Chapter 333: Killed her
Remo sat there, staring at the floor, the weight of the past crashing down on him in a way he hadn’t expected. For years, he had lived with the blurred memories of Isabella, the woman he thought he had loved, the woman whose death had haunted him. But now, the truth had ripped open old wounds he didn’t even realize were festering.
Abby watched him, her heart breaking for him. She had never seen him like this. Remo was always the strong one—the unshakable force in her life, the man who stood tall even when everything around them crumbled. But now, sitting here with the truth of Isabella’s betrayal hanging between them, he looked...lost.
"Remo..." Abby whispered, her voice gentle. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He didn’t react at first, his body tense and rigid, as if he were holding himself together by sheer willpower. But then, slowly, he turned his head to look at her. His dark eyes, usually so full of fire and determination, were now clouded with pain and confusion.
"I don’t know what to do with this," Remo finally said, his voice raw, barely above a whisper. "I’ve spent so long trying to forget her, trying to move on... and now... now it turns out I didn’t even know the truth."
Abby moved closer, her hand gently trailing down his arm, offering him a quiet comfort. "You don’t have to figure it out right now," she said softly. "You’ve been through so much already. You don’t have to carry this alone."
Remo’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, Abby thought he might push her away, retreat back into the cold shell he sometimes wore like armor. But instead, something in him seemed to break. His hands, which had been gripping the edge of the couch tightly, loosened, and his whole body sagged as if the weight of everything was finally too much to bear.
"I don’t even remember it clearly," he admitted, his voice shaking. "I thought... I thought I loved her. I thought I’d lost everything when she died. But now..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I didn’t even know who she really was."
Abby felt tears prick at her eyes. She couldn’t imagine how hard this was for him. To find out that the woman he had mourned, the woman he had once believed to be his future, had betrayed him in the worst way. And not only that—he had chased her, had been a part of the tragedy that had taken her life. The guilt he must be feeling was unimaginable.
"You didn’t deserve that," Abby said, her voice firm. "None of this was your fault, Remo. You were betrayed. You were hurt. And what happened after... it wasn’t on you. You’ve carried this guilt for too long."
Remo’s eyes flicked to hers, a storm of emotions swirling within them. "I chased her, Abby," he said, his voice breaking. "I couldn’t let her go. I was so angry, so heartbroken... and I chased her. And now she’s dead. How can you say it wasn’t my fault?"
Abby took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Listen to me," she said, her voice strong. "You didn’t kill her, Remo. What happened was an accident. You were hurt, betrayed, but that doesn’t make you responsible for her death. You need to stop carrying this weight."