Surviving My Obsessive Ex novel Chapter 13

In the hospital room, after the nurse finished applying medication to Margaret, she fell unconscious again.

Margaret wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but when she opened her eyes, everything around her was pitch black. She couldn’t see anything. The silence was deafening, and the pain from her wounds was the only thing reminding her that she was still alive.

She gave a hollow smile. How could she die?

Hadn’t the doctors diagnosed her with late-stage bone cancer, telling her she had less than a month to live?

After William made her blind, she was sent to the Bradford family’s basement, where she endured inhumane torture. All she felt was pain—sharp, searing pain!

The darkness remained constant, and she couldn’t tell day from night.

Time moved so slowly, didn’t it?

Could it hurry up? She had no desire for this life of despair anymore.

Margaret sighed softly. It turned out that when your heart was as dead as hers, you would welcome death so eagerly.

"Who’s there?"

Margaret suddenly realized that someone was holding her left hand. She weakly spoke, “Is it the nurse? Or Benjamin?”

As soon as she spoke, the grip on her hand tightened, almost as if the person was afraid she would disappear.

“Benjamin, is that you?”

Margaret could tell from the hand that it was a man’s, and though she couldn’t see, she couldn’t think of anyone other than Benjamin who would still treat her with such kindness.

“It’s me, Margaret.”

William’s voice came, hoarse and filled with pain. “It’s me…”

In the next moment, the hand in his was pulled away, and his heart felt like it was ripped out.

"William, what do you want now?"

He had even found Margaret’s journal from the research facility.

For nearly three years, over a thousand nine hundred days, Margaret had written in her journal about how much she missed him and felt sorry for him, even while suffering from the drug trials.

William’s heart felt like it had been pierced. He held Margaret’s struggling hand and whispered hoarsely, “Margaret, I know why you broke up with me three years ago. How could you be so foolish? You gave up your health for me.”

“I know now it was all lies from Amelia. I didn’t marry her! I’ve always loved you. Please, give me another chance. When you recover, we’ll get married, grow old together.”

William’s eyes were red as he looked at Margaret’s thin face, his lips forming a pained smile. “Margaret, you’re so beautiful. When you wear a white wedding dress, you’ll be even more stunning. I’ll be the luckiest man to marry the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Margaret was stunned. William knew Amelia had lied?

But what surprised her even more was seeing William, the proud man he was, now apologizing so humbly, even crying as he begged her to marry him.

If it were in the past, no matter what William had done wrong, Margaret would have found it hard to stay angry with him, and she would have softened, agreeing to his pleas.

But now, all Margaret felt was irony.