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

shared was in

her

married me, being a substitute for

of me for so many years, only to have

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

prison and the mental hospital and

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

used to treat her with nothing but

abrupt and terrifying memories back and tell himself that they were all unreal.

vivid that 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 care of him for so many

entire body was covered

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

he got up, went to the French windows, and

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

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

a year to torment her beyond recognition and to drive her into a corner until there was no longer

looked at the night sky and said painfully, “Darlene, I was wrong. I

was the one who

was

a long time since they had a

out looking for Darlene from

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

dawn, they went out

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

well as many

When the three came back at night, they barely

that day. The next day, the hospital

an abortion.