Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 205

When Madeline Monroe brought up the events of the previous night, Quentin Prescott couldn't hold back anymore, pouring out all the explosive frustration he had been harboring.

His agony stemmed from the fact that Madeline had secretly gone to Lucius Whitman's engagement party, only to be drugged. Quentin had rushed over to rescue her out of the goodness of his heart, only to hear her repeatedly calling Lucius's name in her delirium.

If she hadn't brought it up, he never would have mentioned it. He would have just suffered in silence until the wound healed.

But since she insisted on pushing the issue, he wasn't going to hold back.

Madeline was genuinely shocked.

Quentin thought she was still pining for Lucius?

How could that even be possible?

"I wasn't," Madeline stammered, completely lost as to how he could have misunderstood her. She desperately wanted to explain but didn't know where to start.

Then it hit her. Her sheer presence at the engagement venue yesterday must have given him the wrong idea.

It made sense. She never wanted to attend her ex-husband's engagement party in the first place.

Liliana Lansbury had forced her hand.

It was entirely natural for her current husband to misunderstand.

"I only showed up yesterday because Liliana dug up Margaret's cremains to blackmail me," Madeline quickly explained. "She threatened to flush my grandmother down the toilet if I didn't go. I couldn't let my grandmother suffer that kind of disrespect, so I went! It had absolutely nothing to do with Lucius."

She watched Quentin's expression closely as she spoke.

Unfortunately, her explanation completely missed the core of his anger.

Quentin just let out a dark, mocking laugh, stood up, and walked straight into the bedroom.

Madeline scrambled to chase after him.

She had to clear the air and figure out exactly what was wrong.

Quentin was a busy man. He rarely had the time to sit around and hash things out. If she didn't get answers now, he might be in a car leaving the city within the hour.

If that happened, this misunderstanding would fester until their next meeting, causing irreparable damage. At the very least, Madeline knew their fragile relationship couldn't survive that kind of tension.

"I swear, I didn't do anything. You really misunderstood, Mr. Prescott. Lucius and I are completely over, nothing happened. Plus, he didn't even show up yesterday."

"Madeline, I only believe what I see with my own eyes and hear with my own ears."

Quentin's face was so dark it looked like a storm was about to break.

He hated admitting how fiercely possessive he felt over her.

It made logical sense—she had just ended a marriage with Lucius, and an eight-year relationship wasn't something you could erase overnight.

Meanwhile, he had only been in her life for a fraction of that time.

Expecting to entirely monopolize her heart right from the start was undoubtedly arrogant and greedy.

But he simply couldn't stand it. His possessive streak ran terrifyingly deep.

That was the cold, hard truth.

He had tortured himself for far too long, hating the fact that she had ever fallen in love with Lucius.

He hated that they had been married, hated that she had ever called Lucius her husband. So when she finally returned to his life, begging him to save her...