All too late for his love

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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.

“Matthew, I…”

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.

in death, Aaron and Nicola, would never

irony–bereft of everything, yet unable to seek retribution for Nicola,

a haughty, disdainful sound that grated

surge of adrenaline, Willow pushed aside the fear of Matthew snapping her neck and lunged at Skyler. Spotting a shard of broken wood on

out of your

not even with Matthew’s hand tightening around her throat. Skyler took

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

determined to make her feel

“Thunk!”

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

were a rabid dog. That way, she’d be capable of tearing apart everyone who had ever wronged

gone off the deep end. Let’s just leave her be.

eager to get Matthew away so she could continue her cruel game with

heard Wilhelmina’s name, he’d bolt to the hospital. Instead, he barked orders to

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