Willow had not been successful with her job search. With a two-year gap in her resume from failing to secure her master’s degree, Willow finally settled for a marketing role in a small trading firm.She dug into her savings to hire a lawyer. Despite the advice against taking her advisor to court, Willow did not want to give up. Adrian called her once, informing her that Roy had been in a car accident. Willow asked, “Did he receive medical attention? He did? Oh, I hope he gets better soon.” Adrian replied, “I can’t believe you, Willow. You’re heartless. Roy can be an asshole, but he genuinely cares about you. Roy’s flight had just landed in a neighboring city when he learned you were sick and drove six hours to get back to you. I thought you two had something special.” “How so?” Willow asked earnestly. “No one among your friends, including you and Roy, believes he and I will make it through to the end.” Adrian fell silent. “We were never meant to be in each other’s lives an
Despite not knowing who Roy was, the people in the private lounge assumed he was someone important from the way Cameron spoke to him and how he carried himself. The cheering in the lounge grew louder, but Willow kept her head still, avoiding any eye contact with Roy. As the uproar escalated, Willow braced herself and hooked Cameron’s arm. “Here’s to you, Mr. Shuttle.” When she threw her head back to gulp down the strong liquor, the door to the lounge slammed shut with a bang. Roy was gone. Putting down his wine glass, Cameron felt something amiss. He looked to the door and asked hesitantly, “Do you know Roy Chester?” Willow kept her head down. “No.” Cameron was not surprised with her answer since Willow was just a junior employee of a small trading firm. Perhaps he had read too much in the situation. Willow was lightweight when it came to drinks, and the effects of alcohol got to her halfway through the party. Her supervisor quietly suggested that she should step outsid
Cameron could not quite figure out where Roy stood with Willow. When Roy came to him about accepting the contract from Willow, he assumed that Roy was interested in her. With the best intentions, Cameron tried to set up a private meeting between Willow and Roy, but that only angered Roy. If Roy did not have any ideas about Willow, it did not make sense that he would always show up in Cameron’s office when she was around. Roy would hide in the office, not meeting or saying anything to Willow, and smoke away. Cameron was not on the Chesters’ level. He had always wanted to get in with Roy, so that was an opportunity he could not pass up, and he went out of his way to look after Willow. Roy, on the other hand, could not make sense of his feelings either. He did not understand why he kept going back to hide behind the door, listening to Willow and Cameron chat about the most meaningless things. Willow was paid to care about him, and he was deceived for three years. Yet, he had don
Roy rushed over to Willow stumbling to the ground, her palms marred with bloody scrapes. The woman kicked the cake afar and pointed at Willow menacingly. “You think you can get out of this with just a hundred thousand dollars? Think again! You have to atone for your father’s sins, and that means taking care of me until I die and setting Ian up for life! You’re not getting out of this.”“What are you yelling about?” Roy pushed the woman away before she could grab Willow’s hair again, then pulled Willow up from the ground and shielded her behind him. The woman had no qualms about taking her anger out on Willow. However, she backed down, intimidated by Roy’s towering figure and furious glare. She murmured, “Do you think you’re hot stuff to snag a man? Why don’t you get him to pay off your debts? While you’re still young, you should get with more guys.” “What the hell are you on about?” Enraged, Roy motioned to hit her. However, the woman cowered and covered her head in fright,
Willow answered the door on Roy’s second knock. From the window, she had seen his car parked outside, so she knew he had not given up. She shared the apartment with roommates, and the last thing she wanted was to be a nuisance to them. “Let’s take it to the rooftop.” Willow kept things brief and closed the door behind her. Roy caught a glimpse of a worn-out sofa and an old heater inside. He had not expected Willow to live in such a rundown place. In fact, he had always pictured her in a life of privilege, a sheltered existence of a college student far removed from the harsh realities of life.Willow had gotten her act together by now. However, Roy picked up on the distance growing between them. The pair quietly ascended the stairs to the rooftop. “Her name is Catherine Appleby. We were neighbors. Her husband caught a ride from my dad to the city and died in a car accident.” Willow opened the door to the rooftop and got down to it without taking a pause. “I paid her eight
Six months ago, Roy and Willow had the biggest fight. Roy was not one to avoid confrontation, but he conveniently forgot about the argument, blocking out the details from his mind. As he pieced together the fragments, he could see the distinct divide between him and Willow. Two months into Sierra’s time in Hereshire, she proposed a trip to a little church on the mountaintop to pray for her sister in heaven. While Roy was not particularly religious, he could not refuse a request tied to Melanie. When Roy picked Sierra up from school, he found Willow with her friends laughing infectiously, and her eyes were sparkling with joy. As she leaned forward, her long hair cascaded around her, wild and free. Roy had seen that side of her before when he was under her in bed. It was a far cry from the sweet and docile woman he knew during the day.He had often been fascinated by that side of her, believing it was a secret shared only between them. Yet now, Willow gave off the same energy fo
Silence hung heavy in the room for at least seven to eight minutes before Roy went to take a puff in the corridor. He did not feel like himself. The anger and frustration did not make sense to him. Why was he getting worked up over something so petty? Before he could wrap his head around the whole thing, a loud crash sounded, followed by a sickening sound of shattering glass in Willow’s room. Roy opened the door to find Willow standing amid a broken pile of glass shards, a chair still clutched in her hands. “I’m hurt. Take me to the emergency room.” Without breaking eye contact with Roy, Willow extended her arm to show a deep gash. Roy was livid. He had never seen Willow so defiant. “Fine. I’ll take you!” Roy gritted his teeth. The rain began to pour as they drove away, growing more intense with each passing moment. Neither of them spoke, their silence weighing down with unspoken words. Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steer
Roy stopped seeking Willow out as the year drew to a close. He used to think that Willow left him out in a fit of rage as a result of his six-month neglect and that a good apology would make things right again. However, after that day on the rooftop, Roy understood the depth of the rift between them. No one had the power to bring back the dead, and he could never fill the void left by her father’s death.Willow had shown such remarkable restraint that day that Roy could not bring himself to say another word, or else the hatred in Willow’s eyes would kill him. The idea of Willow resenting him was too much to bear, so Roy avoided her. With Willow out of his life, Roy carried on with life as usual, living in privilege and success. Still, deep down, he could not shake an ever-growing void. One windy night, Roy had to be taken home after a night of heavy drinking. In a dreamlike state, he saw Willow standing by the window. She wore her usual silk slip, the hem ending just above her k
Willow’s wrists were bound, her shirt was in tatters, and she was fighting desperately to break free.In a fit of rage, Roy charged ahead and kicked the man who was on top of her. The man, who was no more than seventeen or eighteen, was sent sprawling.The boy whimpered and pleaded for mercy as Roy rained down blows.“Roy…” Willow trembled in fear. Roy scooped her up and wrapped his jacket around her.“It’s alright. You’re safe now…” Roy’s lips brushed against her cheek, and a sigh of relief escaped him.Willow held him tight, her voice hoarse. “Thank God you’re here.” Roy took Willow out of the dark and damp factory. As they reached the door, a silhouette darted out of the shadows from behind. Before they knew it, Roy was knocked to the ground with a sickening thud.Willow watched as blood gushed out of the back of Roy’s head, spilling across the floor. Catherine’s cheek-sunken face emerged as she stared grimacingly at the floor. “That’s what you get for hitting my son.”
Willow had put in a transfer to the company’s out-of-state branch office and was due to start her new position after the holidays.Before the new year, Willow visited her father’s grave. She tended to the plot, clearing away the fallen leaves. Words failed her as a feeling of emptiness settled over her. Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her, stopping just inches away. Then, a bouquet of flowers was placed in front of the headstone. Willow remained still. Roy, clad in black, got on his knees before the headstone. “I’m sorry you had to leave the world the way you did, and I apologize for hurting your daughter.”Willow stood in silence for a long time, and Roy stayed by her on his knees just as long. Out of the cemetery, Roy asked, “Why did you apply for a transfer out? It’s a much smaller city compared to Hereshire with fewer opportunities for development.” Willow was indifferent. “If you won’t stop stalking me, I won’t just be leaving Hereshire.”“My mother paid you
Stumbling upon Melanie’s diary, Sierra learned that her sister once dated Roy, so she exploited the connection to get close to Roy. She put on a white dress yesterday to seduce Roy when he was drunk, assuming Roy would mistake her for Melanie. However, to her surprise, he only had eyes for Willow, whose guts she hated.She trailed behind Willow out of the dormitory, harping on. “You must be aware that you’re just my sister’s replacement. He was in love with Melanie, and now he is into me. Last night, we were getting–” “Smack!” Willow slapped Sierra across the face. Her education had been cut short, her name had been dragged through the mud, and the legal battle she had fought so hard for had been a constant struggle. Just when Willow thought she was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel… Willow blew up at Sierra. “Don’t make me part of your sick games. Just leave me alone!” Sierra held her face, her eyes darting a short distance away. She sounded hurt. “Roy…”
Roy stopped seeking Willow out as the year drew to a close. He used to think that Willow left him out in a fit of rage as a result of his six-month neglect and that a good apology would make things right again. However, after that day on the rooftop, Roy understood the depth of the rift between them. No one had the power to bring back the dead, and he could never fill the void left by her father’s death.Willow had shown such remarkable restraint that day that Roy could not bring himself to say another word, or else the hatred in Willow’s eyes would kill him. The idea of Willow resenting him was too much to bear, so Roy avoided her. With Willow out of his life, Roy carried on with life as usual, living in privilege and success. Still, deep down, he could not shake an ever-growing void. One windy night, Roy had to be taken home after a night of heavy drinking. In a dreamlike state, he saw Willow standing by the window. She wore her usual silk slip, the hem ending just above her k
Silence hung heavy in the room for at least seven to eight minutes before Roy went to take a puff in the corridor. He did not feel like himself. The anger and frustration did not make sense to him. Why was he getting worked up over something so petty? Before he could wrap his head around the whole thing, a loud crash sounded, followed by a sickening sound of shattering glass in Willow’s room. Roy opened the door to find Willow standing amid a broken pile of glass shards, a chair still clutched in her hands. “I’m hurt. Take me to the emergency room.” Without breaking eye contact with Roy, Willow extended her arm to show a deep gash. Roy was livid. He had never seen Willow so defiant. “Fine. I’ll take you!” Roy gritted his teeth. The rain began to pour as they drove away, growing more intense with each passing moment. Neither of them spoke, their silence weighing down with unspoken words. Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steer
Six months ago, Roy and Willow had the biggest fight. Roy was not one to avoid confrontation, but he conveniently forgot about the argument, blocking out the details from his mind. As he pieced together the fragments, he could see the distinct divide between him and Willow. Two months into Sierra’s time in Hereshire, she proposed a trip to a little church on the mountaintop to pray for her sister in heaven. While Roy was not particularly religious, he could not refuse a request tied to Melanie. When Roy picked Sierra up from school, he found Willow with her friends laughing infectiously, and her eyes were sparkling with joy. As she leaned forward, her long hair cascaded around her, wild and free. Roy had seen that side of her before when he was under her in bed. It was a far cry from the sweet and docile woman he knew during the day.He had often been fascinated by that side of her, believing it was a secret shared only between them. Yet now, Willow gave off the same energy fo
Willow answered the door on Roy’s second knock. From the window, she had seen his car parked outside, so she knew he had not given up. She shared the apartment with roommates, and the last thing she wanted was to be a nuisance to them. “Let’s take it to the rooftop.” Willow kept things brief and closed the door behind her. Roy caught a glimpse of a worn-out sofa and an old heater inside. He had not expected Willow to live in such a rundown place. In fact, he had always pictured her in a life of privilege, a sheltered existence of a college student far removed from the harsh realities of life.Willow had gotten her act together by now. However, Roy picked up on the distance growing between them. The pair quietly ascended the stairs to the rooftop. “Her name is Catherine Appleby. We were neighbors. Her husband caught a ride from my dad to the city and died in a car accident.” Willow opened the door to the rooftop and got down to it without taking a pause. “I paid her eight
Roy rushed over to Willow stumbling to the ground, her palms marred with bloody scrapes. The woman kicked the cake afar and pointed at Willow menacingly. “You think you can get out of this with just a hundred thousand dollars? Think again! You have to atone for your father’s sins, and that means taking care of me until I die and setting Ian up for life! You’re not getting out of this.”“What are you yelling about?” Roy pushed the woman away before she could grab Willow’s hair again, then pulled Willow up from the ground and shielded her behind him. The woman had no qualms about taking her anger out on Willow. However, she backed down, intimidated by Roy’s towering figure and furious glare. She murmured, “Do you think you’re hot stuff to snag a man? Why don’t you get him to pay off your debts? While you’re still young, you should get with more guys.” “What the hell are you on about?” Enraged, Roy motioned to hit her. However, the woman cowered and covered her head in fright,
Cameron could not quite figure out where Roy stood with Willow. When Roy came to him about accepting the contract from Willow, he assumed that Roy was interested in her. With the best intentions, Cameron tried to set up a private meeting between Willow and Roy, but that only angered Roy. If Roy did not have any ideas about Willow, it did not make sense that he would always show up in Cameron’s office when she was around. Roy would hide in the office, not meeting or saying anything to Willow, and smoke away. Cameron was not on the Chesters’ level. He had always wanted to get in with Roy, so that was an opportunity he could not pass up, and he went out of his way to look after Willow. Roy, on the other hand, could not make sense of his feelings either. He did not understand why he kept going back to hide behind the door, listening to Willow and Cameron chat about the most meaningless things. Willow was paid to care about him, and he was deceived for three years. Yet, he had don