The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Madelyn paused to take a sip from her glass. The weight of Ethan’s words dispelled her sleepy haze, and her mind began to race.

The soft ticking of the living room clock filled the brief silence. After a moment’s reflection, she met Ethan’s eyes, her lips pursed thoughtfully. Alright then, should I move out?” she asked.

There was an eerie calm to her demeanor, no trace of irritation discernible in her voice.

She had observed, of late, that the warmth once evident in Ethan’s eyes when he looked at her had dwindled. It was as though he now regarded her as a stranger, his gaze searching, almost as if he sought to peer into her very soul. This shift in his attitude hadn’t come out of nowhere. His frequent late-night returns and prolonged absences were clues she couldn’t ignore.

Madelyn wasn’t naive, nor was she oblivious on the matter. She had experienced what it was like to love someone deeply and unconditionally. She figured that he would not easily forget Donna, whom he had loved so profoundly. Moreover, Donna hadn’t done anything wrong.

Ethan held Madelyn’s gaze but remained silent, the weight of unspoken emotions thick in the room.

tiptoe around my feelings. I respect your choices. I’m

Madelyn entered her darkened room. She took a moment to sit at the edge of

shrouded in the room’s low light. “It’s alright to let go, Maddie,” the figure whispered soothingly. “Don’t hold back your emotions. In my eyes, you’ll always be my little

the bottom of the cup as she replied, 11 I’m not upset because I’ve done what I wanted to do. Mom… I’ve always wanted to be as great an artist as you. I want to follow

Always stand your ground, Maddie, and follow your

“Thank you, Mom!”

the familiar scent of her owner, then clambered onto Madelyn’s lap, rolling

when Madelyn came downstairs, she unexpectedly saw Ethan and Evelyn, who was dressed in worn, somewhat tattered attire. Her appearance suggesting

A servant,