William.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘓𝘢𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘑𝘳. - 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 / 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 18+. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘑 / chemistry.

He loves @FearingWoods.

We really did.

He loves her, regardless of who she is.

Well, she’s never gonna be without him.

Of course he does.

... he loves her too.

He loves @FearingWoods. No matter what. He knows things aren’t easy, but he’ll never leave her side.

“That’s fucked up...” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “So, how did he find Scott? I don’t understand. Where do they think you are, since you changed your name?”

Hmm, you never have to worry about that. You’re too good for me, sweetheart.

He knew he’d have to ask some heart questions and he wasn’t sure how she’d answer them, so he decided to tread carefully. “so, why isn’t your step father in jail?”

I won’t ever forget that. You are my wife, Jennifer. I love you. All of you. The good and the bad.

He nodded a little, cupping her face with his hands. “I love you.”

He walked over to her and too her hands in his, taking a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re ready to do that?” He asked, pulling her close.

He nodded a little, rubbing his hands together. He didn’t want to ask too many questions, but he did want to help her. Because he loved her regardless. “How do we help your friend?”

Will moved his hands from hers, not because he was angry at her; but because he needed to stand up and face the room. At least for a moment. “You slept around?”

“I think I understand. He framed Scott to get to you. But how do we prove that? If you and me are the only people who know he didn’t do this...” He scratched his head, eyeing her up suspiciously. “What else is going on?”

“Okay. But I still don’t understand. How did he go from going to a school or whatever...to being framed for murder?” He asked, squeezing her hand. He wasn’t going to ask the reasons why she was sent there, he knew she wanted to help her friend. That could wait till later.

Will looked at her, his eyebrow raised slightly. He couldn’t imagine her as anyone else apart from the woman he knows now. “Okay...what does this have to do with your friend? I don’t understand.”

He nods, sitting down on the chair and he held out his hands for her to take.

Okay, well. In that case, if you trust him, I’ll help you. What’s going on? Why all the secrets?