My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 0413 

+25 BONUS 

“Now, I promise you something. There will not be a day or night that you don’t think about me. You are now tied to me forever, at least until I decide I don’t want you by my side anymore. Think of it as a kindness, my dear Alexia. Maximus was going to kill you. He already found out you killed me, or at least that you gave the order. Your life without the Palmer name would have been a complete hell. Your parents would suffer the consequences of your bad decisions. Now, you carry the Palmer name again, but you belong to me, and I’m not letting you go so easily. We’re going to grow old together.” 

“Peter, you’re a dann bastard! What do you want from me? Huh? Do you like me or something? Damn!” 

“Like you! Please! Have you looked at yourself in a mirror? You’re old, and you’re good for nothing! I just want you to suffer the same way I did, or the way everyone you’ve hurt did. Do you know how many lives you ruined with your actions?” 

The calm Peter everyone knew at home was now filled with rage. In that moment, he could have ended the woman’s life, but he didn’t. He wanted her to stay alive, to suffer the monotony of a life incapacitated. At first, Alden was supposed to take that role, but Peter didn’t allow it. He would never let his son carry something that wasn’t his time to carry. If anyone had to punish this woman, it had to be him because she had taken everything 

from him. 

“I don’t understand your need to keep me alive. Look at me! I’m useless, I can’t do anything!” Alexia said with Irritation. 

“That’s what I want to see! I want you to watch your life dig itself into the ground with every breath you take! I want you to watch your life through that window! I want you to long for the past!” 

“Damn it, Alexia! Your damn ambition led us to where we are now! Don’t you realize it? Without me, you are, will be, nothing!” Peter shouted, smiling. 

and 

Seeing how vulnerable she was, Alexia chose to stay quiet, crying silently. Peter was right. Her world had ended overnight, and there wasn’t a day that went by when she didn’t long for those times. 

During the first few days, they had kept her sedated, as she had outbursts of anger, but over time, she calmed down. She didn’t know any of the people who took care of her; she only knew that someone was paying for it. She still believed that this so–called Mr. Palmer was her husband. She never imagined, in her wildest thoughts, that her actual husband was Peter Palmer, the one who many years ago she had ordered to be killed, not only for his actions, but also for finding out about her affair with Gabriel. 

Eliya quickly returned from the errand Peter had asked of her. She brought a tray of food and found her patient asleep while Peter was checking his phone. The man stood up from the armchair where he had been sitting, smiled at her, and said in a quiet voice: 

“I’ve spoken to my wife. She will behave better. Take good care of her. I need to go back home, but she prefers to stay here. It’s a very peaceful place.” 

“I understand, Mr. Palmer. She’s not a bad person. It’s just that she gets desperate not being able to do anything but stare out the window. I suppose she lived a different life before, but you’re so kind to her, it’s clear that you love her.” 

Peter looked at the woman who was asleep and said: