All too late for his love

Chapter 321

“Willow!” Matthew’s head jerked up. His eyes blazed with a terrifying red–an unsettling mix of anger, hatred, and maybe even regret.

Willow, unfazed by his almost predatory fury, repeated her demand, “Matthew, apologize to Aaron!”

Matthew, too proud to ever consider apologizing to someone he deemed insignificant, hesitated. But then his eyes dropped to Willow’s left hand. Her hand was wrapped in thick bandages, yet even through the layers, blood had seeped through, staining her skin.

The bandages mostly covered the back of her hand. But as he looked closer, he noticed she was missing a finger. Even though the scab where her pinky had once been had healed, the scar couldn’t hide the pain

she’d endured.

And all of this–every bit of her suffering–was his doing. All at once, Matthew felt a wave of weakness

wash over him, his legs trembling beneath the weight of his doubts.

been so certain, so adamant in his belief that Willow was

realized she had

voice boomed with

intentions to harm

his fury grew. He was unable to comprehend how someone could be so easily manipulated by a woman

Willow seemingly manipulate lan into defending her ignited a fit of fierce anger. His remorse transformed

to this

dreams!”

she set you and this cripple up, you

coming!” Willow’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Matthew’s blind loyalty to Willa shook

was just a formality, not worth

Matthew was to Aaron.

Aaron’s heart. Only a genuine apology

us, and you even wanted to gouge my son’s

steady, though tension crackled in the air. “I won’t argue with you on that point. But here’s something

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