Never Blinded by Love (Linda and Wilson)



Just as William and Samson were about to come to blows, Luke quickly separated the two men. "Linda's sick right now. Why are you guys causing this commotion?"

"It's normal for a woman not to want to see anyone when she's unwell, especially when she takes pride in appearance," he snapped, glaring at William, feeling the urge to punch him.

"Where were you when she wanted to see you in the past? Now that she doesn't, you want to force yourself on her? Are you out of your mind, or did you leave your brain at home in your rush to get here?

"Listen, the man standing in front of you right now is Linda's husband. Whether or not what he said comes from Linda, whatever he said sounds more convincing than you. This is his home, and you can't just come in and disrespect him like that."

Luke couldn't stand the arrogance William radiated.

"William, you think you're so attractive that everyone's supposed to like you? You need to be more self-conscious. I've said this so many times since yesterday, but you just don't get it, do you? How can you not even understand simple words?"

"Mr. Wilson, I respect you, but I need you to respect me and my wife. We've moved on to a new chapter in our lives. You keep showing up probably because you can't let go. And as a man, I totally get it. But at this point, it's just really pathetic."

Standing calmly at a side, Samson continued, "Back then, she loved you so much she lost herself. And what did she get in return? Nothing. She nearly lost her life on the surgical table because of you.

"Call it karma if you want. When you're obsessed with someone who brings you nothing but pain, there's bound to be consequences.

"We're married now. We have a child. We're happier than ever. Can't you just leave us alone?

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William suddenly felt dizzy, and he had no idea how he could even manage to leave the villa that day.

"If there's nothing else, let me know when she wakes up. I have some things I need to discuss with her personally."

Luke didn't question Samson's words. He gave a few parting instructions and left.

William returned to the apartment where he and Linda had lived for a few months after their marriage. It was probably the place with the most memories of her.

At the Wilson residence, Joanne had erased every trace of Linda from the house after their divorce. Even the plants in the garden were uprooted-every single one of them. It was as if

Linda had never existed in this world.

William stood in the walk-in closet, staring at his neatly hung suits.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

None of them had brand labels. But each one had a tiny engraving on the collar.

They were handmade by Linda.

How obsessed had she been back then?

Obsessed to the point that, in her eyes, there was no one in the world but William.

She had learned to cook just to be the perfect wife, all for him. She had even begged John for help and used her savings to ensure the stable development of his company.

There was a contract that the Wilsons couldn't secure for some time. The other party didn't believe that, at the time, William could successfully complete the project and generate profits from it.

Linda snuck into William's office, opened the safe, and took out the contract. She gifted a rare painting by a famous painter-a childhood gift of hers to the CEO of the other company just to seal the deal.

But William didn't trust her back then. He treated her as a thief who stole the company's confidential information.

He couldn't figure out why Linda entered his office that day, nor did he care. Other people had been in his office on that same day. But he had stubbornly believed it was her.

Why?

Because she was Linda.

In his eyes, she had never done anything right.