The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 150

The moment the door clicked shut, it was as if all the strength drained from her body, and she collapsed heavily onto the carpet.

Madeline stared into the pitch-black room, slowly burying her face in her hands.

Outside the door, York clearly wasn't going to give up that easily.

His first instinct was to call a locksmith to bust the door wide open.

But knowing Madeline's temper, doing that would likely only push her further over the edge.

He understood her.

She always looked so aloof and indifferent, but in reality, she was incredibly fiercely protective of herself. If anyone ever crossed her hard-drawn boundaries, she would react violently.

He spoke softly through the heavy wood.

"Madeline, are you sick?"

"Regardless of what happens, we are still legally husband and wife. I have an obligation to shoulder everything with you."

At that moment, York felt the first true wave of regret for having stayed away for so long.

He had assumed this argument would blow over quickly.

But because he had never gotten the definitive answer he demanded, he had unknowingly dragged out this cold war for far too long.

"York, I am not sick."

Madeline's voice filtered through the door, sounding impeccably calm.

"I was just angry in the moment. That's all."

"I want to be alone."

York stared at the door for a long time, a sharp sting piercing his chest.

"Alright."

His voice was raw and heavy.

Hearing York's footsteps fade down the hall, Madeline finally pushed herself up and stumbled toward the bed.

She pulled the duvet around herself, curling into a tight ball as tears slipped silently from her eyes.

It was fine.

When she was first diagnosed, she had clawed her way back to the light.

She was just walking a familiar road again. There was nothing to be terrified of.

But why, at this very moment, did her heart ache so much? Why did she want to sob until her lungs gave out?

Madeline didn't even know when she finally drifted off.