Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 818 So Hurtful, So Resolute

She was gripping the bedsheet like it was her lifeline, veins popping out on the back of her hand.

But Donovan's back was like a wall, cold and unyielding.

Catherine's eyes shot up to the ceiling, and tears started streaming down her face.

Still, she didn't think she was wrong. What's wrong with loving someone, right?

From the moment she fell for Donovan, she was all in, heart and soul.

He didn't like her? Whatever. She had time. He'd forget Barbara eventually.

Even if he didn't love her after they got hitched, no biggie. She'd have a couple of kids to lock him down.

She kept compromising, never thinking it would end like this.

Catherine felt like her chest was gonna explode, the pain was unreal, and lying in bed, she couldn't even let it out.

She'd even forgotten about Selena. Everything she did was to get Donovan's attention.

When she realized Donovan was so cold, Selena, that pushover, didn't matter anymore.

Even if Donovan hated her now, he'd still check on her to keep Raymond from messing with the White family.

That was enough for her.

Who cared about losing a healthy body? At least she got Donovan's concern.

The night got darker.

At Manston Manor, Raymond had his back to the doc, getting his wound patched up.

He didn't flinch, just kept thinking about that ring.

Selena's face when she saw that ring was still clear in his mind. When he tossed it, she went pale, like he'd ripped out a piece of her heart.

He remembered what William said, that maybe she had someone she liked before, and he smirked.

Better if she didn't. If he found out she did, he'd definitely kill her!

Raymond was about to crash upstairs when John walked in. "Mr. Montague, the ring for Ms. Cooper is ready."

Raymond had told them to make the diamond as big as possible.

But the local stuff wasn't good enough, so they got one from abroad, and it just came in.

It even had Selena's initials on it.

"Chuck it." Raymond's voice was ice-cold. Some other guy had already given her a ring; she didn't care about his anymore.

"More importantly, she clearly preferred the one given by the other dude. No taste," Raymond thought to himself.

John was taken aback, guessing they probably had another spat, so he kept his mouth shut.

Raymond headed upstairs to his bedroom.

The bed still had her scent lingering.

When a guy's into a girl, just thinking about her can get him all worked up, that feeling spreading through his whole body. Lying in the blanket that smelled like her, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

That time they hooked up wasn't satisfying enough.

He rolled over and hugged the pillow she used, feeling a bit better.

But in the middle of the night, he woke up again, restless.

He got up and pushed open the door to another room.

This was the studio he had Selena set up. After his head injury, he spent some time with her here, and those days were sweet.

But now, knowing he was her husband, thinking about it again felt like a punch to the gut.

It was like swallowing all the bitterness in the world!

Caterlington was right. If she hadn't been forced to reveal her identity that day, she probably would've kept it hidden!

"This hateful, detestable woman!" Raymond took a deep breath and started painting with the nearby paints.

His wild emotions gradually calmed down, and his strokes became much gentler.

After finishing Selena's face, he admired it for a while, brush still in hand.

He hadn't painted in ages. The last time he picked up a brush was when he met her in Ridgefield.

Being in his position, it was hard to replace time for hobbies. Plus, the Montague family always reminded him that this role was inherited from Christophe, and he couldn't let the deceased down. Even painting couldn't bring peace. Once he started, he'd hear Christophe's name again.

"Christophe also loved painting these things, Raymond, did you learn this technique from him?"

"If it weren't for saving you back then, Christophe probably wouldn't have entered the research institute. He might have studied art instead; he was good at everything."

Such comments made him hate touching anything related to Christophe.

But Christophe himself did nothing wrong; he was just too damn good, making Raymond, his younger brother, seem a bit dim in comparison.