Chapter 1 Youâll Regret This Someday
âMadeline Grant, youâre a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have died instead!â
Noah Quincy angrily shoved her away from him. His expression was as somber and desolate as the
funereal black suit he was wearing.
Taken by surprise, Madeline lost her balance and fell, landing on her heavily-pregnant belly. The pain
was so intense that spasms shook her entire body, and she cried out in agony.
Blood began slowly trickling onto the ground.
Nonetheless, she forced herself to ignore the pain and looked up with swollen, red-rimmed eyes. With
a bleak, mirthless expression, she pleaded, âNoah, how many times do I need to say this before youâll
believe me? I wasnât the one who betrayed your family or the Quinton Corporation, and I certainly didnât
cause your grandfatherâs death.â
âYou have the nerve to say that in front of me?! Have we mistreated you in any way?! Wasnât it enough
for you to marry into our family and be an adored daughter-in-law? Instead, you turned around and sold
confidential information about the family business, plunging it into dire straits! When Grandpa found out
your little secret, you ruthlessly disposed of him!â
Madeline shook her head vigorously. âI told you, it wasnât me! It was Angie!â
Noah was furious. Glaring down at her with contempt, he snapped, âHow dare you involve your sister in
this mess! Havenât you done enough harm to her already? What more do you want?!â
Time and time again, this woman schemed and plotted without remorse, but like a fool, he always
relented and forgave her in the end!
Steely determination and anger flared up in Noahâs eyes, and he flung a divorce settlement agreement
right in Madelineâs face. âYouâll sign this right now! From today on, Iâm going to make you pay a
thousand times over for everything youâve done!â
The sight of the document was like a dagger to Madelineâs heart. Her entire body felt as if it had been
turned to ice on the spot as if she had been consigned to the freezing wastelands of Hell itself.
She shook her head furiously. âNoâ¦I wonât sign the divorce papers. Our child hasnât been born yetâ¦â
She could not get divorced, not right now. She did not want her child to be stigmatized and suffer as a
result of what had happened.
Noah pushed her aside. âI warn you, donât you dare use that child to threaten me! If it werenât because
of your pregnancy, do you think Iâd even let you live?â
Above all else, he hated being intimidated. This woman, however, had done it to him time and time
again!
âCall the police!â
Noah turned on his heel and stalked out of the house, seething with rage. He did not so much as spare
Madeline a backward glance.
Madeline refused to give up hope. She did not believe he could treat her so cruelly and tried to run after
him.
However, she saw that he had already gotten into his car. Not only that, her sister, Angie, was in the
passenger seat beside him, looking pleased as punch and acting just like the mistress of the Quincy
household!
Her twin sister, Angie, was the instigator of this entire affair!
Madeline wanted nothing more than to drag her perfidious sibling out of the car and throttle her to
death!
However, right at that moment, she heard a police siren blaring, and a police car stopped in front of the
house.
âMs. Grant, Mr. Quincy has lodged a report against you, saying you deliberately committed murder and
sold corporate secrets. We have conclusive evidence now; weâre putting you under arrest!â
The constables seized her arms and dragged her toward the police car. She staggered and fell to the
ground again. Her hatred consumed her; she could only lie there, staring with venomous eyes as Noah
and Angie drove away.
As the police pulled her to her feet, Madeline struggled furiously. Glaring at the departing car carrying
Noah and her twin sister, she shrieked, âNoah Quincy, you only ever believe whatever that bitch says,
never me! Youâll regret this someday! If youâve caused my unborn child to come to any harm, Iâll never
forgive you, ever!â
Rain began to fall, mingling with the bloody trail on the ground where the police had dragged her to the
car. Her desolate cries carried through the storm like a banshee wailing.
As he drove off, Noah could still catch a glimpse of Madelineâs humiliated, desperate figure in the
distance.
Her sobs echoed in his ears, and her accusations seemed to sear themselves into his heart.
Madeline was clearly the culprit, so why did he suddenly feel his resolve weakening?
â¦
Five years had passed.
A cold, bitter wind gusted over the cold, desolate landscape of the North Hill Cemetery in Imperia.
Madeline stood in front of the Quincy familyâs cemetery plot. She was clad entirely in black and was
holding a small bouquet of lilies. Stooping down, she lightly placed the flowers on Gordon Quincyâs
grave. âIâm sorry I took so long to visit you, Gordon,â she murmured.
She took off her sunglasses, revealing a face devoid of makeup. Her features were good; her nose was
exquisitely straight, and her lips were rosy even without lipstick. Her long tresses had been gathered
simply over one shoulder. Although she was in a cemetery and dressed in such austere garb, her
elegance, and cool, aloof beauty were still eye-catching.
She had finally fulfilled her promise and returned after so long.
She was sure that Gordon had been her guardian angel all this while, allowing her to encounter that
mysterious Good Samaritan five years ago.
Back then, when Madeline had been framed for selling confidential information about the Quinton
Corporation and causing Gordonâs death, her reputation had been utterly destroyed. She had become
a notorious criminal, despised by everyone in Imperia.
The night of her arrest, she had bled heavily and given premature birth to triplets. Her firstborn son had
been taken away on Noahâs orders; fortunately, she had encountered a mysterious individual who had
helped her conceal the existence of her other two sons. This individual had also helped her fake her
own death, which was why she had been able to hide herself away and survive until now.
She stared at Gordonâs weathered photograph printed on his headstone. Even in the picture, his
expression was kindly and compassionate, just as it had been when he was still alive. For a moment, it
seemed as if he had smiled at her.
âIâve heard theyâre going to get married soon!â
Madelineâs gaze abruptly turned as cold as a steel blade!
âDonât worry, Gordon. As long as Iâm still alive, Iâll make sure that murdering bitch Angie wonât ever be
part of the Quincy family, not after she betrayed you!â