His love

As Matthew listened to Willow’s fragmented words, his discomfort grew. “Matthew, I won’t ever forgive you. Never gonna forgive you…” 

Willow’s voice seemed distant. She was lost in her own turmoil, oblivious to his presence. And she wouldn’t forgive herself either. Because she had falled to protect Aaron and Nicola. 

“Shut your mouth, Willow!” 

Matthew’s words sliced through the tension as he clutched her throat in a fit of rage. 

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But Willow’s attempt at a response was silenced by the tightening grip, leaving her staring into the abyss, 

lost like a child in the dark. 

With nothing left, she knew. Even in death, Aaron and Nicola, would never forgive her. 

It was a bitter irony–bereft of everything, yet unable to seek retribution for Nicola, Aaron, Kenan, or her grandmother. 

Skyler’s laughter rang out. It was a haughty, disdainful sound that grated on Willow’s nerves. How could she find amusement in Willow’s suffering? 

With a surge of adrenaline, Willow pushed aside the fear of Matthew snapping her neck and lunged at Skyler. Spotting a shard of broken wood on the ground, Willow seized it and swung at Skyler’s head. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Willow?” 

No one expected Willow to act so boldly, not even with Matthew’s hand tightening around her throat. Skyler took the brunt of the blow. 

But Willow was weak, and it wasn’t enough to draw blood. Still, she continued to rain down blows on 

Skyler, determined to make her feel the same pain she endured. 

“Thunk!” 

Willow’s attack came to an abrupt halt as Matthew viciously slammed her to the ground. Looking down at her with disdain, he spat, “Willow, have you really turned into a rabid dog?” 

Willow’s laughter was tinged with bitterness and despair. She wished she were a rabid dog. That way, she’d be capable of tearing apart everyone who had ever wronged her. 

“Mr. Mayer, I reckon Willow’s gone off the deep end. Let’s just leave her be. Willa’s still waiting for you at the hospital,” Skyler suggested. 

She was eager to get Matthew away so she could continue her cruel game with Willow. 

She figured when Matthew heard Wilhelmina’s name, he’d bolt to the hospital. Instead, he barked orders to his crew, “Get Ms. Dawson back to the damn hospital!” 

Then, stepping forward, he yanked Willow up like she was a rag doll. Willow was limp and powerless as Matthew grabbed her shoulders and did as he pleased. 

“Mr. Mayer, Willa…” 

Matthew didn’t even glance at Skyler. His eyes drilled Into Willow with a hatred as sharp as a blade. Willow, you still owe me.” 

Skyler had planned to rough up Willow herself. But hearing Matthew’s words, she knew he wouldn’t go easy on her. 

Matthew’s ways were always brutal. Skyler savored the thought of Willow suffering. With Willow’s fate. sealed, Skyler turned and briskly left the cemetery. 

“Willow, you killed my child. Now, you owe Willa and I a child in return!”