Chapter 280
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Madelyn sat on the bed with empty eyes like a broken doll.
Zach pulled out a black shirt from the closet and tossed it onto the bed. âTake off your clothes and give them a wash. Change the dirty sheets and bed covers together.â
He walked to the doorway, picked up her pair of long white socks from the floor, and hung them on the back of a chair before leaving the room.
Madelyn didnât stay in his room for long. She dashed into the room she had shared with Jadie. She removed her school uniform and put it in the trash bin. In the shower, she scrubbed herself vigorously, trying to wash away the feeling of his touch from her skin. Her thoughts were haunted by the disturbing scene of what he had subjected her to.
Tears welled up in Madelynâs eyes as memories of that moment replayed in her thoughts. Though their physical intimacy fell short of intercourse, Zachâs actions had left an everlasting mark-a terrifying experience from which she believed she would never recover.
âIf he had done it, I donât think I could bear it,â Madelyn thought.
Madelyn did not change into the black shirt he had provided her after showering. Instead, she changed into the clothes she had left behind. Touching any of his possessions repulsed her.
As Madelyn came out of the room, Zach appeared as if nothing had happened. He set dining plates on the table. âCome over and eat.â
âIâm not hungry. Iâm leaving!â She didnât even look at him. The trauma that he had caused her had left her deeply averse to his presence.
âMadelyn!â His voice grew stern.
Madelyn knew he didnât like repeating himself, and her resistance would not change his mind.
Reluctantly, she went over and took a seat. Zach handed her a set of cutleries, and she hesitated before accepting them, her gaze fixed downwards.
Zach then served the remaining creamy chicken with broccoli.
This was the very first time that only the two of them sat at the dining table, sharing a meal.
Madelyn ate slowly, enduring his occasional touchy gestures. She had to bear with it.
âLater, Iâll take you back. We can go to the mall and pick out some clothes. You might get sick wearing such light clothes.â
Madelynâs hand shook, and a fork slipped from her fingers to the floor. Swiftly, she retrieved it. âI-Iâm okay, I have lots of clothes. Iâll go back by myself later.â
Zach took the fork from her and exchanged it for a new one from the kitchen. He added, âWhat about Rosario, though? I remember sheâs been wearing the same coat for three or four years.â
He continued, âIf you truly consider her family, shouldnât you get her something?â
Upon hearing this, Madelyn thought, âHeâs using Rosarioâs situation as an excuse to take me to the mall. Whatâs his real intention?â
Despite being just a simple meal, Madelyn took her time, spending half an hour. Surprisingly, Zach didnât scold her for her slowness.
âI⦠canât eat any more,â Madelyn admitted.
Zach encouraged, âJust a few more bites. Finish up. Iâll wait for you.â
Madelyn looked down, her voice soft and compliant. âI really donât want to eat anymore.â
Zach checked his watch. âFetch my coat from the couch.â
The way he asked reminded Madelyn of how things used to be before. It was like stepping back into her old life when she always did what he told her. Back then, she didnât need to hear his words twice. He believed that, as his wife, she should act that way.
âWhy should I do it for him? Weâre not married in this life! Why should I have to listen to him?â Madelyn thought. Feeling a surge of determination, she said, âIâm not your servant. Get it yourself!â