Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 390

Staring down at her like a champion looking at the loser, the man oozed with a frightfully domineering aura.

“You wouldn’t waste my time unless you want a painful death coming your way.” He warned frostily.

Meredith coughed twice for the sake of it and raised her head with difficulty. “I… I know I shouldn’t have lied to you, Jeremy. But… But I promise, the love I feel for you is real. I love you, Jeremy, I really do—”

“Cut the bullsh*t,” Jeremy interrupted emotionlessly.

Meredith fell face-down on the ground and bit her lip. “Alright, I’ll tell you…”

Head down, Meredith’s eyes flashed with deceit. ‘If I can’t get this man, Madeline, then you can forget about getting a shred of his love as well!’

She clenched her jaw and swore internally before opening her mouth to say, “There was an elective I took with Madeline in my freshman year, and there was a girl with the nickname Linnie in that class. Madeline and I had accidentally taken a look at her diary, and we found out that she shared a past with you, Jeremy. So I…”

Meredith paused before continuing, “The girl transferred for some reason in the end, but I managed to steal her diary before she left. I think Madeline wanted to pretend to be that girl too, but she couldn’t because I was a step ahead of her.”

leg and begged with newfound humility. “Please,

dare you speak of Jack? You were never fit as his mother at

coldly as his words fell. Then, he turned around to leave, bringing the cold

Meredith wailed with her rigid throat, but the

Jeremy sped his way to

lit a cigarette and stared sorrowfully

reminded him of something Madeline

were streaming down her face while she lay by his feet, accusing him of turning back on the promise he made to her when they were young. He was shocked and mere moments away from believing that Madeline was indeed the girl years ago when Meredith had suddenly appeared with her sly words that convinced him Madeline was lying and that

Madeline was not such

had given without a thought of repayment—a virtue hard

peek at the contents of another’s diary, and then

his chest. After taking a long drag of the cigarette, he exhaled a puff of white

that resolved

a split second, he could not

should be Madeline’s grandfather’s grave. Her