in a

same time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice

he got up, went to the French windows, and

whistled in, and he could no longer

die from depression or extreme emotions. And she didn’t die from the Swale family and Gustave’s negligence. He killed her with

him only half a year to torment her beyond recognition and to drive her

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

the one who was wrong, and he was the one

was in their villa.

been a long time since they had a proper meal.

were out looking for Darlene from early morning until late at night.

night, or even early in the morning, would they go home and

went out

was well aware that Darlene made up her mind to fall into the sea, and Rylie, who left that night, shouldn’t

Rylie as well as

three came

day, the hospital called him and told him that

had an