My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 75

Chapter 0075 

Fred left the mansion fuming, but not before reminding Maximus that Mary needed to be seen at the hospital. If not, he would have no choice but to inform Catherine of everything. 

Once Fred was gone, Maximus approached Mary, who was sitting quietly in the garden, still trying in vain to recover her lost memories. Her mind felt like a puzzle missing critical pieces, her memory frozen at the day after their wedding. 

“Mary, how are you feeling?” he asked cautiously. 

“I’m fine,” she replied softly. “My body aches, but I think the medicine will help.” 

“Do you want me to help you to your room?” 

“I think I can manage. I don’t want to trouble you.” 

“Come on,” he said gently, crouching down. “Hold onto my neck. I’ll carry you.” 

Still dazed, she looped her arm around his neck. As he carried her, Maximus couldn’t help but notice how frail she had become in such a short time. Living with him had clearly taken a toll. 

“Sir, is the missus all right?” Matthew asked as Maximus carried Mary through the front door. 

“She’s fine,” Maximus said curtly. “Just a bit unwell. I’m taking her to her room. 

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Matthew’s expression betrayed his disbelief. He couldn’t reconcile the fragile woman in Maximus’s arms with the disturbing truth of her situation. But he said nothing, knowing his opinion was irrelevant. 

Maximus took Mary to the master bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Mary blinked in surprise, unsure what to make of this unexpected gesture. Just the day before, he had made it clear she wasn’t welcome in this room. 

“Maximus, it’s not necessary. I can go to my own room- 

“No,” he interrupted firmly. “Your fall was serious. I want to keep an eye on you for any aftereffects. Fred said we need to go to the hospital later, so rest for now.” 

Her head throbbed, and she was too exhausted to argue. She lay back, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor. Yesterday, his gaze had been full of contempt; today, there was a hint of concern. She decided not to press her luck and closed her eyes. 

Mary was startled awake hours later by a vivid nightmare. In her dream, she stood in a graveyard, sobbing over the graves of Peter, her grandfather, and Grandma Catherine. 

“No, Peter! Nooo! Grandpa! Grandma!” she screamed, bolting upright, drenched in sweat and tears. 

Maximus, hearing her cries from his study, rushed to the bedroom. He found her trembling, her face 

wet with tears, 

“Mary! Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry. 

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Her eyes darted around the room before landing on him. Confusion and fear filled her expression as she scrambled to her feet. 

“What am I doing here? What did you do to me? Where’s my grandfather? Tell me, what have you done to them?” she demanded, her voice shaking 

It was clear from her reaction that her memories had returned. 

“Mary, you fell down the stairs- 

“That’s a lie!” she yelled, stepping back. “You’re trying to kill me! Why are you keeping me here? You don’t love me, and I don’t know what I feel for you, but it’s definitely not love it’s fear!” 

“Mary, please, calm down-” 

As Maximus stepped closer, she grabbed whatever was within reach and began hurling objects at him. A vase, books, and decorative items flew past his head as she screamed. 

Losing control again, Maximus slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the floor. She ⚫ clutched her cheek, sobbing. 

“Is this why you wanted me?” she cried bitterly. “Is this what you married me for? What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?” 

“Mary, I asked you to calm down, and you didn’t listen. You left me no choice. You don’t have any self- control,” he said coldly. 

“Self–control? This is what you call self–control?” she sobbed, her voice filled with despair. 

“I’m done arguing with you,” he snapped. “You know what you’ve done, but you always play the victim. Yes, I was worried about your fall, but I see you’re still the same stubborn, spoiled girl. I’m not in the mood for this anymore–I’m leaving.” 

Maximus stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He needed to see Alexia, his refuge, the woman who soothed him. Anything to forget the chaos of his marriage to Mary- 

Left alone on the floor, Mary wept, overwhelmed by pain and hopelessness. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and her spirit felt broken. She realized escaping Maximus wouldn’t be easy. Wherever she went, he would find her. 

Slowly, she stood and stumbled toward her room. She needed her phone–someone to call for help. But when she found it, her heart sank. The device was shattered, clearly stomped to pieces. 

With no way to contact anyone, she felt trapped. Exhausted and still in pain, she lay down to relieve the pounding in her head and drifted into an uneasy sleep. 

The next morning, a knock at her door startled her awake 

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” Emma’s voice came from the other side.