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When Madison was still with him, he would rush to Andrea without hesitation whenever he heard that ringtone regardless of what he was doing. Madison still felt anxious whenever she heard that ringtone.
Hearing Andrea’s exclusive ringtone hit her like a bucket of cold water, leaving her cold from head to toe. She deserved it for not learning her lesson despite getting hurt so many times.
When Hunter turned back to Madison after answering the call, the look in Madison’s eyes changed. Her conflicted feelings were gone, and in their place was serenity.
She answered, “It’s nothing much. I had a cold, and I was in the hospital for a few days.”
Hunter thought of the withered bouquet in their home. He had also assumed that she had a cold when she didn’t return home for those few days.
It had been three months since they last contacted each other after that phone call, and he knew nothing about her hospitalization. It pained him, and he even felt a little guilty. No wonder she had become so much thinner.
Hunter opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. Because of how hostile he had been, he couldn’t bring himself to utter any words of concern.
“It’s all in the past, Hunter. We’ve reached the point where we can’t stand the sight of each other anymore. Why are we still holding on to this? Let’s get a divorce. I’m really tired,” Madison said calmly..
It was a bad topic to raise. As soon as it was mentioned, he thought of her smiling at Vince at City Hall. The thought of it made anger burn within Hunter, which spread as quickly as a prairie fire.
Each time she asked for a divorce, Hunter knew that she was eager to be with Vince.
The answer Madison received was a cold scoff.
Grabbing her chin, he answered, “I decide whether we get a divorce. Since you haven’t reached the point where your current life is worse than death, how can you assume that I will let you go?”
With that, he whipped her hand off of him and returned to the bathroom, his eyes glowering with hatred. He didn’t see any hair on the bed, so he figured that he was worried for nothing and that she was only focused on getting a divorce.
Madison found it increasingly difficult to understand him as his temper changed quicker than the weather.
He was the one who had demanded a divorce, yet he would fumme whenever she brought up the topic. Had his sister’s death driven him off the edge of sanity? Was he experiencing early andropause? What a hormonal man!
Hunter washed up and left, leaving Madison lying on the bed with her back facing him. Their past affectionate farewells were nowhere to be heard, and the cold slam of the door was the only thing that filled the air. Madison was aware of her weak health, so she didn’t put up much of a fight.
The only thing that hadn’t changed was Madam Burgess‘ kindness. Equipped with an apron and a spatula, she still prepared delicious food for her every day.
“I brewed a healthy chicken stew for you, Mrs. Williams. Please eat it,” Madam Burgess announced softly.
With a gentle smile, Madison replied, “Please make me some fish chowder too, Madam Burgess.”
“Alright.”
Looking at the weather outside, Madam Burgess asked, “There’s a lot of snow in the courtyard. Are you not going out to play in the snow, Mrs. Williams? I remember that you used to love playing in the snow with Mr. Williams. Wouldn’t your issues be resolved through a little play?”
“I’m not going out. I’m going to take a nap.”
With that, Madam Burgess left and closed the door behind her. She found it strange–Madison disliked fish and she used to be quite lively.
Why had she become so listless and sullen to the point of not stepping out of the bedroom?
She assumed that Madison was throwing a tantrum at Hunter, so she didn’t think too much about it.
After a few days‘ rest, Madison’s discomfort gradually subsided. Every day, she would consume a large amount of protein and nutrients, which helped to replenish and maintain her white and red blood cell counts.
Hunter came back home to rest every night, but they did not speak. They slept with their backs facing each other, separated by the vast expanse of their bed. Madison couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.
A few days later, her health was much better than it was before.
Staring at the sky outside, she figured that he wouldn’t be home anytime soon as the sky was still bright. For the first time, Madison left the master bedroom and headed to Hunter’s study. As she was entering the password, Madam Burgess called out, Mrs. Williams.”
It startled Madison. For the past few days, Madam Burgess had pitied her and lent her phone to Madison. Hence, Madison had not lost contact with the outside world, but Lee still didn’t know the cause of Jodie’s death, which spurred Madison to take a risk and search Hunter’s study.
As Madam Burgess approached her, Madison thought that her plan had failed. However, Madam Burgess said, “The lock has been changed, Mrs. Williams. You’ll need to use your fingerprint. Let me help you.”
Then, Madam Burgess wiped her hands on her apron and placed her finger against the lock on the study door.
Madison was speechless. To Madam Burgess, Madison and Hunter were just two quarreling youngsters. She didn’t know a thing about the grievances they harbored toward each other.
“Thank you.”
“There’s no need for that. Anyway, I’ll head back to the kitchen.”
Madison entered Hunter’s study and noticed that it was no different from before. He was an organized person, and Madison knew where he placed all his documents.
Soon, she located a safe that contained everything about him and his sister, including childhood photos and toys. It had left a mark on his heart, which Madison never explored when she was with him.
As she entered the password, her heart ached. His password used to be her birthday, but it likely had already been changed to Andrea’s birthday.
She laughed at herself as she entered her own birthday. To her surprise, he hadn’t changed it. The password was correct.
Madison opened the door, which revealed many objects inside the spacious safe, including several document folders. At first glance, she saw the words “Cause of Death.”
Madison quickly took them out of the safe. She had barely scanned the first few lines when a cold voice asked, “Have you given up on playing nice? Are you resorting to thievery now?”
Engrossed in reading the contents of the document, Madison was startled by Hunter’s sudden appearance. She dropped the files, which scattered all over the floor.
Why had he come back so early? Hunter usually only returned home late at night. Although they were married, she was a little asharned, especially since she knew that Hunter hated it when people schemed behind his back.
Madison swallowed nervously. Her expression was stiff as she said, “Y–You’re back.”
Hunter was clad in a suit and tie, which outlined his tall and slender figure. When his icy gaze fell upon her, Madison felt like she was trapped in a frozen cellar.