All too late for his love

Wilhelmina's heart skipped a beat. She fought to maintain her composure.

"Matt, what's that supposed to mean? Isn't it obvious that Willow is using that kid to get to you and turn him against me?"

"Willa, did that kid actually push you?" Matthew's e bore into her, his voice cold and probing.

Wilhelmina, normally unapologetic for her actions, felt an unsettling wave of apprehension wash over her at Matthew's icy Interrogation. "Of course! If Aaron hadn't pushed me, how else would I have fallen?

"But Matt, please, don't blame him. No matter what Willow might have influenced him to do, he's just a kid!"

Matthew's memory was razor-sharp. He had only heard the recording once, yet he could repeat it word for word.

"Aaron, Matt hates you, and he hates your mom, Willow, even more.

"Do you know why he hates your mom so much? Because Willow is cheap and shameless. She'll sleep with anyone. Just the sight of her makes Matt sick!"

As Wilhelmina listened to Matthew's monotonous delivery, her face drained of color.

She tried to speak up in her defense. But before she could, Matthew's voice pierced the air again, cold and unwavering. "Willa, I saw the video. You tripped on your own."

Wilhelmina's face was drained of color. She hadn't counted on Matthew's parking spot being under surveillance. Frantically, she tried to clear her name.

"Matt, it's not what you think! It's not like that at all! You've got it all wrong!

"The heels of my shoes were too high, and I accidentally twisted my ankle. I thought Aaron had pushed me! Matt, please, listen to me!

"I didn't mean to set up Aaron and Willow! I genuinely didn't realize he hadn't pushed me! I was in so much pain when I fell. I was disoriented!"

Matthew sneered, his tired eyes veiled with darkness. If only Wilhelmina had admitted to her actions, perhaps he wouldn't feel so repulsed. But her desperate denial only deepened his disgust.

He had often claimed that Willow was filthy, that she made him sick. Yet, deep down, Willow never truly disgusted him. Instead, he found himself inexplicably drawn to her time and time again.

He thought it was almost laughable that the one who truly disgusted him was the woman he had loved for so many years-Willa, the one he had imagined spending his life with.

Despite Wilhelmina's sordid history of framing Willow, he had always chosen to believe her. It wasn't out of gullibility but out of sheer love and a desire to trust her. But now, his trust had become the most ludicrous of jokes.

"Matt, can't you just believe me? I've seen the error of my ways. I've m suffered, I've paid the price, and I genuinely want to make things right with Willow."

As he gazed upon Wilhelmina's tear-streaked face, Matthew felt an overwhelming sense of weariness. wash over him. He couldn't even muster the desire to offer a comforting embrace to the girl he'd once loved with all his heart.

"Willa, you're my wife. I'll make sure you have everything you need: a life of comfort and luxury. But beyond that, I can't make any promises."

With a cool detachment, Matthew gently freed himself from Wilhelmina's grasp and turned away, not bothering to look back.

"Matt!" Wilhelmina scrambled to stop him, but her frantic movements only ments, only resulted in a tumble to the floor. She fell, heavily to the ground, hitting her head on the nightstand in a chaotic flurry of desperation. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.