Surviving My Obsessive Ex novel Chapter 7

The tension in the air was palpable as Amelia tightened her fists and rushed out of the room. "William, don’t worry, I’ll go call the doctor!"

Soon, the doctor arrived.

"Mr. Bradford, Ms. Pierce's condition is not life-threatening. The blood she vomited was simply due to stress," the doctor reassured.

William, however, felt an inexplicable sense of unease and furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?"

The doctor nervously swallowed and glanced at Amelia.

Amelia quickly linked her arm with William’s sleeve, her voice sweet and gentle. "William, Dr. Dalton is the most authoritative doctor in the city. There’s nothing seriously wrong with Margaret. But she’s unconscious now... are you still planning on locking her in the basement? If not, she might cause trouble at our wedding."

William paused, silence hanging heavy in the air. Finally, in a hoarse voice, he responded, "Baby. I promised you a grand wedding, and I won’t disappoint you."

Amelia's eyes lit up with joy. She happily flung herself into William's arms. "Thank you, William."

The next two weeks passed with Margaret confined in the Bradford family’s basement, away from the light, while William and Amelia busily planned their wedding.

During this time, William often felt a strange sense of unease, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the cause.

Then came the wedding day.

As the romantic wedding march played, Amelia, wearing a million-dollar wedding dress, walked down the aisle under the arm of her father. Every step she took was careful and filled with anticipation.

No one knew the secret she had carried for the last ten years—her unrequited love for William.

She had once thought she would never have a chance to take him from Margaret, but three years ago, Margaret had handed her the opportunity.

Amelia smiled to herself. Margaret, thank you. I will cherish this chance.

The priest’s voice broke through her thoughts, asking solemnly, "Mr. Bradford, do you take Ms. Crawford as your lawful wife, to love, cherish, and remain loyal to her in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?"

The question hung in the air, but the groom remained silent.

At such a crucial moment, William was lost in thought.

The woman before him was Amelia, yet his mind kept flashing back to Margaret’s smiling face.

He remembered the walks by the river when they were still together.

Margaret had been holding up her skirt, gazing at the shadows on the ground, and with a gentle smile, had asked, "Mr. Bradford, will you marry me, and promise to spoil me like a princess, trust me, and love me forever?"

At the time, he had confidently answered, "I do," and truly believed that he would never love anyone else but her.

But now...

"William, it’s your turn to answer."

Amelia was filled with excitement, eagerly awaiting his response.

Amid Benjamin’s furious roar, William trembled as he read through the reports.

Terminal bone cancer, with less than a month to live.

The test was done on the 3rd of last month.

So everything Margaret had said was true.

"Bastard! Where is Margaret?!"

"In the... basement."

"William, you can’t go!" Amelia grabbed his hand. "This is our wedding day..."

"Get off me!"

William was overcome with emotion, spitting out blood. He shoved Amelia away and ran towards the door!

The basement was dark, damp, and rancid.

Margaret was locked in a small room, her pale blue hospital gown soaked with blood. She lay lifeless in the corner, surrounded by large black rats crawling on her bloodied skin...

William’s eyes went red with desperation as he rushed toward her. "Margaret, I am sorry. Please don’t die..."