Winning Her Heart Back

 Not Marrying

Emelie's eyes widened in shock. She was fueled by anger and summoned all her strength to push him away. However, William's earlier restraint had merely been a show of patience.

He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them against the wall above her head. Then, he shifted his grip from her chin to the back of her head, giving her no chance to escape.

"William..." Emelie managed to utter his name through a tiny gap in their kiss, only to be silenced again.

William's eyes had a red tinge, like a web of bloodshot veins or shattered glass.

In a burst of desperation, Emelie tried to strike at his most vulnerable spot. However, William anticipated her move and stomped on her foot, forcing it back to the ground.

The kiss was indescribable. It lacked any desire and felt more like a release. It was as if he were venting his frustration and grievances.

Was he actually feeling aggrieved? That was the most ridiculous joke Emelie had ever heard.

William bit her lip, and the faint taste of blood made their kiss even more unbearable.

Despite her desperate struggles, Emelie couldn't shake him off. Her chest heaved with anger, and she wished she could tear William apart piece by piece.

Eventually, she gave up on her futile efforts.

William sensed her helplessness and eased his grip. Then, he began to caress her with his tongue tenderly. Emelie remained unresponsive. Gradually, as if he had vented out his frustration, William slowly withdrew from her lips but still held onto her.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder and murmured, "That's not what you said. You told me you loved me. You called me Liam. You wanted to be Mrs. Middleton. You wore my ring, and we even went to City Hall together. You were even pregnant with my child. You loved me."

"Angel, you loved me," he repeated. "You loved me."

His voice grew hoarse, and his head remained bowed.

Emelie looked at him coldly. She noted the protruding bone at the back of his neck, which was his spine.

She recalled that when they reconciled in Weston, he had been similarly reluctant.

Back then, William was reluctant to accept that she no longer loved him as much. Now, he couldn't accept that she had never loved him at all.

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William's back visibly stiffened.

The room was warm and spring-like, and William's body radiated heat. Yet Emelie's voice was sharp, like icicles hanging from the eaves.

She said, "I might have had some affection for you, but it was never much. Even ants know to avoid water. What about humans, who are better at seeking advantages and avoiding harm?

"You know exactly how you've treated me. How could I ever truly fall for you? Never. Not from the beginning, and not until the end."

"What I felt was nothing more than self-delusion. After all, how could I endure those days and nights with

you without convincing myself that I liked you?

"William, I must have told you more than once that I wished I had never met you on that rainy night, haven't I?"

As she finished speaking, William suddenly lifted his head and grabbed her shoulders. "Stop!" Emelie's eyes were devoid of emotion, but her lips curled into a mocking smile.

William's gaze was filled with a mix of fury and indescribable pain. He restrained his grip as he was unwilling to cause her harm.

He pursed his lips and stared at her for a long while. "You sure have learned how to break hearts."

Her words weren't just hurtful, they felt like she was tearing his heart out. Every time he hurt her, she would strike at his heart in return. She would describe their past together as the darkest period of her life.

Emelie said calmly, "Let go."

"I won't," he replied.

Suddenly, William smiled. His expression softened as he cupped her face in his hands.

He said, "Angel, we're destined to be entangled for the rest of our lives. I won't marry anyone else, and you won't marry anyone else either. You'll either spend your life alone or be with me."

Emelie scoffed. "What a pipe dream."

"Well, it's not the first time I've had such dreams." William's demeanor was indifferent.

"In these past three years, I've dreamt more than once of you returning, of us resuming that abruptly interrupted wedding. In my dreams, you've been my wife countless times. So why aren't you my wife in reality?" he said.

Emelie thought he had lost his mind. "You're seriously ill."