Chapter 449 I Have Loved You for a Long, Long Time
Margaret heard the photographer's words loud and clear.
Was he really getting close to a girl who shared her name and looked exactly like her?
Margaret's heart pounded with anxiety.
She wanted to run over, demand answers, and tear them apart.
She wanted to shout, "Raymond, open your eyes and look closely! I'm the real Margaret, the one you promised to marry and spend your life with!"
What had happened in the past month to cause such a drastic change in him?
But her legs felt like they were filled with lead.
She couldn't move an inch.
The icy snow slapped against her pale cheeks.
Then she saw the girl in the white wedding dress approach him.
She stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes in happiness, and kissed Raymond on the cheek.
Raymond didn't push her away, and he just stared at her intently.
His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched together.
Margaret's eyelashes trembled slightly. The scene pierced her heart.
He let another woman kiss him right in front of her!
And he didn't push her away!
Thank goodness she hadn't run over to confront him, humiliating herself by asking why he had changed his mind.
Why he had thrown their promises aside.
Otherwise, she would be a laughingstock right now.
She had fantasized that he would come to his senses and come looking for her.
But it was all just a fantasy.
Now, the fantasy was shattered.
She realized clearly that Raymond had truly fallen for another woman and no longer wanted her.
A wave of immense sadness crashed over her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but Margaret had her pride. She couldn't cry, not in front of these two people.
Love was gone, but she couldn't lose her dignity too.
Margaret turned away, holding back her tears, and ran off decisively.
Raymond finally snapped out of it, feeling a sudden, intense pain in his chest. Why did seeing someone who looked like Margaret in distress make him feel so bad?
Instinctively, he pushed Sarah away and tried to chase after Margaret.
But his wrist was grabbed tightly by delicate fingers.
He turned back to see Sarah looking weak, her brows furrowed. "Raymond, I'm Margaret. Can you wake up? That woman must be here with ulterior motives, pretending to be me."
Raymond felt a strange irritation inside.
He shook off her hand, tugged at his tie, and his head felt like it was about to explode.
The scent from his watch wafted to his nose, calming his agitation.
"Raymond, have you fallen out of love? If you don't want to marry me anymore, just tell me. I won't cling to you." Sarah's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. "Do you know how much it cost me to come back to you, to start over with you? My parents are dead. I'm an orphan now. You're all I have left, Raymond. If you've fallen out of love, what am I supposed to do?"
Raymond felt a strange resistance to her crying.
But hearing her words, he forced himself to be patient.
The woman in front of him was Margaret, his beloved Margaret. He couldn't fall out of love.
Margaret had become like this because of him.
Raymond was overwhelmed by guilt.
He pressed his lips together, walked over to her, and wiped away her tears. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well today. Can we reschedule the wedding photos?"
"Raymond, do you not want to take wedding photos, or do you not want to take them with me?" Sarah cried helplessly, her tears streaming down her face, looking particularly pitiful.
Feeling pressured by her, Raymond could only say, "Let's continue."
It was something he had promised, so he had to fulfill it.
Sarah smiled through her tears, leaning against his chest, giving the photographer a signal.
Raymond felt like there was a fire burning inside him, consuming him bit by bit.
Why did he feel so resistant to taking wedding photos with Margaret?
He wanted to push her away.
But he couldn't do that.
Because she was his beloved, she was Margaret.
Sticky liquid dripped from his nose.
The photographer lowered his camera and exclaimed, "Groom, you're bleeding!"
Sarah looked up and saw dark spots appearing on Raymond's suit.
The wedding photos were interrupted by this incident.
On the way back, Sarah insisted on taking him to the hospital, making Raymond feel even more guilty and touched.
Margaret was so good to him, so considerate. What more could he ask for?
He didn't want to go to the hospital because he didn't want Margaret to know he had late-stage leukemia. He didn't want to scare her.
So he remained silent.
"Raymond, did you hear me? We need to go to the hospital," Sarah repeated.
Raymond smiled contentedly, looking up at her. "No need."
"You're bleeding, Raymond. It's serious. You can't be careless about your health, understand? If we get married but can't be together for long, what's the point of the marriage? Raymond, please listen to me. Don't scare me. I'm really worried about you. If something happens to you, what will I do? Just let me be reassured, okay?"
As Sarah spoke, she pinched her palm with her fingers, causing tears to flow from the pain.
She kept reminding herself and thought, 'Sarah, forget your identity. You are Margaret now. Everything you say and do must fit Margaret's character. Otherwise, he will become suspicious.'
Sure enough, Raymond's gaze softened, but there was still no love in his eyes. It was nothing like the way he looked at Margaret.
She had patience and time. She would build a relationship with Raymond and completely replace Margaret in his heart.
Sarah used to covet his money and wanted to take over The Hughes Group, but now she wanted more.
She longed for Raymond's care and affection.
She wanted Raymond to be with her forever. She would take Margaret's identity, grow old with Raymond, and have their own children.
That was her current goal.
Sarah's eyes were red. "Raymond, I love you. I've loved you for a long time. From the moment I first saw you, I was drawn to you."
Meantime, she thought, 'Raymond, do you think Sarah is pathetic, having to use Margaret's identity to express her passionate feelings? I love you, Raymond. I'm Sarah, not Margaret. I met you before Margaret did, and I loved you first. My love is no less than Margaret's.'
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