Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Madeline’s hand shook violently and the key in her hand dropped on her feet with a clang.

The wounds in and out of her body seemed to have suddenly “woken up” at this moment and the insurmountable skin cutting pain once again invaded her entire body. It hurt so much that she was losing grip on her mind and only the image of him smashing the urn with the ashes of their child by how own hands the other day was left in her mind.

The voice-controlled lights went out and Madeline’s world had also seemed to have suddenly gone dark.

“Madeline, I’m talking to you,” came Jeremy’s domineering voice coldly.

Madeline shuddered reflexively. When Jeremy grabbed her wrist, she looked like a hedgehog that had been stripped of its spines. After bouncing off in horror, she suddenly knelt down by his feet, smashing her head desperately.

“Mr. Whitman, it’s my fault! It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you and I shouldn’t provoke Meredith!

“Jeremy, I know I was wrong, please don’t hurt the people around me again.

“Our child has been treated so cruelly by you and her existence has been completely wiped out. I beg you, don’t touch my grandfather’s ashes. I promise I will never think of you anymore. I agree to divorce you, I don’t want to be your wife. I don’t want to be your wife anymore, in this life, in the next life, forever and ever. I won’t be your wife again!”

Jeremy stared at the little woman who was kneeling in front of him, bowing to him desperately for mercy blankly, and for a moment, he was stunned.

The lights in the corridor were flickering and dimming. Jeremy could not believe that the woman in front of him was Madeline. The stubborn and unyielding Madeline who had never bowed her head to him, the one who had said she would seek revenge if he did not kill her. Where did Madeline, the one who had said she’d wanted to pester him forever and be his woman, gone?

Jeremy’s heart trembled all of a sudden and he pulled Madeline up.

“Madeline, what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Whitman! I’ve angered you once again. I’ll make myself scarce!”