Chapter 47

Three scars, two kids, and a womb. Their scars, their children, their tangled mess of emotions, their love and hate. And Michael? He was never part of any of it. His father said over the phone, “Just let William and Elizabeth be.” Maybe if he hadn't held on so tight, William and Elizabeth would've already had a peaceful life with their own little family long ago. If it hadn't been for him, would Elizabeth have suffered so much? Would she have had to endure all that pain? It was all him. Only because of him. Love turned into a sin, and he ruined her. Michael slapped himself—hard, twice. Regret hit him like a wave, but it was too late for any of that now. They'd been through so much. William would go through hell for Elizabeth, and she loved him back just as deeply. There was no room for anyone else. So why was he still here? Pulling William to his feet, Michael looked toward the villa, eyes landing on the room where Elizabeth was. “I'm giving her back to you. Take care of her.” William