Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 163

“You’re right. When I did those things in the past, I really…

wasn’t being true to myself. I knew it would hurt you all, but if I

didn’t do it… I…”

Madeleine felt a dull ache and a sharp sting spreading through.

her heart and head.

She kept her head down, her shoulders hitching.

It was the forgiveness and love she’d felt from her family

recently that made Madeleine feel even more upset and pained.

This was the only thing she could do.

She could only follow the narrative control and help Edward

grow, even if the price was hurting the few people she loved

most.

This world was like a giant hand, squeezing her heart tightly.

The moment she strayed from the path set by this world, it

would tighten its grip.

During those painful years, Madeleine had entertained extreme

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thoughts.

What would happen if she just left?

But she didn’t dare to think about it.

The moment she had such a thought, she would only feel more

pain, and a voice in her head would even tell her:

The timeline will fall into chaos, and everything will disappear.

Disappear…

Did that mean if she disappeared, the people around her would

disappear too?

Why? How is that fair?

She felt like she was drowning with nothing to grab onto, forced

to let the air be stolen from her lungs bit by bit.

Then, Harold, who was in front of her, wrapped his arms around

her.

Nestled in her father’s broad, warm embrace, Madeleine let

herself cry uncontrollably.

Roderick came out of the guest room and saw the father and

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daughter outside through the glass, crying in each other’s arms.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with heartache.

Roderick’s tall figure was silhouetted against the floor–to–ceiling

window. He watched the scene with a gentle expression,

feeling a tightness in his chest.

He had seen Madeleine in many different states.

Spoiled, stubborn, and even clueless after her amnesia.

Even hysterical over Edward in the past.

But recently… he had seen Madeleine’s vulnerable side.

Just like now, she was like a child who had done something

wrong, huddled in her father’s arms, her shoulders shaking as

she cried silently and held it all in.

He knew Madeleine was hiding something.

Roderick could feel it from the dazed look in her eyes when she

sometimes woke up startled in the middle of the night, from the

way her lips would part as if to speak when she stared at him

blankly, and even from the half–finished sentences she would

blurt out and quickly swallow back.

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Madeleine had a secret she couldn’t tell.

But if she wouldn’t say it, he wouldn’t ask.

As long as he could be sure of her feelings, as long as she was

still by his side, that was enough.

Roderick’s fingers by his side curled slightly, and his throat

tightened.

He remembered the other night when Madeleine had a

nightmare and gripped his hand tightly.

Her nails almost dug into the flesh of his palm.

Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, and she was

mumbling something unclear about “narrative control” and

“must be completed.”

He had a pretty good idea of what was going on. He gently

patted her back and soothed her until her breathing evened out,

but he himself didn’t sleep all night.

He never doubted any of Madeleine’s decisions, not even the

things she had done in the past.

He just… ached for her.

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He ached for the burden she was carrying but couldn’t speak

1. of.

He ached that even with amnesia, the first thing she thought of

upon waking was how to make amends.

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