His love

As fate would have it, a fruit knife sat on the nightstand. Willow’s hand shook as she reached for it, gripping it tightly before slashing it across her left wrist. 

She had briefly entertained the idea of turning the knife on Matthew. But despite the hurt and betrayal, four years of shared experiences had forged an unbreakable bond, 

Even though he had wounded her deeply, she couldn’t find it in herself to inflict harm upon him. Since she couldn’t bring herself to harm him, she resolved to walk her own path to the afterlife. 

As the blood poured from her wrist, Willow felt an unexpected sense of calm wash over her. 

At last, she could escape the final humiliation. It was the right choice. 

Now, she could reunite with Aaron and Nicola. On the journey to the afterlife, she would be adorned in her best attire, prepared to honor her vow to marry Kenan. 

Matthew couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease as Willow suddenly ceased struggling. But almost immediately, he knew why. 

This brazen woman loved to play cat–and–mouse games, She might be saying no now, but deep down, she probably craved nothing more than to bear his child. 

Matthew sneered. As he was ready to tear off her clothes in a fit of rage, the door was forcefully kicked open. 

A servant quivered behind Zayn, stuttering, “Mr. Mayer, I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop Mr. Carter… 

The moment Zayn stepped into the room, his eyes were assaulted by the shocking sight of vivid red. And that red was all dripping from Willow’s left wrist. 

In the blink of an eye, his eyes blazed as red as the blood pooling on the floor. Zayn’s fist crashed into Matthew’s face, violently wrenching him away and pulling Willow into his arms. 

“Willow!” Zayn’s voice echoed through the room. But she lay still as if life had already abandoned her. 

Stunned by the unexpected blow, Matthew seethed with frustration. His unfulfilled desire only fueled his anger, Intensifying his ire. 

His anger grew, his fists clenched, and he aimed a punch at Zayn. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Zayn, let her go!” Matthew demanded. 

Zayn caught Matthew’s fist. If it weren’t for Willow’s critical condition, he would have torn Matthew apart. Zayn threw Matthew’s hand aside. His lips curled into a derisive smirk. 

“Dragging a woman to the brink of suicide… Matthew, you’ve really outdone yourself,” Zayn taunted, hist words dripping with sarcasm. 

Matthew’s frustration boiled over at Zayn’s mocking tone. His expression darkened with disapproval. What the hell are you implying, Zayn?” 

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“Willow killed my child. She wanted to give me another. She- 

Matthew’s voice trailed off as he noticed the blood flowing from Willow’s wrist. The knife lay beside the bed, stained with her blood. She had used it to slash her own wrist. 

Matthew’s body trembled uncontrollably. His legs felt like they might give out beneath him. 

When he had forced himself on her, she had fought back. But when she suddenly stopped struggling, he had mistaken it for compliance. He never imagined she would become so still, so quiet. 

It wasn’t about giving in to him. She had chosen to end her own life.