Surviving My Obsessive Ex novel Chapter 2

The Bradford family estate.

Margaret was forcefully shoved to the ground, her body hitting the cold stone floor with a sickening thud.

The servants gathered around, their eyes cold and indifferent.

William’s voice, icy and sharp, echoed from above. "Listen up, everyone. From today on, anyone can give orders to Margaret."

"Next week is Amelia's birthday. Make sure you clean the entire estate, inside and out. If it’s not spotless, I’ll make sure you regret it."

The cold floor seemed to seep into Margaret’s bones, the pain unbearable.

She glanced at Amelia, who was safely nestled in William’s arms, and felt her heart shatter into pieces. She forced a bitter smile. "William... do you really love Amelia?"

"You don’t get to question me!"

William’s dark eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a sneer filled with disdain. "Margaret, have you forgotten three years ago, when I begged you not to leave me, to stay by my side and help me through my darkest days? You kicked me away, without a second thought!"

Margaret’s face drained of color, and she shook her head, a lump forming in her throat. "No... back then, I was—"

"William, we don’t have much time."

Amelia’s soft voice interrupted Margaret’s words.

She smiled at Margaret, her eyes filled with triumph and malice. "Margaret, William and I are going to Mauritius for a vacation. We’ll be enjoying our time while you prepare for the birthday party. Don’t disappoint us."

Before leaving, William cast one last disgusted glance at Margaret. He turned to the butler, his voice cold and commanding. "Make sure to 'entertain' her well. I don’t want to see her pathetic face when I return."

For three days, Margaret endured grueling physical labor. Her frail body, worn from the ongoing drug trials, finally gave in.

Pain surged through her body, and the symptoms of her bone cancer flared up again. It felt like every joint in her body was being eaten away by ants.

Unable to endure it any longer, Margaret finally begged, her voice trembling. "William, please... let me go. I can’t take the pain anymore..."

William’s frown deepened as he looked down at her anguished face, and his heart twisted in a way he didn’t understand.

His lips tightened, and the force beneath his foot increased, accompanied by a mocking, bitter tone. "Margaret, if you die so easily, then maybe that would be for the best."

Amelia bent down, pretending to show concern. "Margaret, do you remember when you broke up with William when he was at his lowest? Well, consider this a little punishment from William for you."

"Look, Margaret, this is the billion-dollar necklace William got me at an auction in Mauritius. Isn’t it beautiful?"

Amelia proudly flaunted the diamond necklace around her neck. "Oh, and William also took me for a fertility check-up today. The doctor said I’m very fertile. Once we have a baby, Margaret, how about you be the godmother?"