Chapter 89
’Why act like this was some moral ground she needed to stand on?’
William said to himself as he gritted his teeth. This wasn’t over. No matter what she said, no matter how coldly she dismissed him, he wasn’t done, he was going to get her—even if it meant going down a darker path.
But for now...William forced a fake, hollow smile onto his face. The kind of smile that barely reached his eyes, then he bent slightly, dropped the giant bouquet of roses right there on the pavement—petals scattering, falling.
Then, without even picking his phone or looking back at the cameras around, he turned and shamelessly walked into his car.
When William stormed into his car, the door slammed with a force that shook the windows. His breath was already uneven, his chest rising and falling like a man on the edge. He didn’t even sit properly before both of his hands slammed violently against the steering wheel.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Again and again, he punched it so hard the car horn went off once, then twice before it gave out. But he didn’t stop. His knuckles cracked against the leather, his veins bulging in fury. With every strike, his frustration grew louder than the pain that slowly formed in his bleeding fists.
"Damn you, Oliver!" he roared, slamming the steering one more time.
He winced. Blood smeared faintly on the wheel, but he didn’t care.
"This is all your fault! You ruined everything!" he spat through his clenched teeth, gripping the steering so tightly it seemed it would break off. "You sneaky little bastard!"
Then he sat back violently in his seat, his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. He stared at the bouquet on the pavement through the side mirror—the roses lying crushed and pathetic under the sun, just like his plan.
"This was supposed to be my moment," he hissed. "Cora would have never treated me like that... never! But now..."