Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 485

At that, Madeline broke into a mocking chuckle.

Even so, her eyes grew wet as the sea wind blew despite her laughter.

“Do you even hear what you’re saying, Jeremy?” She scoffed, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re telling me that you loved me since the moment we met again, yet you’ve taken a part of my flesh away?”

Madeline’s expression darkened the most at the mention of ‘love’.

“Is this what it means to love someone, Jeremy? Being in love means that you wish the best for that person! Not to break, destroy, and torture them!”

Madeline let out the rage within as her tears began to trickle from the corner of her eyes with the sea breeze.

They fell on the back of Jeremy’s hand, the warmth of the tears searing his flesh.

“You don’t need to lie to yourself, Jeremy, and I don’t need you to lie to me. The one you’ve loved this entire time has been Meredith all along, I can see it in the way you protect her despite the evil things she has done. Yet what did you do when I was slandered and scolded? You left me outside by the road in the pouring rain. You left me to die!”

in silent agony at the

opened his arms to hold Madeline in them. “Stop

out of Jeremy’s embrace, but it was to no

hammer it against his chest. “Let me go, Jeremy! Why can’t I keep talking, hmm? If you had the galls to do it, then why can’t you have

time again when I was so irrevocably in love with you! Even until the day I ‘died’, you were still getting happily engaged

took in every word of rage Madeline threw at

daggers, bringing him to a whole new height of

blood-filled memory, let alone watch

Jeremy’s eyes silently while his throat ached with

he could offer, Jeremy tightened his hold in fear that she would once more slip away from his life

within her, but she seemed to be unable to hold her tears

as she relived

to struggle and hit him, she resorted

happy when I met you the first time. You were my friend and the first boy who I impulsively decided I would live forever with. Yet, the fact that I love you is of the past, just like the rainbow shell I gifted you back then. It

to have him procure something from his pocket and display it

the rainbow shell she had previously thrown away in the busy