Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 93

Arrogantly, Meredith lifted her head to glare at Madeline. Her anger must have been driven by the humiliation of Jeremy’s actions this afternoon.

Madeline chuckled lightly. “Then why are you angry if you’re so sure that he only kissed me for fun? Why spend so much money to have people send me those texts?”

“You…” Words formed lumps at Meredith’s throat, unable to be said.

It dawned on Madeline. “That’s why you had the Whitman servants call me? What did you call me here for?”

“Important business obviously.” Meredith’s smile turned sinister as she suddenly grabbed Madeline by her wrist, her eyes harsh and fierce. “Why won’t you get lost already, Madeline? How many times must I remind you that Jeremy is mine? You should know by now what happens when you steal my man.

“Did you forget why you went to prison? Did you forget how Jeremy killed the illegitimate child in your stomach to console me? Did you forget how your mentally ill grandfather died?”

Meredith’s smile grew demonic before Madeline’s eyes.

Staring at Meredith’s wretched expression, Madeline’s mind supplied her with scene after scene of torturous imagery. Especially at the mention of Grandfather’s death.

to Madeline’s head. “Meredith, you

Meredith lowered her voice,

to

backward only to realize that Meredith had walked back and picked up the fruit

thought that Meredith would be coming after her, but she was shocked to find Meredith point the blade of the knife at Jackson who laid asleep

She yelled, her heart thumping inexplicably hard in

like to see how you’re gonna get out of this, Madeline!” Staring at Madeline as she spoke, Meredith suddenly raised

“Stop!”

“Ah!”

Madeline’s protest and Jackson’s yell of agony rang out at the almost same

a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak

would prey on their young. How could

hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all

could you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my son

from the top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud