The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 112

A faint flush crept up her cheeks in the dark.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let go of me, York."

"I said no."

She didn't know what nerve she had struck, but he immediately caught her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

It was a childish move, like a sulking boy throwing a tantrum.

"Are you just waiting for me to let you go so you can divorce me?"

"Sometimes, I really regret not trapping you when I had the chance. That way, you'd never be able to divorce me."

A rush of emotion swelled in Madeline's chest, leaving a bitter lump in her throat.

Before she could react, York dipped his head and captured her lips.

His kiss was demanding and deeply possessive. He forced her palm open, tangling his fingers with hers and pinning her hand down.

Her struggles felt entirely futile against his strength.

In that moment, perhaps emboldened by the cover of the night, her frozen heart finally thawed enough to feel the stinging pain of it all.

Madeline wept silently, their cheeks slick with her tears.

York stopped. He stared at her, a storm raging in his eyes before slowly settling into a somber calm.

"You hate my touch that much."

"York, you're a jerk. You're an absolute bastard."

Madeline's voice trembled, thick with tears and undeniable heartbreak.

"Yeah, I'm a bastard. But I'm not ruthless enough. Maddy, sometimes I really hate how soft I am when it comes to you."

He didn't give her a chance to respond. His thumb aggressively traced her bottom lip before he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his mouth hovering right against her ear.

"If I were truly ruthless, I would just lock you up and keep you by my side forever."

"Madeline, you've been so unfair to me. Why did you even marry me in the first place?"