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That caught Madison by surprise. After all, the media had repeatedly reported on Hunter leaving Collington Cove in the morning. Did he not stay the night?
Soon, she laughed at her naive thinking. It didn’t matter if he stayed the night at Andrea’s because the couple already had kids together.
“Mrs. Williams, married couples fight all the time, but they get over it soon. Why don’t you take a step back? A couple shouldn’t be holding grudges. I…”
As an outsider, Madam Burgess would never fully understand the complexity of Madison’s relationship with Hunter. He had a long-time grudge against her, and she resented him more than she loved him. Even without Andrea’s presence, their marriage wouldn’t have lasted.
But deep down, Madison knew that Madam Burgess was being kind. She then collected herself and got out of bed. “I’ll wash up.”
“Okay, Mrs. Williams.” Madison went into the bathroom and scrubbed the places where Hunter had touched her. She even carefully cleaned her hair which had gone unwashed for days. When she saw the amount of hair that fell out, she sat in a corner, hugging her knees and looking lost.
Finally, she picked up the hair on the floor with napkins and disposed of them when she heard Madam Burgess outside the bathroom. She would hate for Hunter to find out about her diagnosis.
By keeping her diagnosis a secret, Madison was making a bet with herself. If Hunter still loved her, she’d turn her death into her revenge against him. Even when she was dying, she wanted to make sure that he carried the guilt with him forever.
However, if Hunter did not love her anymore, it would be pointless to inform him about her diagnosis. Not only would she humiliate herself, but it’d also give Andrea a good laugh.
With that in mind, Madison left the bathroom and went downstairs. Madam Burgess had laid out a feast with many of her favorite types of food.
Madison invited Madam Burgess to dine with her. The lady wiped her hands on her apron and served Madison some soup.
“Here’s some fruit soup that Mr. Williams specifically asked me to make for you. I told you that he still cares about you, didn’t I?”
The dishes were a little on the heavier and spicier side than what Madison preferred. She erred toward the opposite of Hunter’s palate, who preferred bland dishes.
In the past, they always had different dishes for their meals to accommodate their different taste buds. Now that she was ill, she could no longer take heavy foods.
“Mrs. Williams, why aren’t you eating? I’m sure that my cooking is as good as before. When Mr. Williams has his meals at home, he’d ask me to make food with a little more spice.”
Madison shot her a surprised glance because she knew that Hunter couldn’t handle spicy food.
Madam Burgess must have read Madison’s mind since she explained, “That’s why I said he still cares about you. Even when he’s not living with you, he wants me to make your favorite food. Back then, you had to force–feed him spicy food, but now, he eats them on his own.
“It was tough for him at first, I have to admit. He always choked on the spice and had to chug a whole gallon of water. But his spice tolerance has gone up lately.”
Oh, the irony of it all! Hunter ended up trying spicy foods, which she had to give up because of her illness. Perhaps, that was why they would never make a good pair.
She dropped the topic and pestered Madam Burgess until the latter lent her a phone. Thankfully, she memorized Vince’s number. She quickly keyed in the number.
A wave of relief washed over her when she heard his voice. It would be her fault if something bad happened to him.
When Vince was greeted with silence, he cautiously prodded, “Madison?”
The car crash came out of nowhere, and he had pretty much pieced together the reason behind it.
“It’s me. Vince, I’m sorry I got you into trouble.”
A hint of excitement crawled into Vince’s tired voice. “Were you being hard on me when we were at City Hall because you didn’t want to get me into trouble?”
She struggled to understand what he was getting at. “Vince, I couldn’t call you because my phone was confiscated. How’s your injury?”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t hurt thanks to the airbag. Is he keeping you hostage? Do you want me to make a police report?”
“He and I are legally married. There’s no way to report him for taking me hostage. Vince, I really appreciate what you’ve done for me, but you don’t need to worry about me anymore.
“Today’s crash was a warning from him. I know you’re just being nice to me, but I’m not worth that sacrifice. I feel more relieved now that I know you’re safe. Well, goodbye for now.”
Madison quickly hung up, leaving Vince grinning foolishly on the other end. He was glad to know that she had directed the harsh remarks at him out of concern for his safety, not because she still loved Hunter.
After returning the phone to Madam Burgess, Madison retired to the bedroom to rest. After falling asleep, she was woken up by the sound of the door closing. She picked up the pungent smell of alcohol that made her sick in her stomach.
Before she could say a word, Hunter had thrown his jacket on the floor. She felt a weight on the bed, followed by his slurred whisper. “Darling, I’m home…”
It had been so long since he called her “darling.” Hearing that stunned Madison, and she lay still in a daze.
She didn’t know how much he had drunk to get to this state. He was behaving as if they hadn’t argued. He pulled Madison into his armis. Enclosed in the heat of his familiar embrace, Madison almost could not control herself.
Struggling to remain rational, she reached out to push him away but Hunter stopped her, took her hand, and brought it to his lips. His warm lips gently brushed the back of her hand as he muttered, “Where did you go? I looked for you for so long.”
Madison couldn’t hold back her tears. It seemed that she was set to spend all the tears she had that year. Fighting her tears, she asked, “Weren’t you the one who pushed me away?”
“Nonsense.” Hunter held her tighter, drunkenly kissing the back of her ear. “The person I love the most in my life is you. How could 1 bear to push you away?”
Pushing him away, she said, “Hunter, take a good look at who I am.”
The lights were off and the curtains were drawn. Under the faint illumination from the yard, Hunter noticed that her eyes glistened with tears.
“Are you tired? Did I just wake you up?” he asked. He lowered himself and gently kissed away her tears, murmuring, “Don’t cry, Madie. I will kill anyone who dares to come near you!”
His child–like threat only made Madison cry even harder. She didn’t know how much he had drunk to end up like this. If he was even a little bit sober, he wouldn’t forget how much he hated her, let alone speak to her like that.
Madison buried her head in his embrace. Sniffling and trembling, she asked, “Hunter, what would you do if I were dead?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Everyone dies. Everyone born into this world ages and eventually falls sick before dying. No one can escape that.”
“Well, then I will die with you. We will enter eternal slumber together and be laid to rest at the same place.”