Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 287

“Shut up!” Brendan bellowed with all his might. His wound vibrated with his growl, making him cry out at the sharp pain in tandem.

His vision blurred. His knees buckled.

Her car had fallen into the sea? She had died?

Impossible! That was insane! She had been so alive yesterday when she had cursed his name, made how much he disgusted her plain, and screamed about avenging her mother! She had been so alive when she’d wished he was dead! And now… her fate was suddenly uncertain?

Brendan’s vision turned black and he toppled.

A nurse screamed nearby.

Before his consciousness faded out, he muttered, “Deirdre… Deirdre…”

He had a dream.

In the first few days after Deirdre’s incarceration, Brendan had been surprisingly unaccustomed to her absence. As soon as he’d return to the house, he would instinctively call out, “Deirdre, make me some mushroom soup!”

He would then stop himself, and the newly-hired cook would smile nervously. “Wow, Mr. Brighthall. This Deirdre girl must mean a lot to you, huh? But she’s been away for a while now, sir, so I’ll make you mushroom soup. I’m not half-bad at it either…”

Even after her imprisonment, he had realized her shadow still lingered in his head.

At midnight, after finishing up a particularly heady load of work, his head would hurt. He would go to her room unthinkingly and order, “Deirdre, I need a head massage.”

The shadows in her unlit room would glare back at him and his frown.

Brendan had told himself it was just a force of habit. For two years of marriage, Deirdre’s presence had littered all over his life. She was just a part of his days, and nobody could be reasonably expected to change their habits at the drop of a hat.

He had simply gotten used to her, he had told himself. Once he got used to her absence, he would forget who Deirdre McKinnon ever was.

And yet, as the days had passed, he had realized he missed her.

He missed how understanding she was. How docile and obedient she was. How perceptive she was. How well she was at reading the room—