Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

“Who’s this?”

Madeleine looked completely lost.

“My mom.”

“Your mom!

?”

Madeleine’s jaw almost hit the floor.

Madeleine snatched the phone, her eyes wide, almost burning a

hole through the screen.

The woman in the photo was wearing a sharp riding outfit,

sitting straight and tall on a large, handsome horse, with a vast

pasture and blue sky in the background.

She had deep–set eyes, a high–bridged nose, and thin, sexy lips.

Her thick, dark brown curly hair was casually tied back, with a

few loose strands falling by her cheeks. She radiated a wild,

untamed, and vibrant beauty.

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This was the complete opposite of Mrs. Miller’s gentle, classic

Southern grace–they had nothing in common!

“This is your mother?”

Madeleine’s voice changed pitch, filled with disbelief. “But… but

Mrs. Miller, she…”

Her mind was a complete mess.

Why had she always thought Mrs. Miller and Roderick’s mother

looked so much alike in her memory?

And why had she felt an inexplicable closeness and trust

towards Mrs. Miller because of it?

Roderick looked at his wife’s shocked, almost stunned

expression. He frowned, sensing something was wrong.

He took Madeleine’s hand, his tone becoming serious and

concerned. “Madeleine, why would you think Mrs. Miller and my

mom look alike?”

“I, I don’t know…”

Madeleine shook her head blankly. The fragmented memories

of Roderick’s mother and Mrs. Miller’s faces overlapping in her

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mind began to blur, even contradict each other, making her feel

dizzy.

“I just, I think I’ve always had this impression… that they looked

alike, so…”

That’s why she had so naturally accepted Mrs. Miller’s presence, even becoming especially dependent on her because

of that strange sense of “familiarity.”

Madeleine’s head suddenly started to hurt. Her childhood

memories were changing, bit by bit.

No, to be precise, the image of Roderick’s mother in her memory was changing, bit by bit!

A chill crept silently up Madeleine’s spine.

Was it the influence of the narrative control?

During all those years she was being controlled, had even such

a subtle perception been altered?

To make her accept Mrs. Miller without question?

To accept this person the narrative control had placed by her

side?

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“Roderick…”

Madeleine’s voice held a faint tremor. She instinctively

squeezed his hand back tightly, as if it were her only lifeline. “I…

I think I’ve gotten some things wrong again…”

Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with confusion and

lingering fear.

Roderick’s heart sank.

He pulled Madeleine tightly into his arms, his large hand patting

her back soothingly.

“Is this about… that thing you never want to talk about?”

Madeleine’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly in Roderick’s

embrace.

Those terrifying memories she had forcibly suppressed–about

the “narrative control,” the “awakening,” and the “aftereffects“—

gripped her in an instant.

Zoe’s crazed face, her incoherent screams, her struggles as she

was forced onto a stretcher… it all flooded her mind like an icy

tide, making her shudder.

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She had “amnesia,” Zoe had “gone mad“… so what about

Roderick?

If she told him this bizarre, unbelievable truth, what would

happen to him?

Could a man like him–so calm, rational, and used to being in

control of everything–accept that his world might just be a

written story?

Wouldn’t it be a huge shock, or even… a curse, triggering some

unknown, terrible aftereffects?

She couldn’t risk it.

She would rather he knew nothing, rather she carried this fear

and secret alone, than let him fall into any possible danger.

The immense fear crushed any desire to confide in him.

She even held her breath subconsciously, as if speaking a

single word would bring an unseen doom upon Roderick.

“I can’t tell you, Roderick.”

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