Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 886

Emelie's words threw William off. He had never thought that way. He never once had those thoughts crossed his mind. He couldn't tell if Emelie genuinely saw him like that or if she was just venting.

"I would never want you to suffer. I didn't give it much thought. I just knew I had to do it for you…" he explained, panic in his voice.

Where could he even begin to explain? What could he say to ease her anger?

William clasped Emelie's cold hands, pressing them against his warm forehead.

"You wanted revenge on your own, and didn't let Wesley help you. Of course, you wouldn't have let me either. That's why I had to act from behind the scenes. That's all I was trying to do," he said in a hoarse voice.

It wasn't about earning moral credit or playing the martyr.

"I'm worse than Charles, Bryan, or even Beathan. I treated you terribly, and I deserved to be the target of your anger," he said.

He deserved every bit of it.

Emelie tried to pull her hands away, but William held on too tightly.

He looked up, meeting her eyes with his. "Angel, I didn't want you to know any of this. I even hoped that you still hate me when I die. Maybe then you’d find some relief in my death. Maybe even some happiness. And if it made you happy even for a bit, I'd die without regret."

"So?" Emelie felt as if a ping-pong ball was stuck in her throat, and every word came out painfully. "Aren't you so selfless? Why are you here now? You're practically a dying man, and you want me to leave with you? To marry you? What? so I can be a widow?"

William pressed his lips together.

Emelie fell silent too. The cutting words and accusations from her were gone as silence filled the bedroom.

The Denning Residence had the best facilities. They had soundproof walls, and it was perfectly quiet once the door was closed.