A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 255

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. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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?

We have known each other for ten years and have been married for two years. Those years seemed the warmest and the most

harmonious to me once, but the time we shared was in fact so bitter to recall.

She met me because Grandma wanted her to be my blood bank.

She married me, being a substitute for another woman.

She gave up everything to take care of me for so many years, only to have another woman come back, and I tortured her every second.

All I gave her 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 the rain.

She was sent to prison and the mental hospital and suffered from heart failure and serious depression.

I gave her countless things, yet none of which had anything to do with feelings or love.

I used to treat her with nothing but cruel torment.

Avery raised his hand to press his forehead, wanting to force these abrupt and terrifying memories back and tell himself that they were all unreal.

Yet the sealed memories were so 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 years.

His entire body was covered in a cold sweat.

He felt hot, but at the same time, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

In the darkness of the night, he got up, went to the French windows, and opened them all.

The cold wind whistled in, and he could no longer deceive himself and avoid anything.

Darlene, who had fallen into the deep sea, didn’t die from depression or extreme emotions. And she didn’t die from the Swale family and Gustave’s negligence. He killed her with his own hands.

Darlene used to love him 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 any hope left for her to live.

He felt a lump in his throat, and he looked at the night sky and said painfully, “Darlene, I was wrong. I was really wrong.”

He was the one who was wrong, and he was the one who deserved to die. Not her.

The Swale family was in their villa.

It had been a long time since they had a proper meal.

They were out looking for Darlene from early morning until late at night.

Not until late at night, or even early in the morning, would they go home and take a nap.

Before dawn, they went out again.

Dakota was well aware that Darlene made up her mind to fall into the sea, and Rylie, who left that night, shouldn’t take the blame.

However, Dakota still fired Rylie as well as many other servants in the villa.

The villa was deserted. When the three came back at night, they barely talked.

Braylen left Josefina that day. The next day, the hospital called him and told him that

Josefina had an abortion.

The procedure was a little dangerous, but luckily, she got through it.

After receiving the call, Braylen never came to Josefina again. He had been searching for Darlene all day long.

The Swale family knew very well that

Darlene would never come back, yet none of them was willing to stop.

Once they did, they had no choice but to face the fact that Darlene had already passed away. Therefore, they chose to continue searching for her from dawn till sundown.

Getting themselves busy and tired was like a hypnotic to make them face the painful truth as later as possible.

Day after day of searching, almost a week passed in the blink of an eye.

Again, Braylen did not return until after two o’clock in the morning.

As soon as he came back, he received a call from a classmate.

He was in a bad mood. When he answered the call, he did not say hello and directly said, “What is it?”

Callie’s voice came from the other end of the line, and she smiled, “Braylen, sorry to disturb you at this hour.”

Braylen’s voice was impatient as he collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion. He said,

“I’m still awake. Speak.”

She said, “Here’s the thing. I picked up a woman on the road a few days ago.

“She has been unconscious for many days.

It’s the middle of the night now, and she is finally awake. But she wouldn’t tell me where her home was or who her friends and family were. She insisted on leaving, claiming that she could take care of herself.

“But how can I let her leave like that? I saved her after all. If something happens, I have to be responsible, right?”

Braylen was reaching for the tea cup on the tea table. Hearing her words, he froze..