Chapter 354 Margaret Sees Raymond's Wedding Photos
Raymond carried Margaret to the car door.
Alvin had already opened the backseat door.
Before Margaret could react, Raymond moved forward and placed her in the backseat.
The cold scent of sandalwood, mixed with a faint, not unpleasant tobacco smell, reached her nose.
Margaret's cheeks felt a bit warm.
They were too close, closer than divorced couples should be.
"Raymond, you should focus on Sarah," Margaret said, her tone icy.
Raymond closed the car door, his fingers slightly curled.
Alvin started the car, driving towards the hospital.
After a while, Raymond spoke, "Just because we're divorced doesn't mean we can't talk."
"Are you trying to juggle two women?"
"I couldn't just watch you fall in the snow," Raymond explained, not trying to take advantage of her.
He just didn't want her to get hurt.
Margaret was taken aback.
She hadn't expected that response.
If Raymond had shown even a bit of this awareness after Marlon's accident, if he had tormented her just a little less, they wouldn't be where they are now.
Margaret sneered, "It's not like you haven't stood by and watched before."
Raymond's pupils contracted sharply. He knew she was referring to their college days.
She had tried to get close to him, but his feelings were complicated.
On one hand, he was pleased she was approaching him; he wanted to use her feelings to avenge his deceased parents.
On the other hand, he was repulsed by her.
Seeing her desperate attempts to get close to him made him feel disgusted because she was the daughter of his enemy. How could he possibly have any positive feelings towards her?
Even after they got married, he worked intensely to avoid spending time with her, to escape her overwhelming affection.
Her love was too intense, putting him in a difficult position; responding or not responding both felt wrong.
But now, Raymond regretted it.
He should have responded to Margaret's love, treated her better.
People only realize what they had after losing it.
Raymond was no different.
He had thought Margaret would never leave him, would always be obedient, even if he ignored her or mocked her.
Raymond had overestimated his importance in Margaret's heart.
Thinking about the past made his heart heavy.
After a while, he said, "It won't happen again."
As long as she needed him, he would be there for her.
"We're divorced. There is no 'again'," Margaret reminded him coldly.
He was momentarily stunned. Yes, they were divorced. How could there be a future for them?
Even if her surgery was successful and she was cured, her future wouldn't include him.
It would include Daniel.
They would get married and probably have a big family.
Raymond didn't say anything more, feeling an indescribable bitterness.
Margaret took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on.
Several missed calls appeared.
All from Sarah.
She wondered if Sarah had gone crazy, suddenly deciding to harass her.
Then a bunch of text messages popped up.
Her phone was set to silent mode, so Raymond didn't know what she was looking at.
Margaret stared at the screen, gripping her phone tightly, her fingers turning white.
Margaret's phone buzzed with a series of messages from Sarah.
"Margaret, how low can you go? Does Raymond love you? He doesn't!"
"He’s always known you have cancer. Has he ever cared? Remember, he once told me to get rid of you. Ashley was sent by him. When she failed, he had me try again in Silverwood."
"You've been trying to please Raymond for years. How do your parents feel about having such a disgraceful daughter? You betrayed the Hughes family and your parents for a man who wants you dead. Do you still want to be Raymond's wife?"
"Raymond loves me, always has. I don't mind telling you, Raymond has been using you from the start. I introduced him to you as part of our plan. He approached you because you're Marlon's daughter. Otherwise, he wouldn't even look at you."
"You probably don't know, but every year you made him a birthday cake, he would celebrate with me after eating it. Every year."
"You probably don't know, but our wedding photos are ready. Look how happy he is with me."
Then several wedding photos appeared.
Margaret opened each one to look.
They were taken at the beach.
In the photos, Raymond wore a white shirt, standing by the sea.
He looked serious.
Sarah wore a white dress, with a white veil on her head.
They held hands, fingers intertwined.
Walking along the beach.
The sea breeze lifted Sarah's hair and veil.
But it couldn't hide the happiness in her eyes.
Some photos showed them smiling at each other.
Some showed Sarah kissing his cheek with her eyes closed.
Others showed them back-to-back on the beach, full of youthful charm.
Margaret looked at the wedding photos several times.
She feared they were edited, so she zoomed in.
They were really holding hands.
Not fake, not posed.
Margaret suddenly remembered when she and Raymond took their wedding photos. He had been uninterested.
The photographer joked that they seemed unfamiliar with each other. Raymond kept his distance, barely smiling.
Only she had smiled happily.
She had thought Raymond didn't like being in front of the camera, that he was too nervous. She had comforted him, saying it was okay, just a formality.
Now she realized she had been a joke to Raymond.
He simply didn't want to take wedding photos with her. He didn't want to marry her.
His wedding photos with Sarah were much more natural.
They seemed to have a deep connection, like they had known each other for years.
Margaret knew about their wedding photos.
It was the day she was diagnosed.
She had called Raymond to tell him she didn't have long to live.
He had blocked her. She bought a new SIM card to contact him.
He had been impatient on the phone, and she learned he was taking wedding photos.
Today was the first time she saw the photos.
Love and indifference were so obvious.
Raymond truly didn't love her. Otherwise, how could there be such a difference?
Margaret blinked her dry eyes, feeling empty and exhausted.
She kept telling herself, Margaret, you're divorced. Don't dwell on the past. Let it go.
Sarah was trying to upset her. She needed to be happy, not sad, not fall for it.
Margaret's heart ached terribly. She bit her lip until she tasted blood.
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