The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Moonlight pierced through the window, its cold brilliance illuminating the room. Madelyn, clad in her nightgown, descended the stairs into the living room. Rarely prone to wake during the night, she had awakened thirsty only to find her water pitcher empty. As she made her way downstairs, sleep still fogging her vision, she turned and gasped at the unexpected sight of a dark silhouette on the couch.

“Ahh!”

Her drowsiness evaporated instantaneously, as the figure rose from the couch, switching on the wall light. The sudden brightness made her squint, and it took a moment for her to make out the man before her.

“Bro, what are you doing here? You didn’t go home?”

The room was steeped in a faint aroma of alcohol, a scent unmistakably emanating from Zach.

an outing? And why isn’t he with Jadie? What’s he doing

eight years of marriage, Zach’s intentions were as elusive to her

was backed against the wall, escape impossible. As he approached, his gaze swept over her. Though it was a casual, unassuming look, she could not help but notice the strange glint in his eyes. His breath hitched, revealing a hint of disarray. She knew Zach was not one for infidelity–not until Jadie was out of the picture. After Jadie’s death, Zach had drowned himself in debauchery, sampling many women. Madelyn was aware that, with Hayson

as she feigned ignorance, intending to escape. But he suddenly stretched out a hand, bracing it

there something else you

each beat faster than the last. His piercing gaze, sharp enough to cut through even the thickest armor, was daunting. His powerful aura, coupled with the thick scent of alcohol, left her

Zach brushed her hair behind her ear. “Madelyn, have

his eyes. She knew if she did, he would instantly spot her vulnerability, deducing her every thought with a single

Because it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Is it because

in closer, this proximity revealing the contours of her body beneath

her waist hollow revealed by the curve