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?

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

once, but the time we shared was

met me because Grandma wanted her to be my blood

being a substitute for another

so many years, only to have another woman come back, and

forced abortion, boiling water on her body, making her get down to her knees in the rain, and blood spitting onto the ground in the

hospital and

things, yet none of which had anything to do with feelings or love.

to treat her with nothing but cruel

wanting to force these abrupt and terrifying memories back and

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

was covered in a cold

time, he felt as if he had fallen

the darkness of the night, he got up, went to the French windows,

whistled in, and he could no longer deceive himself and avoid

didn’t die from depression or extreme emotions. And she didn’t die from the

recognition and to drive her into a

his throat, and he looked at the night sky and said painfully,

was the one who was wrong, and he was the one who deserved to die. Not her.

was in their villa.

a long time since they had a proper meal.

for Darlene from early morning

late at night, or even early in the

dawn, they went

up her mind to fall into the sea, and Rylie,

fired Rylie as well as many other servants in

deserted. When the three came back at

the hospital called him and told

had an