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?

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

time we shared was in fact

because Grandma wanted her to be my blood

me, being a substitute for another woman.

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

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

and the mental hospital and suffered from heart failure and

her countless things, yet none of which had anything to

to treat her with nothing but cruel torment.

these abrupt and terrifying memories

he could no longer ignore them whatsoever. He did everything with his own hands. He did every bit of them to his wife who had taken

body was covered in a cold sweat.

time, he felt as if he

up, went to the French windows,

whistled in, and he could no longer

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

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

in his throat, and he looked at the night sky

was wrong, and he was the one who deserved to

family was in their villa.

time since they had

for Darlene from early morning until late at

early in the morning, would they go home and

went out again.

that Darlene made up her mind to fall into the sea,

well as

deserted. When the three came back at

day. The next day, the hospital called

had an