Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

After Madeline had gone in, she softly closed the door.

Aside from Shirley, who was sleeping on the bed, there was no one else in the room.

Shirley, likely to have fallen asleep not long ago, was not yet sound asleep. When she heard Madeline’s footsteps, she suddenly opened her eyes.

When she saw Madeline walking over to her, Shirley seemed to pause briefly, then a look of surprise showed on her face, but she did not appear to panic.

Since she could not feel her legs, she did not get up; instead, she only laid in the bed.

She looked very off—colored. It was clear that it was due to the weakness caused by her illness.

That led Madeline to recall the time when she had experienced the flare-up of the fourth stage of the poison. She would have probably looked like this as well.

She would have been maniacally blabbering nonsense, and she would have been recalling those painful and dark memories in her head.

“Shirley, do you still remember me?” Madeline walked to the side of the bed and looked into Shirley’s almond-shaped eyes. “I’m Eveline.”

“Eveline, ” Shirley repeated her name. “Of course, I remember you. How can I forget?”

remember me? What else

chandelier above her, then she started murmuring

guess there really is karma

mocking herself, then suddenly burst into laughter. Her laugh was soft,

knitted together as she closely watched Shirley’s

seemed clear- headed

she had been earlier when her thoughts were completely under the poison’s influence and

different poison than

thought about

this poison to deal with me and control my husband. You were so close to

the chandelier, showed no expression on

is so

face and stared straight into

will come to

to comprehend what

‘What is ending soon?’

was as calm as still water, Madeline seemed to see the roiling