Chapter 408: The Scale is Very, Very Large
Margaret's fingers, pale and waterlogged, trembled slightly as she furrowed her brow.
It felt like a nightmare.
Countless images flashed through her mind.
Back when she was a freshman in college, she wore a red down jacket and had her hair in a bun, busy welcoming new students. Sarah had brought Raymond over to introduce him to her.
She looked up and caught a glimpse of him.
He said, "Hey, I'm Raymond."
To win over this man, whose cool demeanor and looks were exactly her type, she orchestrated various "coincidental" meetings, struck up conversations, and asked for his phone number.
"Raymond, people say you have ulterior motives with me. But I trust my own judgment. This watch is for you. Once you wear it, you're my man, and you can never take it off."
"Raymond, you have to be good to me for life. No bullying, no making me angry, got it?"
Beautiful memories, as if torn apart by a giant hand.
Margaret saw Marlon fall from the balcony, landing in front of her, his eyes and mouth filled with blood, gushing uncontrollably.
She also saw her mother collapse in the snow on the way back from a funeral. On the same day, she said goodbye to two loved ones at the crematorium.
Snowflakes drifted down as Raymond coldly looked out the window: "If you want to kneel, do it in front of The Hughes Group building!"
Margaret knelt in the snow, surrounded by a swarm of reporters. Her fingers and palms were trampled, and it felt like the bones in her limbs were being forcibly extracted.
A razor blade cut her skin, blood dripping into the bathtub: "Raymond, I'm doing as you said. I'm dying now! If you don't save my dad, I'll haunt you even in death!"
Sarah yanked her hair viciously, kicking her stomach with the pointed toe of her high heel, pushing her into the lake: "Raymond can't wait any longer, don't you know? He’s been wishing for your death! What are you still doing in this world?"
In her mind, she saw Raymond handing her a bottle of pills, his tone icy, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Take the pills!"
Margaret spat blood in front of him, begging him to find her painkillers.
But he said she was as strong as an ox, that it was impossible for her to have a terminal illness, and that it was all a scheme she and Daniel had concocted to deceive him.
Rain pounded relentlessly on Margaret's body.
Memories surged like a tidal wave, and Margaret's frown deepened.
Three divorce papers were thrown in her face, and Raymond coldly ordered her: "Sign them!"
"Raymond, if one day you realize you've lost me, will you be sad?"
"Will you come to my funeral?"
"I'll set off fireworks for days and nights at your funeral, wishing you a swift journey to the afterlife!"
"Your dad owes me two lives. You die in his place, and I'll save him! In the end, you're the one benefiting! If you want to die, hurry up! Your worthless life is worth five million dollars, a fitting death! The sooner you die, the sooner you can be reborn! I've already bought your coffin, just waiting for you to die!"
"Margaret, why aren't you dead yet?"
"Your parents' deaths were karma, they deserved it!"
"Margaret, do you think Raymond wants you to have a liver transplant because he genuinely regrets it and wants to live a good life with you? No, he told me he wants to save you to torture you even more. Your parents' deaths weren't enough for him. This game isn't over yet."
Margaret hazily saw Sarah confessing to Raymond in the hospital room: "Raymond, I want you to marry me. I don't want to be just friends anymore."
Then Sarah kissed him.
He didn't push her away.
Her mind was a chaotic mess, like it had been struck by lightning, exploding instantly.
A purple lightning bolt, accompanied by torrential rain, struck the dark sky.
Margaret's eyes snapped open.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
The corners of her eyes were also red.
Large raindrops pounded her face and body.
She wasn't dead.
Injected with red liquid, she hadn't died.
But she remembered everything.
She remembered everything!
It turned out that making her regain her memory and live in pain was the real hell.
Utterly ruthless.
Brutally direct.
Margaret struggled, inch by inch, to get up from the ground.
Her fingers hurt, her palms were swollen, and the skin on her arms was scraped off.
Her cheeks hurt terribly. She touched them with her fingers, and a trace of blood appeared on her fingertips.
Margaret coughed laboriously a few times.
It felt like her lungs were about to come out.
She limped towards the exit of the abandoned factory.
Her foot seemed to hit something hard. She moved her shoe and found her phone.
Right, her phone had been kicked away by Evelyn.
Margaret bent down with difficulty and picked up the phone.
The screen was covered in water.
The phone rang.
She didn't check who was calling. Walking in the rain, she answered: "Hello."
"Margaret, I'm sorry. Did you just call Raymond? He didn't ignore your call on purpose. I got drunk, and he was worried about me, so he drove to pick me up. When you called, he was in the shower, and I couldn't answer your call."
Margaret gripped the phone tightly. So Raymond had rushed out at night to pick up Sarah?
She had thought he was looking for her. How foolish!
How foolish!
"Margaret, I'm not trying to be mean, but why haven't you divorced him yet? Our wedding photos have been ready for a long time, just waiting for you to step aside so we can set a date."
"Margaret, you don't know what I've sacrificed for him. I even had an abortion for him. He said he would make it up to me."
"Your parents are dead, and you two are enemies. Is there any point in dragging this out?"
"Aren't you afraid your parents will crawl out of their graves to scold you? Even though he didn't kill your parents, they died because of him!"
"By the way, do you know why you lost your memory? It was Raymond. He wanted to torture you. You wanted to die, so he made sure you couldn't. He gave you an amnesia injection, so you forgot everything. And tonight's events were all orchestrated by Raymond to make you suffer. You've fallen in love with him again, so he needs a new script."
Margaret was driven to hysteria by the woman's taunting voice on the phone: "Shut up! Shut up!"
"Shut up? I'm telling you the truth because we're friends. I'll send you a photo of me and your husband having sex, so you don't have any illusions."
The call ended.
Immediately, Margaret received a WhatsApp message with a photo that was beyond her imagination. In the photo, Sarah was kneeling in front of a man, her mouth around his cock.
Sarah's face, filled with obsession and adoration, made Margaret feel both disgusted and nauseous. She glanced at the man's features—it was Raymond's profile.
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