Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 176

Willa was certain now—Sheridan marrying her was all but guaranteed.

She'd finally beaten Seren. The title of Mrs. Powers would be hers and hers alone.

It wasn't until Sheridan's figure disappeared down the hallway that Willa closed the door. As she made her way back to bed, she passed the coffee table.

What had been a tidy surface was now a mess—an opened pillbox, bits of plastic packaging scattered carelessly across the table.

The lights were off; the room was dim. She couldn't make out the words on the box, but the packaging looked oddly familiar. Driven by curiosity, she picked it up and squinted at the label: bold black letters on a white background—"Emergency Contraceptive."

The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning. Willa froze in place.

It dawned on her, belatedly: the medicine Sheridan had coaxed her to take earlier—half-awake, half-confused—had been emergency contraception.

Sheridan had made her take it. He didn't want a child. He had no intention of marrying her.

Willa drew a shaky breath, forcing herself to stay calm. She tapped her phone to check the time.

It had already been half an hour since she swallowed the pill. Even if she ran to the bathroom now, it would be pointless.

Her entire plan—to get pregnant and secure a marriage—was ruined.

She lost it. The defeat, the humiliation of being played so thoroughly, overwhelmed her. In a fit of rage, she swept everything off the coffee table, sending boxes and wrappers clattering to the floor.

She always thought herself clever, always one step ahead. But Sheridan had played her like a fiddle, and she hadn't even realized.

She'd actually believed she had him wrapped around her finger.

How pathetic. How laughable.

She'd spent years moving effortlessly between men, always in control, always getting what she wanted. Not one of them had managed to best her.

Yet here she was, utterly outmaneuvered by Sheridan.

All the time, all the effort, the expensive powders she'd bought—wasted. She'd gotten absolutely nothing in return.

The sting of failure, the shame of being duped, pressed down on her like a suffocating weight.

Willa was so furious, any hint of sleep vanished. Her hands shook with rage.

At that moment, her phone chimed—a text.

She snatched it up. It was from Sheridan.

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