CHAPTER 1591: CHAPTER 1591: FULL OF HOLES

Despite what Annie Anne said, her current behavior undoubtedly conveyed to Charlotte Thompson that everything she had suspected before was true.

In an instant, a surge of complex emotions overwhelmed Charlotte’s chest. She gazed incredulously at Annie Anne in front of her, her voice even a bit unsteady.

"Why, why would you do this?"

She truly couldn’t understand how Annie could do such a thing to hurt herself, as revenge against Oliver Hudson.

"Charlotte, you say you’re the one who knows me best." Annie Anne withdrew her hands, slowly straightening her back, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

"Do you think I’m any different now than I was before?"

"Even so, you can’t do this, you clearly..."

This time, before Charlotte could finish her sentence, Annie decisively interrupted, "Yes, I lied to you, I lied to everyone. I said I would forgive Oliver Hudson, that I would forget everything in the past and live well with him from now on."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and as she lowered her head, the strands of hair on her shoulders gently slipped down, covering half of her face.

"I even thought about deceiving myself. I tell myself every day that it’s over, that Oliver Hudson has changed, that I have children and have done things I wanted to do, and I won’t go back to those painful days."

Annie Anne took a deep breath, seemingly trying her best to make her voice sound calmer, but her slightly trembling shoulders had already betrayed her current emotions.

"But I can’t do it, Charlotte. What should I do? I fear thunder, darkness, everything I can see. Half of my life has been full of torment and deceit. How can you expect me to forget these things..."

As Annie Anne looked up, it was no surprise to see her tears blurring her cheeks, sliding down her slender jaw, and soaking into the table surface.

"Why must I live in such pain forever..."

Annie Anne seemed to unleash the shadows that had been hidden in her heart for so long, her intense sadness and dissatisfaction enveloping her fragile body with each breath.

This was the first time Charlotte had seen Annie Anne show such an expression.

Charlotte couldn’t help but blame herself internally. Why had she foolishly thought Annie Anne had emerged from those shadows before?

Seeing Annie Anne in such anguish, Charlotte felt as if a knife had been plunged into her own heart. Unable to resist, she stood up, reaching out to envelop Annie Anne in her arms.

"Charlotte, what should I do...I’m going insane..."

Annie Anne clutched tightly at the hem of Charlotte’s clothes, utterly helpless.

"But even so, you can’t use self-harm as a solution." Charlotte took a deep breath, gently patting Annie Anne’s back to comfort her.

"Charlotte, I have no other choice." Annie Anne tugged at the corner of her mouth, but the smile was so stiff and unpleasant.

Indeed, she was taking revenge on Oliver Hudson, but weren’t these actions also a punishment for herself?

Annie clearly understood in her heart that she had already stepped into the abyss, with no way to turn back.

The hatred in the name of love was like thorns on a vine, gradually entwining Annie Anne’s heart over time, leaving it riddled with scars.