Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 870 Passive

Emelie didn't flinch. "If you're serious, then let's go through with it."

The silence on Wesley's end was heavy, but Emelie could hear the shift in his breathing as it grew more uneven.

She stood up and walked to the coffee machine, switching the call to speaker mode while making herself an espresso.

Coffee had always been her thing. She was better at it than most baristas.

Back in her days as a secretary, making coffee for bosses and clients was second nature. And, being who she was, she made sure to do everything with precision and perfection.

She measured the coffee grounds, carefully tamping them down into the portafilter, her movements slow and deliberate.

Her voice was just as steady as her hands. "You know, when I look back, I've spent my whole life being passive.

"My mom left with my brother, leaving me behind at the Pierce Residence. I didn't choose the Hovens; they adopted me by chance. You left me when we were in love. My adoptive parents used me to pay off their debts.

"William saved me one night in the rain, then made me his secretary. He used me, manipulated me, and tossed me aside when it was convenient. You brought me to Mercianna, saved me, and proposed to me. Let's not forget how both you and Mrs. Filo kept me in the dark for all this while."

With a sharp click, Emelie locked the portafilter into place. She reached into the glass cabinet and pulled out a delicate coffee cup, its smooth surface was cool against her fingertips.

"I'm used to it by now," she said, her voice steady. "One more time won't change a thing. So, if you still want the wedding to go on, if you want me as your bride, then I'll be your bride. I'll walk down that aisle with you, hand in hand, and we'll stand there in front of everyone like nothing ever happened."

the button, and the espresso began to drip slowly, filling

inhaled the bold aroma, and took a slow sip. It was strong and unsweetened, the bitter edge lingering on her

the distant sounds of her making coffee. He glanced at

and it tasted like ash. Bitter in a way that

to himself than to her, "Mom didn't

he knew that she was

she didn't even know that you'd been taken in by the Hovens. Her plan was to take both you and your brother. When she found out where you were, she went to get you, but the Hovens were treating you so well, like you were one

you to stay with them. You know, they say 'don't put all your eggs in one basket. Back then,

absorb his words before continuing, "Mom always had people keeping an eye on

indifferent "mm", as if she'd heard it all before and none

anymore.

lower, steady but tired. "I'm not pointing fingers or trying to defend anyone. I'm just telling

the conversation had drained the last of his energy. The line went

in his chair, letting his shoulders slump against the plush leather. He stayed in that position for a long, heavy moment as he got lost in

Wesley get some sleep. After all, he hadn't rested all night. But when

hadn't slept. His mind had been racing, consumed by

he thinking about? That was a question only Wesley could

action was Wesley picking up his phone once more. This time, he dialed

"Sam," he said.

ended her call with Wesley, she immediately dialed Ashley's number. "Ashley,

was still a bit early for dinner, so she picked