Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 565 It Was Their Tum to Die

Dreams weren’t her sanctuary from reality. She never knew when she might relive that event in the wilderness in her dreams again.

The wound where William shot the arrow at her had indeed healed, leaving only a coin–sized scar. Yet, with every heartbeat, the pain in her chest still throbbed. Each bear w

reminder of that event

Emelie took a deep breath, and her eyes suddenly turned red as she exhaled. “I don’t know, Wesley, I don’t know how to face it.”

She didn’t know how to face Greta’s death, the pain of the arrow wound, the destruction of her family, and William’s attempts to take her life. There were too many questions, and she couldn’t find a single answer.

Why did these things happen? Why did she always have to endure such things?

Emelie sat on the floor. The wooden boards were cold and hard, and the chill crept up her limbs. The mirrors around her reflected her trembling body.

Even her voice was shaking. “I feel like I should have died that day”

Emelie was supposed to be the most resilient. No matter how much William tried to crush her, she never bowed her head nor did she ever feel defeated. But now, all she talked about was death, like a faded old photograph that was gray and lifeless.

Wesley knew she was in great pain. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been in a coma for so many days post–surgery. The doctors said she had no will to live at that time.

Capebatt City and start anew, he would let

she pretended to sleep during the day and sat hugging her knees through the night until dawn. She couldn’t let go of

red, but

lifted her face. Her eyes were red, but there were no tears.

way out, but do

she

really want

lived lavishly? Did she want to let those who

she really

possibly

tightly that her palms hurt. It was as if she were struggling

Davis family, the

so unrestrained? Why

Pierce family 26 years ago and then forced the Hown family to their deaths 26 years later. Who did they think they were? What did they think they were?

she a tish on the chopping block, a lamb to the slaughter, a rabbit in a trap, or a bird with no branch to cling to within range of

in Emelie’s chest, reviving her nearly lifeless form, since she hadn’t died 26 years ago and didn’t die 26 years later, it was now their

eyes, which were something he

a wolf that would stop at nothing

the Pierce