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.

days after Deirdre’s incarceration, Brendan had been surprisingly unaccustomed to her absence. As soon as he’d return to the house, he would instinctively

a lot to you, huh? But she’s been away for a while now, sir, so I’ll make you mushroom soup. I’m not half-bad at

he had realized her

would hurt. He would go to her room unthinkingly and order,

would glare back at him and his

marriage, Deirdre’s presence had littered all over his life. She was just a part of his days, and nobody could be reasonably expected to change their habits at the drop of a

simply gotten used to her, he had told himself. Once he got used to her absence, he would forget who Deirdre McKinnon

the days had passed, he had realized he missed

she was. How perceptive

reading him. She was like a telepath tuned only to him. Only she knew what to say or do based on

gone missing, he had believed she would come back

she loved him. He could always

suddenly, a woman’s face-crazed and twisted in hysteria-emerged from the

I could peel off every part of my flesh that has ever been marked

and yet, she threw it away. She turned away from him and dove headfirst into. the

“Deirdre-!”

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