Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 4

But he knew the truth–for the past six months, she had refused

to even hold Kevin. Whenever Kevin tried to get close, she

would find some excuse to avoid his touch.

This was especially true after she had reconnected with that

man.

A soreness burned behind Roderick’s eyes. He squeezed them shut for a long moment before looking again.

None of this was real. Whatever she was doing, it was all just

an act to trick him into agreeing to a divorce.

After she finally managed to calm Kevin down, Madeleine

realized Roderick had left.

When the servant, Kirsten Wilson, entered with a bowl of

custard, Madeleine asked her, “Has Roderick always been this

busy?”

Kirsten, who had been about to leave, halted at the question.

She looked at Madeleine with suspicion.

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What had gotten into Madeleine? She had never asked about

Roderick’s schedule before.

“Yes, Mr. Livingston has been swamped with work lately. After

all…”

She glanced at Madeleine, not daring to finish her sentence.

“After all, what?” Madeleine pressed, curious.

Throwing caution to the wind, Kirsten blurted out with her eyes

shut, “After all, you deleted all the files on his computer a week

ago. His work for over a month was completely wiped out.”

After saying this, she secretly exhaled.

She had actually said this loudly.

Surely, Madeleine would fire her on the spot.

She kept her eyes closed, waiting for the harsh scolding. But the

expected outburst never came. Puzzled, she opened her eyes

to see Madeleine frozen in place.

Madeleine was completely dumbfounded.

How could she have done something so stupid?

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It was true that Roderick had often picked on her, sometimes

unforgivably so. But this was beyond the pale.

Having grown up in a business family, she knew all too well the severe consequences of losing critical files.

Her actions had been truly outrageous.

No wonder Roderick was so cold toward her. Frankly, she was

surprised he hadn’t strangled her yet.

She sighed, scooped up a spoonful of custard, and tasted it.

Then she frowned. “It’s too sweet.”

“Is it? But it was made exactly to your taste.”

Kirsten’s surprise at not being fired was immediately replaced

by a new wave of confusion. What was happening?

Due to Madeleine’s frequent low blood sugar, she always added

extra honey, and Madeleine had never complained before.

Madeleine put down the spoon.

“I can’t eat this. I have to watch my figure. How else am I

supposed to dance?”

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At the mention of dancing, she got to her feet and began checking the cabinets in the bedroom for any certificates.

By twenty–six, she should have been the principal dancer at the National Ballet, with a gold medal from the Varna International Ballet Competition to her name.

Kirsten watched her rummage through the cabinets, utterly

bewildered.

Her lips parted slightly. “Mrs. Livingston… You know how to

dance?”

Madeleine froze, then slowly turned to look at Kirsten as the

harsh truth dawned on her.

She had given up dancing–the one thing she had always loved

most.

She had been enamored with ballet since she was six,

practicing every single day, never giving up, even when her feet

were covered in blisters.

It had been her childhood dream. How could she have possibly

abandoned it?

Eager to uncover the events of the past eight years, she

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fumbled for her phone and, with Kirsten’s help, finally found it.

She opened WhatsApp and immediately spotted a pinned chat with “Eddie” at the top.

As she scrolled through their message history, she was utterly

horrified.

Not only had she been an unfaithful wife, but she had also been

a pathetic simp.

She had showered Eddie with endless streams of saccharine sweet nothings. The further she read, the more nauseated she felt, until she thought she might actually be sick.

The final messages showed her sending her location, desperately begging Eddie to come and see her.

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