[The reason was that Aaron Wyatt was right there in front of us. She wanted him to go in and save Annabelle Linton to create a misunderstanding… and like the moron I am, I fell for it!
I walked into the warehouse and saw them hugging and crying, having cheated death. I turned around and left on the spot. Annabelle Linton tried to explain, but I sarcastically told her I'd only saved her because I was afraid I couldn't answer to Grandpa. But that wasn't true.
Because I heard it loud and clear—the me in the dream threw Vivian Yates to the ground and told her that Annabelle Linton was my wife, my responsibility.
I'm always like this. I want to cherish her, but my temper gets in the way. I want to care for her, yet I'm the one who pushes her away.
…It's the same now, and I regret it so much.
But why don't I have any memory of this dream at all?
Was I hypnotized by Vivian Yates again? No.
But what on earth is going on? I have no idea either.]
