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.

Blood rushed to Madeline’s head.

found out something he shouldn’t.” Meredith lowered her voice, an evil look

to counter

realize that Meredith had walked

that Meredith would be coming after her, but she was shocked to find Meredith point

raced. “What are you doing, Meredith?!” She yelled, her heart thumping inexplicably hard in her

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

“Stop!”

“Ah!”

Jackson’s yell of agony rang out

in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long

Not even tigers would prey

who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while holding Madeline tight enough that she could not struggle out of

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

of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was