Agnes' Awakening: From Zero to His Whole World novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 His Question

Raymond watched her, his expression unreadable, and after a long pause, a faint, tired smile touched his lips.

It was just as he had always feared. Maybe she had never loved him at all, and everything between them had been nothing but his own desperate hopes.

He spoke in a low, hoarse voice. “Two years ago, in our first year of marriage, I came home early one night

“I overheard you talking with my mother.

“In that moment, I wished I had never walked through that door.

“You said there was someone else you loved.

“If it weren’t for your mother, you would never have come to the Newtons, never would have gotten close to me, and you certainly wouldn’t have married me.

“My mother tried to persuade you. I saw you crying, crying so hard, so painfully, so helplessly.

“Agnes, was marrying me really that unbearable?”

A bitter laugh slipped out of Raymond, hollow and sharp. “I honestly thought that year we spent together was real happiness. But then… why did I have to hear all that? Every time you were with me, were you really thinking about someone else?”

His eyes dulled, his whole face sinking into exhaustion and defeat.

“All that time, I was miserable. I thought about letting you go, really setting you free, but I just couldn’t.

“You were everywhere.

“When I opened my eyes, I saw you. When I closed them, it was still you.

“I drowned myself in alcohol. I stopped coming home. I ignored you.

“When Hillary came back from Montara, I used her just to make you angry.

“I wanted to drive you away, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it, to ask you to leave.

“I’m sorry. I was torturing myself, and I was torturing you.”

Suddenly, he looked up at her, his expression raw with regret. He grabbed Agnes’s hand, his grip desperate.

“I’m sorry, Agnes. I know you hate me now. I was the one who lost you. Can you give me one more chance? Can we start over? Can we-”

Across from him, Agnes was already sobbing, her whole body trembling. She raised her hand and slapped Raymond across the face, the sound ringing out sharply in the room. “You bastard!”

She broke down, her voice shaking with grief and rage, swinging her arms to pound against his chest. “You bastard! You piece of garbage! Why didn’t you ever say anything before?

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Chapter 135 His Question

“Why did you never come and ask me? Because of that twisted conversation you overheard, you doubted

and denied me!

“You made me and my poor child pay for your stupidity! Go to hell! I won’t forgive you!

“I’ll never give you another chance! You don’t deserve it!”

Raymond stood motionless, letting Agnes hit him with all the strength she had left.

His mind spun, her words crashing through him, leaving him shaken. Could he have misunderstood everything, all those years ago?

No, it couldn’t be. He had heard every word and seen it all with his own eyes.

He seized Agnes‘ wrists, holding her tight as desperation flooded his voice. “Agnes, if what I heard wasn’t true, then what was it? Tell me! What really happened? Do you love me? Just tell me–do you?”

Agnes glared at him, her eyes rimmed with red, wild with fury. “Does it matter if I loved you? After all these years? I’ve been broken by this. I lost my child.

“You think you can say you’re sorry, that it was all a misunderstanding, and that will fix everything?

“You’re delusional! Raymond, just pretend I never loved you. I never owed you anything! We’re done. Divorce me!”

When she finished, she kicked Raymond off the bed with a single, furious motion.

Tomorrow, when she finally left this place and went back to Grandridge, everything between them would be finished.

All those years of misery had been nothing but the result of his own demons. He was nothing but a selfish coward.

They could have had a real life together. That year, they truly loved each other. But he was the one who destroyed it all.

Agnes didn’t even want to explain what she’d said to his mother all those years ago. He deserved to feel what it was like to be wrongly accused.

Raymond knew he was at fault. Seeing Agnes so distraught, he forced himself not to argue, giving her space to calm down.

That night, he was shaken to his core. Even though Agnes never answered his question, her mention of a twisted conversation echoed in his mind. His heart pounded with a new, desperate hope.

He swore to himself he would never repeat the same mistake.

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