Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485

At that, Madeline broke into a mocking chuckle.

Even so, her eyes grew wet as the sea wind blew despite her laughter.

“Do you even hear what you’re saying, Jeremy?” She scoffed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re telling me that you loved me since the moment we met again, yet you’ve taken a part of my flesh away?”

Madeline’s expression darkened the most at the mention of ‘love’.

“Is this what it means to love someone, Jeremy? Being in love means that you wish the best for that person! Not to break, destroy, and torture them!”

Madeline let out the rage within as her tears began to trickle from the corner of her eyes with the sea breeze.

They fell on the back of Jeremy’s hand, the warmth of the tears searing his flesh.

“You don’t need to lie to yourself, Jeremy, and I don’t need you to lie to me. The one you’ve loved this entire time has been Meredith all along, I can see it in the way you protect her despite the evil things she has done. Yet what did you do when I was slandered and scolded? You left me outside by the road in the pouring rain. You left me to die!”

Jeremy choked in silent agony at the words.

He opened his arms to hold Madeline in them. “Stop talking, please…” He pleaded softly, his tone weak.

Madeline struggled to get out of Jeremy’s embrace, but it was to no avail.

Infuriated, she raised a fist to hammer it against his chest. “Let me go, Jeremy! Why can’t I keep talking, hmm? If you had the galls to do it, then why can’t you have the galls to hear it from me?

“You crushed me under your foot time and time again when I was so irrevocably in love with you! Even until the day I ‘died’, you were still getting happily engaged with Meredith. Do you have even the slightest idea what it feels like to have your heart pierced? I wish I had actually died because even that would hurt less!”

Jeremy’s arms tightened as he took in every word of rage Madeline threw at him.

Each one of them cut into his heart like daggers, bringing him to a whole new height of unbearable pain.

He dared not revisit that blood-filled memory, let alone watch her ‘die’ in his arms again.