Chapter 435 Raymond, My Secret Has Always Been About You
Raymond carefully cradled the urn in his arms.
No matter how much he tried to warm it with his hands, the urn remained icy cold.
Back at the apartment.
He lowered his head and kissed the urn. "Margaret, we're home. Don't worry, I'll stay with you."
The wall lamp cast a dim, yellowish glow.
"Raymond, you're back?"
He seemed to hear Margaret's voice in his ear.
He looked up and saw Margaret, wearing an apron, setting steaming dishes on the dining table.
Raymond was stunned.
He stared blankly.
"Why aren't you coming over? Work must have been tough, right? Hurry up and wash your hands, dinner's ready. I made your favorite dishes today."
Margaret urged him, her smile as bright as ever.
Before The Hughes Group fell into his hands, Margaret would prepare meals like this every day, waiting for him to come home from work.
Could it be that everything that happened today was just a dream? Margaret wasn't dead at all!
"Raymond, what's wrong with you? The food will get cold!"
"Okay, let's dine together."
Raymond smiled, his eyes slightly red.
Margaret wasn't dead, and she was still at home, making dinner and waiting for him. How wonderful, how truly wonderful.
Holding the urn, he quickly walked over.
He reached out, wanting to embrace Margaret.
But he realized there was nothing there!
Only the cold, empty air and the icy urn in his arms!
"Margaret? Margaret?" Raymond called her name in disbelief, but there was nothing but the empty room.
He looked at the dining table again, where there were no hot dishes, just a cold table and chairs.
He glanced at the kitchen, which was pitch black.
So it was all just his hallucination?
Yes, Margaret had been cremated, how could she not be dead?
He walked over to the sofa where she used to love to lie.
He placed the urn on the coffee table.
His rough fingers traced the lines of the sofa, as if trying to feel her warmth.
Suddenly, a scene from a few months ago appeared before his eyes.
Back then, he was determined to get a divorce, to seek revenge.
After receiving a call from Margaret saying she was coming home, he returned with three copies of the divorce agreement.
He threw the agreements in her face.
To force her to sign, he even grabbed her throat, choking her: "Sign it!"
"Raymond, if one day you find that I've disappeared from this world forever, would you be sad?"
"Raymond, would you come to my funeral?"
"Would you cry?"
At this moment, Raymond finally realized that when Margaret said those words, her eyes were filled with deep despair and a faint glimmer of hope.
He saw his past self saying, "I'll set off fireworks for days and nights at your funeral, wishing you a swift journey to the afterlife!"
"Raymond, then wait until I'm dead, and you can marry your Sarah."
Now Margaret was really dead.
But he couldn't be happy. Only now did he understand how hurtful those words had been.
He returned to the bedroom.
In a daze, he saw Margaret packing clothes.
Margaret looked up, her eyes full of joy when she saw him.
"Raymond, we haven't gone on our honeymoon yet. You promised me before we got married. How about we go on a spontaneous trip?"
"Money isn't everything. Can you slow down for a bit and spend some time with me? Have you ever seen a husband who, right after getting married, ignores his wife's feelings and works so hard?"
Raymond was about to agree. He had time now.
As long as she wanted, he would do anything with her.
But when he blinked, Margaret was gone.
Only the cold, empty bedroom remained.
Raymond sighed and saw a locked drawer.
What was inside?
He remembered that Margaret had always cherished this drawer, keeping it locked at all times.
Was it her little secrets?
Or Daniel—
As he lost in thought, Margaret appeared again, saying, "If you're curious, you can open it."
Raymond hesitated, worried. "It's your secret. I'm afraid you'll be angry if I look."
"The key is in the nightstand drawer. Raymond, all my secrets are about you."
Raymond found a key in the nightstand drawer.
But when he looked again, he was alone in the room.
The hallucination vanished.
Using the key, he unlocked the drawer. Inside, it was packed full. He reached in and pulled out a closed notebook.
The cover of the notebook sparked a vague memory. It was a gift he had given her in college when he was very poor.
For her birthday, he had offered to give her a gift.
Margaret had picked this notebook from a small store, costing just a dollar.
The heir to The Hughes Family had kept this one-dollar notebook for so long.
He placed the notebook on the table.
He then pulled out a thick stack of sketch papers.
He thought she might have drawn the mute boy or Daniel.
He was ready to not be jealous, but when he opened it, he was stunned.
He blinked his tired eyes, making sure he wasn't mistaken.
The sketches were of him!
His defined fingers kept flipping through the pages.
It was him, all of them were him.
There were sketches of him sitting in class during college.
Him glaring at her in anger.
Their wedding day, with him in a suit and her in a wedding dress, though in the sketch, he had a stern face while she smiled.
He worked at The Hughes Group, ate the meals she cooked, frowned while on the phone, and carried her through the snow. She fell in the snow, reaching out for his help to get up.
In reality, he had walked away without looking back.
In the sketches, she had changed it to him lovingly helping her up and holding her in his arms.
Each sketch was signed with a phrase: [Raymond loves Margaret.]
These sketches were likely from the time they were dating to the early days of their marriage.
All of them were her happy fantasies.
She hadn't drawn any of their fights.
At the bottom of the drawer, Raymond found a delicately wrapped small box.
He opened it to find a sachet inside.
There was a sticky note: [Raymond has nightmares at night. This sachet helps calm the mind. A birthday gift for Raymond.]
The date was from a year ago.
So she had known about his nightmares of his parents' tragic deaths. While he was planning revenge, tormenting The Hughes Family, and tormenting Margaret, she was worried about his well-being, planning a birthday gift for him.
Margaret had always silently, passionately loved him, much more than he had ever imagined.
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