SWNOVELS Chapter 2236
After discovering the truth about his origins, Wayne's curiosity about Ayden soared to unprecedented levels. Besides the diary, he wanted to know more about Ayden's life. Finding out that Ayden had murdered his pregnant fiancée was an easy thing; plenty of people knew about it at the time.
The revelation hit Wayne hard.
From that moment on, Wayne sealed his memory about Ayden away, much like he did with his memory to Natalie, refusing to think or let others speak of it.
He was taken aback by Penn's words.
Then, Penn told Wayne about the crime Yvette had committed.d2
Wayne's response was sluggish, hindered by the medication and physical therapy he was undergoing.
After hearing Penn out, he furrowed his brow and looked at him incredulously, "Just for such a ludicrous reason? She destroyed her own sister's and Ayden's lives?"
"It's not just about those two," Penn said, eyes downcast.
But Wayne's thoughts quickly jumped elsewhere, "You said earlier that it was because of Rosalynn you learned the truth? How did she know? Has something happened to her?" His visible concern was palpable.
Briefly and concisely, Penn explained how Rosalynn had come to suspect Yvette, how she had someone exhume Yvette's grave to find the diary, and how she had managed to catch Rose in the process. Relieved to learn that Rosalynn was orchestrating everything without coming to harm, Wayne visibly relaxed, then blurted out, "She's always been the smartest."
Penn looked at Wayne.
Wayne added, "To think of exhuming a grave... she's really something."
Penn managed a weary, indulgent smile, "Is she perfect in your eyes?" Wayne nodded, "Of course."
But then he hesitated, his brow creasing slightly, "Well, not entirely."
Penn's curiosity was piqued, "Where is she not perfect?"
"She's too tough, not coming to see me for so long." Wayne's large frame slowly retreated under the covers, and then he turned his back to Penn, lying on his side.
His mood seemed to plummet into despondency.
"She'd rather wait for you to come home than to visit," Penn gently patted Wayne's shoulder, "Wayne, I know the past weighs heavily on both of us. I've told you the truth in hopes that you'll be able to step out of the shadows first and find real peace."
"What about you?" Wayne asked suddenly.
Penn seemed unusually burdened that day. He remained silent for a moment, his mind's eye filled with Rose's loathing and venomous words.
He patted Wayne's shoulder again. Without a word, Penn stood up and left the hospital room.
Only a small bedside lamp remained on, casting a dim glow.
Penn never said it, but Wayne knew the lamp must have been a gift from his wife. They had a similar one in their bedroom back in the apartment they shared.
When they first moved in together, Wayne had suffered from terrible insomnia; he couldn't sleep in total darkness and would become incredibly agitated.
Rosalynn had found this lamp with a tiny essential oil diffuser. She would add a very subtle, calming scent to it.
Wayne didn't even realize it, but ever since Rosalynn came into his life, his insomnia had disappeared.
Time couldn't dilute longing; that was a truth Wayne had come to understand.
Lately, he missed his wife more and more, to the point of crying himself to sleep.
He was compliant with the treatment-taking his medicine, undergoing physical and hypnotherapy.