Chapter 423 Under the Dim Glow, the Snow Fell Gently
"Margaret, promise me you'll love me forever," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, urging her to say the words.
Margaret, eager to please him—or maybe because he was just that persuasive—didn't catch the hidden meaning in his request.
She had no clue he was planning to betray her soon.
Margaret endured his intense advances, her face flushed as she clung to his neck, vowing, "I'll love Raymond forever."
Raymond said, "No matter what happens."
Margaret repeated, "No matter what happens."
"Never change your heart."
"Never change my heart."
"Never give up."
Such sweet words, so moving.
This was one of the rare moments in Margaret's memory when he was genuinely passionate. His eyes, filled with desire, were possessive, but she didn't mind.
Without love, there wouldn't be possessiveness.
Margaret remembered she even took the initiative to kiss the corner of his lips, softly whispering, "Never give up."
Cold snowflakes fell on her lightly made-up cheeks.
The cold wind blew at the strands of hair by her ears.
Only now did Margaret understand that those weren't words of love; they were his deceitful tactics. He must have thought that no matter how much he hurt her, she would still cling to him desperately.
That was why he felt free to torment her and her family so recklessly.
Margaret, wearing her khaki snow boots, took one step after another toward the balcony.
Her mind was filled with memories, both good and bad, sad and happy.
She saw Marlon jump off the balcony.
"Ms. Margaret Hughes, Mr. Marlon Hughes is innocent. Raymond had already found out the truth, but he still didn't believe it and wanted me to frame Mr. Marlon Hughes, to convict him."
"Margaret, Raymond said you were useless in bed. It's pathetic that you can't even satisfy your man."
"I had an abortion for him. I love him more than you do. He wanted you dead long ago, didn't you know? You died too slowly; it was Raymond who ordered me to act against you."
"Raymond, I want you to fulfill your promise to me. I want you to divorce Margaret and marry me, okay?"
Endless painful memories flooded her mind, swirling around.
They wouldn't go away.
She saw Sarah tiptoeing to confess and kiss Raymond. She had been holding a pot of soup for Raymond, but seeing this, she dropped it.
She fled in panic, utterly humiliated.
The sound of the soup pot hitting the hospital corridor was so crisp. As she ran out, she even fantasized that Raymond would realize she had been there.
Would he come to explain?
But she sat in the cold wind and snow for a long, long time.
She was giving Raymond a chance to come out and explain!
But she shivered in the cold for so long, her feet went numb, and he never came out. He never explained!
Looking back now, maybe he just didn't care to explain. Maybe while she was waiting for him to come out, they were still passionately kissing in the hospital room.
She remembered the scene of her coughing up blood in front of Raymond, begging him to get the painkillers from her bag.
"Raymond, what if I'm dying?"
"Raymond, I'm sick! I have late-stage liver cancer! The medical report is clear; I didn't lie to you!"
But Raymond forced her into pregnancy, forced her to have a child, forced her to sign unfair contracts, and made her kneel outside The Hughes Group building, knowing she was terrified of the cold.
He made her work as a cleaner at The Hughes Group, reducing her to his servant, at his beck and call.
He forced her to take medicine, using Marlon's medical bills to coerce her...
She thought she could endure it all, sacrificing her life for her family's peace, for The Hughes Family's safety, willing to atone for Raymond's deceased parents with her life.
But he still drove Marlon and Nancy to their deaths.
She had wanted a divorce, wanted to die.
He patiently accompanied her through her illness. She was given an amnesia shot, and those memories, looking back now, were laughably beautiful.
After Margaret lost her memory, the Raymond she faced was extremely patient and loving. He could unconditionally tolerate her, accept her little tantrums, weaving an unreal dream for her.
Childhood sweethearts, deep love, a husband who didn't abandon his sick wife even after becoming successful.
He took her to visit her parents' graves, gently kissed the corner of her mouth.
For their promise, he could rush back from abroad and get into a car accident.
In her memory, Raymond was extremely cautious. Breaking traffic rules was extremely rare for him.
She was willing to pray for him in the snow, willing to die with him.
How beautiful it was.
But Raymond was such a cruel person. To torment her, he personally crafted this dream full of lies.
Then he tore it apart with his own hands, forcing her to remember everything.
If he was going to deceive her, why couldn't he deceive her for a lifetime?
Did her heartbreak give him such a sense of accomplishment?
But even so, even at this point, even knowing her father died unjustly, she still couldn't bear to see Raymond die!
This feeling was so complicated.
She feared his death, yet she wanted to tear him apart, send him to hell.
But they could no longer coexist peacefully. Since she couldn't bear to see Raymond die, she would end her own life.
She didn't know how Raymond would react when he heard of her death.
Maybe he would just smile coldly, after all, he had long wished for her death.
He had already prepared her coffin.
The cold snow kept hitting her cheeks.
It was snowing so heavily, adding a tragic touch to her departure.
Margaret climbed onto the balcony, which was covered in a thick layer of snow.
This was Raymond's apartment, on the second floor.
Marlon had fallen from the balcony at The Hughes Manor.
The same height.
She stood on the balcony.
Her breath was rapid from the cold wind, making it hard to breathe.
She looked down at the people on the street.
Pedestrians held umbrellas, there were couples snuggling close, people sharing a scarf, and hurried office workers with tired eyes carrying briefcases.
Perhaps because the sky darkened early today, the streetlights on both sides of the road suddenly lit up. Under the dim yellow glow, the snow fell gently.
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