Chapter 350: I Don't Remember Things from the Past
Margaret was scarfing down her breakfast; she wanted the divorce finalized as soon as possible.
She hoped to finish the meal Alvin had brought her before Raymond showed up.
"Hey, slow down. No one's gonna steal it from you," a raspy voice said, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
Margaret, holding half a sandwich, looked up to see Raymond in a black coat and shirt.
The all-black outfit made him look somber and intimidating.
He carried the chill from outside, with snowflakes still clinging to his hair and shoulders.
Margaret ate too fast and started coughing violently, her face turning an alarming shade as if she might cough up a lung.
"Here, drink some water." A large hand offered her a cup of warm water.
She hesitated for a moment but took it, drinking enough to stop coughing.
Margaret said flatly, "I'm done eating. Let's go to the Municipal Office now."
"No rush."
Margaret glared at him as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed, carefully cleaning up the remnants of her sandwich.
"Raymond, what are you up to now? We agreed: divorce first, then I get treatment."
Raymond handed her a bowl of porridge, seeing her defensive stance like a bristling hedgehog.
"Finish the porridge. Then we'll go."
Margaret was taken aback.
"What? You don't want the divorce? Want to stay married?" Raymond smirked.
Margaret, provoked, impatiently grabbed the porridge and ate it quickly.
Raymond then pushed the remaining sandwich towards her. "Finish this too."
"Raymond! Don't try to stall! We're definitely getting divorced today!" Margaret frowned.
"If I were you, I'd just listen. Arguing with me is the real delay."
Margaret finished the breakfast, even though she was full, determined to get the divorce.
After eating, she got out of bed to put on her shoes.
"Don't move." Raymond knelt down, reaching to put on her shoes and socks.
Margaret wanted to refuse; his actions wouldn't change her decision.
"I have hands. I don't need you to do it." Margaret couldn't hold back.
But Raymond's hand grasped her ankle.
Her ankle was quite beautiful.
"Margaret, this is the last time I'll put on your shoes. Consider it the final chapter of our marriage."
With that, Margaret stopped resisting.
Yes, after the divorce today, they'd go their separate ways.
She watched him put the green cotton socks on her feet.
This wasn't the first time he'd done this. When they were dating in college, living together, she'd always pester him to put on her shoes.
Though he seemed reluctant, he always did it.
After they got married and her father had his accident, he stopped.
Thinking about it made Margaret's heart ache.
Raymond carefully put her Martin boots on.
As soon as the shoes were on, Margaret hurried off the bed. "Can we go to the Municipal Office now? No more excuses?"
Margaret ignored his kindness, seeing no excuses.
He just wanted her to live well. To live a long life.
"No more excuses, let's go."
They left the hospital room and entered the elevator.
Margaret walked ahead the whole way, quickly, keeping her distance from him.
Alvin followed Raymond, shaking his head.
Raymond handed Alvin the car keys, asking him to bring the car around to the hospital entrance.
At the entrance, Margaret felt dazed, snow falling heavily, the sky gloomy.
The biting wind cut her face like knives.
It was snowing again.
Just like when they were getting divorced.
Margaret remembered waiting at the Municipal Office for a long time before he arrived from The Hughes Group.
They met on a snowy day too.
Starting and ending with snow.
It was fitting.
The steps were covered in thick, white snow.
Alvin pulled up in a black Maserati, honking to get Margaret's attention.
He got out, opening the back door for her.
Margaret was about to step onto the snowy steps when she felt a tight grip around her waist.
She was lifted into a strong, firm embrace.
The cold scent of wood and faint tobacco filled her senses.
Margaret looked up to see Raymond's expressionless face.
"Put me down," Margaret frowned.
They were getting divorced; she didn't want this closeness.
People might think they were getting married.
Raymond's face darkened further, unwilling to let her go.
His sharp gaze met hers. "If you want the divorce, listen to me."
"I've listened enough," Margaret smiled bitterly. What had she gained?
Raymond carried her down the steps. "Just half an hour more, and we'll be done."
"Hope you keep your word," Margaret scoffed.
Raymond gently placed her in the back seat and got in beside her.
Alvin closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.
Margaret moved towards the window, deliberately distancing herself.
Not even divorced yet, and already so distant.
Raymond's lips tightened.
The car started, smoothly heading to the Municipal Office.
Raymond looked out the window.
The snow was falling heavier.
Just like when they first met.
"I remember our first meeting at college orientation. It was snowing like this, you wore a red down jacket, busy with the student council welcoming freshmen."
"Through the crowd, our eyes met. Fate is strange. I never thought we'd get married." Raymond sighed, looking out the window.
Talking about the past.
Margaret's fingers tightened on her lap.
Thinking about the past made her feel foolish, deceived by Sarah and Raymond.
Raymond was introduced to her by Sarah. How ironic. Maybe Raymond and Sarah were together all along, and she was the third wheel.
Raymond manipulated her feelings, using their marriage to climb up.
Raymond wanted to say more.
She coldly replied, "I don't remember the past."
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