Chapter 444 Raymond Fell Out of Love
"Raymond—"
A woman's voice echoed from inside the car.
Margaret frowned. The voice sounded eerily familiar, almost identical to hers. If she weren't standing there herself, she might have thought it was her speaking.
Following Raymond's gaze, she looked suspiciously at the parked Cullinan.
Snowflakes kept falling, blurring Margaret's vision.
A girl in a white down jacket slowly stepped out of the Cullinan.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Raymond extended his hand to her, and she shyly placed her palm in his.
The girl coughed softly a few times, and Margaret watched as Raymond took off his black coat and draped it over the girl's shoulders.
Margaret was stunned.
How could this be happening?
In just a month, Raymond had found someone else?
She couldn't believe it!
"Raymond—" Margaret murmured.
Raymond didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he gently adjusted the black coat on the girl's shoulders before finally turning to face Margaret.
The girl looked up at the sound, revealing a clean, delicate face with exquisite features, marred by a pale, sickly complexion.
Margaret was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning. The woman in front of her looked exactly like her!
The voice, the style of dress—she was a second Margaret.
"Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me?" Margaret took a step back, her snow boots crunching heavily in the snow, her voice trembling.
She was an only child. How could there be someone so similar to her?
The girl smiled confidently and said, "My name is Margaret."
"Your name is Margaret?" Margaret's eyelashes fluttered in shock.
The girl glanced at Raymond, then at Margaret. "I just heard that your name is also Margaret. What a coincidence. Not only do we look identical, but we also have the same name. And we both love the same man."
"Raymond, do you know her?" the girl asked Raymond.
Raymond's scrutinizing gaze fell back on Margaret.
Margaret nervously clenched her fists, staring at Raymond through the falling snow.
She thought, 'Raymond, do you know me? Do you recognize the resurrected Margaret?'
But he only glanced at her briefly before looking away, then gently turned to the girl beside him, his voice firm: "I don't know her."
"I'm cold. Can we go inside?" the girl said pitifully, tugging at Raymond's long, slender fingers, almost like she was begging.
Raymond smiled, and he grasped her hand, walking past Margaret without a second glance.
Margaret's eyes instantly reddened. She grabbed his wrist, "Raymond! I'm Margaret! I'm the real Margaret! I don't know how another Margaret appeared beside you, but I can assure you, she's fake! I'm the real one!"
"Miss, is your way of pursuing someone to destroy what you can't have? Raymond is my boyfriend, Margaret's boyfriend. Do you think pretending to be me makes you me? Stop deceiving yourself!" the girl glared at Margaret, her tone arrogant and domineering.
Margaret was so anxious that tears were about to fall. She tightened her grip on his wrist, "I really am Margaret! I really am Margaret! Raymond, don't joke with me like this! It's not funny, not at all!"
But Raymond didn't even look at her. Instead, he used his other hand to pry her fingers off his wrist, one by one.
Then he pushed her away forcefully.
Margaret stumbled and fell into the snow.
Her bracelet hit the ground heavily.
"I don't care who you are. If you dare to impersonate my wife again, you'll regret it!" Raymond stood coldly, looking down at her, his lips curling in mockery.
This was a side of Raymond she had never seen before.
Raymond turned to lead the girl into The Hughes Manor.
That was her home!
How could he bring another woman into her home?
She wouldn't allow it!
Margaret got up from the ground, blocking Raymond and the girl's path, "Raymond, what right do you have to bring her inside? I'm still alive, and you want to bring another woman into my home? Have you considered my feelings?"
"Because she is the daughter of The Hughes Family!" Raymond said decisively.
Margaret laughed bitterly, snowflakes falling onto her hair, "She's the daughter of The Hughes Family, so what does that make me? How many times do I have to tell you, I'm Margaret! I'm the one you're supposed to marry!"
"Raymond! You jerk!"
"Raymond, you ungrateful bastard!"
A parrot suddenly flew over, circling around Raymond and the girl, pecking at their faces.
The girl screamed in fright, her face pale.
Margaret saw Raymond protect her tightly, a depth of emotion she had never seen before.
Raymond still led the girl into the villa without looking back.
The ornate iron gate slammed shut.
Margaret collapsed in the snow. The snow was cold, but it wasn't as cold as her heart.
The reunion she had hoped for was so painfully ironic.
Who was that girl?
How could she look so much like her?
A month ago, Raymond had been mourning her deeply, his hair turning white overnight. In just a month, everything had changed dramatically.
Did men change their hearts too quickly, or did he only love her face?
After being together for so long, why couldn't he recognize her?
Their scents were different, their auras were different.
Could someone who looked like her really replace her?
Margaret felt so sad. She had lost her memory, and the only person she remembered had betrayed her.
Her eyes felt dry, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
The cold wind blew her long hair.
Her hair fell like a net over her pale face.
Crystal-clear tears welled up in her eyes.
Margaret curled up, not knowing where to go. Her home had been taken over.
She didn't know anyone.
She was homeless.
Her shoulders shook with sobs, her choking cries drowned in the cold night air.
The sound of leather shoes crunching in the snow.
Was Raymond coming back to comfort her?
Had he recognized her?
Margaret's heart ignited with hope. Even if he recognized her, she wouldn't forgive him so easily.
Mistaking his fiancée was unforgivable.
"Now you know who I am, but it's too late. Raymond, you've disappointed me. I think we both need to cool off. I need to reconsider the direction of our relationship. I'm not sure if you're the one I want to spend my life with anymore." Margaret sat in the snow, curled up, hugging her knees, her eyes red as she stared at the snow on her boots.
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