The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 210

"I think you need to have your head examined!"

"Yeah."

York let out a self-deprecating laugh, not even remotely angered by her insult. Instead, he leaned back and stared at her.

"If my head were fine, I wouldn't be obsessing over whether you actually love me."

"That answer doesn't matter anymore."

"Madeline..."

Madeline coldly cut him off.

"York, don't tell me you're actually going to say you love me?"

"Is this how someone acts when they love someone?"

"Do you know what it's called when you abandon your wife for two years without a single word? It's called separation."

"The law states that three years of separation is grounds for a contested divorce, and we are only six months away from hitting that mark."

"And York, you saw what happened that night when you pushed me too far, didn't you?"

"I clearly have violent tendencies. I could hurt you at any moment. Even if you could stomach that, do you think your family would?"

"York, you'd never tolerate a woman who constantly puts your life at risk. So stop lying to yourself."

"The only things this marriage has left us with are pain and humiliation."

"Why are you still trying to drag this out? Does playing the martyr make you feel superior?"

York's heart seized. The memory of Madeline from that night flashed vividly in his mind—her hollow, dead eyes, the way her entire body convulsed after she hurt herself, and the stiff, mechanical way she had walked out.

That incident had been a jagged thorn lodged in his chest ever since.

He had seen plenty of people with psychological disorders in the courtroom. He had seen mental breakdowns and people suffering from PTSD. They all looked just like that—losing total control in an instant, having no idea what they were doing, only to be crushed by agonizing regret once their sanity returned.

Because of that, he had quietly reached out to top psychiatric specialists, planning to take her in for an evaluation.

But Madeline was always too busy. And since she hadn't shown a single symptom since that night, it almost felt like a horrible nightmare he had imagined.

But he knew it wasn't.