Chapter 287 He Had Gotten Used to Her

“Shut up!” Brendan bellowed with all his might. His wound vibrated with his growl, making him cry out at the sharp pain in tandem.

His vision blurred. His knees buckled.

Her car had fallen into the sea? She had died?

Impossible! That was insane! She had been so alive yesterday when she had cursed his name, made how much he disgusted her plain, and screamed about avenging her mother! She had been so alive when she’d wished he was dead! And now… her fate was suddenly uncertain?

Brendan’s vision turned black and he toppled.

A nurse screamed nearby.

Before his consciousness faded out, he muttered, “Deirdre… Deirdre…”

He had a dream.

As soon as he’d return to the house, he

smile nervously. “Wow, Mr. Brighthall. This Deirdre girl must mean a lot to you, huh?

after her imprisonment, he had realized her shadow still lingered

up a particularly heady load of work, his head would hurt. He would go to her room unthinkingly and order, “Deirdre, I need a head

would glare back at him

himself it was just a force of habit. For two years of marriage, Deirdre’s presence had littered all over his life. She was just

to her, he had told himself. Once he got used to her absence, he would forget who

had passed, he had realized he missed

understanding she was. How docile and obedient she was. How perceptive she was.

him. Only she knew what to say or

he had believed she would come back

loved him. He could always

suddenly, a woman’s face-crazed and twisted

part of my flesh that has ever been marked by you! I wish you could just f*cking die already!

hand, and yet, she threw it away.

“Deirdre-!”

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