The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 142

When someone suffers severe trauma, they can sometimes lose control of their physiological reactions in specific triggering situations.

Just like right now.

Chloe...

The moment that name crossed her mind, Madeline covered her throat and dry-heaved.

Seraphina heard the sound over the phone.

"Madeline, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just ate too much for lunch. Seraphina, if there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up now."

"Wait," Seraphina stopped her, her tone growing deeply earnest. "Madeline, regardless of whether you want to socialize or not, York is now a prosecutor at The Capital's Supreme Court. As his wife, there are certain events you are expected to attend."

"Given his position, his every move is under a microscope. And the same goes for you."

"Even if you feel a little wronged, just look at how much York cares for you and tolerate it."

"I understand."

Madeline's voice was hoarse as she stared out at the blinding sunlight streaming through the window.

"I'll go."

Running away was cowardly.

And sometimes, you just couldn't hide.

Seraphina was right. As long as she remained married to York, her family would cling to her like leeches.

She stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Capital was always so endlessly busy.

In this city, the sense of isolation could sometimes feel overwhelming.

Madeline looked at her cold reflection in the glass.

It had been seven years since she last saw Chloe.

In those seven years, Chloe had risen to the top, becoming a genius designer adored by everyone.

And what about her?

She was just a chief editor at a magazine, trapped in an alienated marriage of convenience.