The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 198

"In the beginning, I only agreed to marry him because my therapist insisted he was the only person capable of fixing me."

"He deserved to know the truth. It was the only fair thing to do."

Madeline just held her in silence, offering nothing but quiet comfort as she listened.

A deep, bitter ache settled heavily in her own chest.

There probably wasn't a single pair of best friends in the entire world who shared such a tragically identical fate.

Both of their love lives were entirely falling apart at the exact same time.

Though she supposed her luck was slightly better.

She and York only had half a year's worth of memories.

She could afford to spend two years scraping herself back together.

And she had a beautiful little girl to show for it.

Whether this marriage had been beautiful or toxic, the moment it was finally over, the suffering would officially end.

"Maddy, why does marriage bring so many impossible hurdles and endless misery, yet countless men and women still choose to walk right into it?"

Madeline remained silent for a long moment before answering in a hushed tone.

"Probably because we're all just fools."

That's why people could look at someone for the very first time and arrogantly assume this person would be different, inexplicably trusting them with their whole heart.

"Just get some sleep. You're another year older, Sloane, so stop torturing yourself with all of this."

Madeline stood up, pulling Sloane to her feet.

"Happy birthday."

After wrapping up their emotional heart-to-heart, they finally remembered the unconscious Sienna completely sprawled out across the sofa.

Looking at the girl passed out cold, the heavy, depressing atmosphere suddenly broke, and both women let out an uncontrollable laugh.

"God, it's great to be young. Look at her, out like a light without a single care in the world."

"Tsk, more like it's great to be someone who hasn't been utterly destroyed by love yet."

"What do we do with her? Should we call Caleb to come drag her home?"

Sloane arched an eyebrow.

"Forget it, your place is massive anyway. I'll haul her to the guest room. It's way too late, we're all just crashing here tonight."

"Fine, but you're sleeping in my bed. I'm keeping you up all night to talk."

"And you're not allowed to say no. Don't think I don't know you have tomorrow off."

"Alright."