Surviving My Obsessive Ex novel Chapter 6

When Margaret woke up again, everything was pitch black.

She was blind now, and her heart had died completely.

In that moment, death seemed like a relief, a way to escape.

The door of the hospital room creaked open as someone entered. "Margaret, you really can't see anymore?"

Margaret didn’t want to respond.

Seeing that there was no reply, Amelia waved her hand in front of Margaret’s face, her voice sweet and mocking. "Margaret, I took your corneas... fed them to the dogs. They seemed to like it."

Margaret’s body tensed, and then she heard Amelia’s cold, envious laugh. "Didn’t expect that, huh? My eyes are perfectly fine. I just wanted to make you suffer, to watch you writhe in pain."

Margaret felt the searing pain in her body as she heard Amelia’s mocking voice echo in her mind. Amelia was relentless, consumed by jealousy, wanting everything William had—and now, she wanted Margaret's life.

Her body ached, but Margaret clenched her jaw, refusing to give Amelia the satisfaction of seeing her break. She couldn't let Amelia win, not now.

Amelia taunted her, reveling in her triumph. "Do you know why I hate you so much? I knew William first, but he only loved you. The only way he’ll love me completely is when you’re dead."

Margaret’s entire being seemed to twist in agony. Even if death was creeping closer, she refused to let Amelia have the final victory.

Margaret forced out a bitter, weak laugh, her voice trembling. "Amelia, congratulations, you’ve won. But do you know why William loves me so much?"

Amelia paused, intrigued, and leaned in. "Why?"

"Come closer, and I’ll tell you."

Amelia hesitated for a moment, but seeing the broken, nearly lifeless woman in front of her, she let her guard down, leaning closer. "Tell me, why?"

In the blink of an eye, Margaret’s fingers clamped around Amelia’s neck, squeezing with all the strength she had left.

Amelia gasped, shocked by the unexpected strength Margaret had. "Let go of me!"

She coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

It seemed that the disease was about to claim her now.

Perhaps it was for the best—she wouldn't have to face the horrors and humiliations in William's basement.

Margaret's trembling fingers pointed weakly in William's direction, her pale face drenched in blood.

She spoke in a low, icy tone, "William, I regret loving you. If there's a next life, I never want to meet you again..."

William sneered, his brows furrowing in mockery, "Margaret, you're really good at pretending."

But in the next moment, Margaret’s hand, which had lifted slightly, dropped onto the ground. Her trembling body stilled, becoming motionless, like a lifeless corpse.

William’s pupils dilated, and his heart contracted with unbearable pain. He rushed toward her in a panic, his voice shaking with urgency, "Margaret, Margaret, wake up! Doctor! Someone, get the doctor!"