What Separates Me and You

Chapter 192

Chapter 192 Her Love Was Too Worthless

Blood trickled down her wrist and splattered on the floor like falling rose petals.

Teary-eyed, she perversely mustered her energy and slashed, again and again, at the wound.

It wasn’t as painful as she expected. Instead, she felt unprecedented relief. The pain on her wrist balanced out the burdensome weight on her heart.

She had never felt so at ease.

That was how she realized how unhappy she had been, whether in the past or present.

To think only at times like this, when she was on the brink of death, did she feel content and relaxed.

So, what exactly had she gained from her love for Lewis?

Nothing but for this scarred heart.

She had no one to blame; it was all wishful thinking on her part. Her love was too worthless to intrigue Lewis.

She deserved to die.

Josephine smiled bitterly and disdainfully. She mocked herself-she had it coming.

Rain poured. Josephine listened to it in silence.

She leaned against the bed and slowly closed her

eyes.

A tear slid into her hair. Her fingers relaxed, and the shard fell.

Suddenly, someone kicked the bedroom door open. The noise shook her to the bones.

eyes and

the person clearly. She couldn’t hear what he said in

light as a feather like she was gliding mid-air. The world spun around her, and the only thing

many years ago with her silver hair and

Jinkins caressed her head, singing her a lullaby

closed her eyes and drifted to

in the

Halliday was all at sea. He peeked at Lewis’ face, but Lewis chose to put on an emotionless face now, of all

but the faint

lose much blood. She

Dr. Halliday grew more

was having butterflies in his stomach when Lewis

made up.

that moment, a bodyguard entered the room and reported, “Master Lewis, Mrs. Alvarez is

glanced at Josephine, who was lying on the

in the living room, sweeping her gaze around the room. It was her first time here. She eyed every corner of the room with a judgmental

she immediately strolled toward

you here?”

his question. Coldly, she questioned, “You’re my son. Your house is my house, too. Don’t I have the

He asked again, “What brings

on the sofa on her own accord and

face was evident. He sat across from Nancy

with the divorce?”

“You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t

months and gave birth to you. I changed your diapers with these hands. Why am

throbbed, and

so cold now that you’re an adult. How convenient! No matter what,

you despise me, I’m still your

stared at her as he retorted, “So?”

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