His love

Willow would rather slit her wrists than let him touch her. The thought sent waves of fury through Matthew but also stabbed him with an agonizing ache. 

Before he could even attempt to calm himself, a USB drive was hurled at his face. 

“Matthew, I might not care much for Willow, but she’s still my woman. And my woman ain’t someone you can just mess with or falsely accuse,” Zayn spat. 

“Today, you and Wilhelmina hurt her, Mark my words: neither of you are getting away with it.” Zayn swiftly scooped up Willow and dashed out of the room. 

Matthew stood there, stunned, unable to move. His mind was consumed by the image of Zayn carrying Willow away, her wrist still bleeding. 

Drop by drop, her blood seemed endless, sapping away her life force. 

“Mr. Mayer…” The servant approached cautiously. But Matthew remained lost in his thoughts and was oblivious to the servant’s presence. 

After what felt like an eternity, Matthew slowly stooped to pick up the fallen USB drive. Deep down, he knew it held something crucial, perhaps tied to either him or Willow. 

Quickly booting up his computer, he inserted the USB drive. The computer responded with lightning speed. Within moments, he was watching the video stored on the drive. 

It featured Willow and Wilhelmina, though there was no sound. Still, Matthew could clearly see Wilhelmina suddenly dropping to her knees in front of Willow, catching her off guard. 

Willow seemed eager to steer clear of Wilhelmina, attempting to move past her and down the stairs. But then, without warning, Wilhelmina hurled herself down the stairs. Willow never laid a hand on her. 

As Wilhelmina tumbled downward, Willow’s shock was palpable. She reached out instinctively, attempting to grab hold of Wilhelmina, but it was too late. The fall was too swift, and she slipped through Willow’s grasp. 

After replaying the video numerous times, Matthew couldn’t shake off the shock. It was crystal clear: Wilhelmina had orchestrated the entire scene, dragging an unsuspecting Willow into her treacherous plot. 

The realization hit Matthew like a ton of bricks, shattering his beliefs and leaving him in unbearable anguish. 

When he saw Wilhelmina fall down the stairs with Willow standing nearby, her hand raised, Matthew Immediately jumped to the conclusion that Willow was at fault. 

After all, how could he doubt what his own eyes had seen? As the realization dawned on him, Matthew felt the weight of his grave mistakes crush down on him. 

The first time he falsely accused Willow, he cut off her little finger. The second time, he inflicted severe injuries on her. This time, he desecrated the graves of her child and best friend and drove her to the brink 

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The image of blood trickling from Willow’s wrist replayed in his mind like a relentless loop, accompanied by her chilling words: “Matthew, I don’t need you to send me to hell. I’m about to die anyway.” 

She had said she was about to die, and she hadn’t been lying. She was truly resigned to her fate. 

Matthew dashed out of the room in a frenzy. But if she died, what would become of him, the executioner 

who had driven her to this end?