Chapter 191 She Didn't Dare to Leave
Snow was coming down hard, covering Margaret's cheeks and clothes. It felt like her insides were being churned. Margaret hugged herself, tears streaming down from the pain. She'd left in such a rush that she forgot her painkillers.
She was supposed to go to the hospital for meds, but with Marlon out of medicine, she didn't dare leave. She was scared that if she left, Raymond might come out of the apartment to see her. Snowflakes landed on her long, curly lashes, mixing with her warm tears.
Raymond stood by the apartment's floor-to-ceiling window, watching Margaret curled up in the snow, clearly in pain and struggling.
Dressed in a black suit, Raymond smoked a cigarette, his face blank. But this cigarette tasted bitter. His brows furrowed deeply, a flicker of heartache in his eyes. Margaret, his wife, was lying in the snow, battered by the cold wind and falling snow. How could he not feel heartache and distress?
But then he thought of her selfishness, her ruthlessness, her betrayal, and the child who had turned into a pool of blood. Anger and hatred flared in his eyes.
Margaret would never know how much he had looked forward to their child's birth. He had already started thinking of names, trying to let go of his hatred and live a good life with her.
Raymond blamed himself for being too soft, not ruthless enough. Margaret was Marlon's daughter, after all. She must be just as bad as her father.
Raymond couldn't be soft-hearted anymore, couldn't be fooled by Margaret's act. If he went downstairs to see her, she'd probably laugh at him, thinking he was a fool. She'd done wrong, and all she had to do was lie in the snow and shed a few meaningless tears, and he'd forgive her. She'd become even more shameless!
Seeing her miserable in the snow made Raymond feel annoyed and confused. He wanted to care for her but couldn't; he wanted to forgive but couldn't. It drove him nuts.
Raymond yanked the heavy curtains shut, left the window, and sat on the sofa smoking. In the cage on the coffee table, the parrot, bored and serious, squawked, "Raymond, you bastard! Raymond, you heartless jerk!"
Raymond was already conflicted and irritable. The parrot didn't get it, and he glared at it, saying, "Shut up!"
"Shut up! Shut up!" The parrot mimicked him, flapping its wings.
Raymond was provoked. Like owner, like pet. Grabbing the cage, he hung it back on the balcony.
Snowflakes fell on it, making it shiver, but it still mouthed off, "Raymond, Margaret doesn't like you anymore! Raymond, Margaret won't have a baby for you anymore!"
Raymond's face darkened. Even the parrot was mocking him. He really was living a failed life. Turning away, he left. To cool off, Raymond took a cold shower in the bathroom.
Downstairs from the apartment.
The snow was falling harder and harder. Margaret's brows furrowed tightly from the pain. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed onto the white snow. Blood trickled slowly from the corner of her mouth. It felt like her liver had been hacked apart.
Margaret's fingers reached for the phone that had fallen into the snow and called Raymond. But no matter how many times she called, she couldn't get through.
Margaret sobbed, her shoulders shaking with her cries. Margaret thought, 'Raymond, do you really hate me that much?'
A wave of sadness hit her hard. She was in so much pain she couldn't stand, only able to crawl through the snow.
The cold crept into her fingers, then spread to her limbs and her entire body. She gritted her teeth, leaving a trail of blood as she crawled. She finally reached the apartment door.
With great effort, she stretched out her hand to press the doorbell. She pressed it over and over. Tears streamed down her face. 'Raymond, open the door! Raymond, I'm in so much pain, take me to the hospital!' she thought.
Her hand went numb from pressing. The door stayed shut. In her mind, she saw Raymond's cold face and heard his curse, "Margaret, why aren't you dead yet? I'll make your funeral grand! You like pink, don't you? Your photo frame will be pink, and the flowers will be pink! I'll even set off fireworks for days and nights to celebrate your death!"
She recalled what Sarah had said. "You think I'm the one who can't wait? Margaret, it's Raymond who can't wait. He's the one who sent me to kill you, and Ashley was sent by him too. You're a scourge on this world, don't you know that?"
"Margaret, from the moment I saw you, I wanted to strangle you! Do you know how nauseated and disgusted I feel every time I'm intimate with you?" Margaret's mind flashed back to Raymond gripping her chin and banging her head against the glass window.
The car door opened, and she was pushed out, her hands cut and bleeding from countless glass shards. Her wrist dislocated from his grip. Thinking of these painful memories and heart-wrenching details, Margaret was consumed by anger.
Another mouthful of blood sprayed out. It splattered on the apartment steps. The steps, covered in white snow, were dotted with blood, like bright red rose petals.
'How could he open the door for you, Margaret? Don't you know how much Raymond wants you dead? He might be upstairs right now, watching you suffer and spit blood. How could you be so foolish? He sent Ashley to kill you, and then Sarah, yet you still can't see his true nature?' she thought.
Margaret blinked, feeling numb inside. Her trembling body took a few steps back before she collapsed heavily into the snow again, falling hard like a rag doll.
Margaret lay on the ground, breathing laboriously. The cold wind lashed her pale face while the gloomy sky pressed down on her. Cold snowflakes kept falling on her eyebrows, nose, and hands.
She hazily saw Marlon's figure; he could walk now, smiling kindly as he approached her. Margaret apologized to him, crying as she said sorry.
Marlon smiled and wiped her tears, telling her he was there to take her away. They were going to heaven. There would be no pain, no torment, no sorrow, only sunshine, white clouds, and flowers. Most importantly, Margaret could be with Marlon forever and ever.
Margaret was moved. She had intended to leave this world, and leaving with Marlon didn't seem so bad. She reached out her hand, which was then held by Marlon's large, warm hand.
It felt so good; everything was finally over. All the emotional debts with Raymond would turn into past memories with her and Marlon's departure.
She only hoped that in her next life, she wouldn't meet Raymond again. He had ruined her life, and in her next life, she wanted to meet a husband who truly loved her, cherished her, protected her, and understood her. It didn't matter if he was poor, as long as he was sincere and there was no exploitation.
Lying in the snow, Margaret's consciousness grew increasingly blurry. She slowly closed her eyes, a peaceful smile appearing on her lips.
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