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She slowly inched her way to the chilly outdoors. There was a blizzard howling outside. Her silhouette drifted further away into the distance.
Vince did not want to let her go. He looked out the window and watched her disappear.
The corner of his lips curled into a helpless smile. Why was she so persistent? Was Hunter really worth it?
Vince likened her to a pious priest on a vision quest, looking for a holy place that never existed in the first place.
The lights were on when Madison got back to the Williams residence. She looked at the cozy mansion in the snow, reminiscing how it had been three years ago.
Warm air flooded her the moment she opened the door. She took her shoes off and found Hunter busy in the kitchen.
As usual, he was there.
He was wearing a gray cashmere sweater. His forearm muscles pushed against his rolled sleeves, making him look especially attractive. His left arm bore a long and ugly scar.
The scar was from when he shielded her from a thug that was coming at her with a sharp knife.
Hunter was focused on cooking when he felt a hug behind him. He was stunned and stopped as Madison buried her head into his back.
He continued cooling for a bit more and turned the flame off. He stood at the stove and did not turn back. He said softly,” Where did you go?”
“I was at the hospital for my arm.”
He knew how she could be. He had to care for her quite intently, even when she got a small cut. Her fall this time was much worse than that.
It didn’t matter what Andrea said. Hunter was not blind. He could tell that she was trying to save Connor.
“Thank you for today. Connor was okay.”
After that, Hunter skillfully plated the food and brought it to the dining table.
Madison was rooted to the spot, shocked. It was the first time he had ever thanked her. A wave of regret followed.
The “thank you” was meant to set a professional distance.
She wanted to tell him, “Hunter, I went to get my arm stitched up. It still hurts now. Can you make it better, please?”
Looking at his tall back, Madison muttered to herself, “What’s there to thank? 1 hate that little punk. 1, of all people, hope he hurt
Hunter didn’t expose her horrible attempt at lying. He called out to her from the side of the dining table. “Come and eat. Wash your hands first.”
Rays of light from the chandelier fell on him. Without his suit and tie, the wooly cashmere sweater added a domestic warmth to him. Even his elegant face was less cold than usual.
He was wearing the apron she got him three years ago. It almost looked like nothing had changed.
Madison went toward him smiling and saw that the table was filled with the spicy food she used to like. If he paid attention to what Madam Burgess had been making for her recently, he would realize that her palate had changed.
He no longer took notice of her like he used to. They tried so hard to revert to the life they had, but that life was far behind them.
A lot of things ended silently, like his love. The answer to everything now was silence and distance.
Although her stomach couldn’t handle spicy or oily foods, she had hoped for a feast like this for two years. So, she pushed through the discomfort and ate it.
Since her life was on a countdown, she appreciated every meal she had even more. It was one meal less for every meal she finished.
Hunter had known her for a long time. He could tell when she was faking happiness. It was obvious that she was forcing herself to be happy. Had his cooking skills depreciated after two years?
Hunter finally spoke to break the silence, “Is the food not up to your standards?”
“No, it’s great. It tastes exactly like how it used to. I was thinking about how long we hadn’t eaten together and how much longer we still have.”
The old Hunter would have said “forever“. Now, he stared at the snow outside the window and remained silent.
Madison set herself up for that. Why would she ask such a dumb question?
One month was the last ounce of grace he could extend.
Before he could answer, she started to feel a piercing pain in her stomach. She hadn’t eaten spicy food in a long time. It hurt so bad that she was tearing up.
“I’m done. Please help yourself.” Madison got up and rushed upstairs.
She vomited into the toilet severely. Looking at the globs of blood, she could tell that she didn’t have much time left. She had to seize every moment.
Madison showered, avoiding the wound on her arm. She noticed that she was experiencing hair loss. However, stopping her treatments now would stop her hair from completely falling out.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Although she looked pale and sickly, her skinny face accentuated her eyes. At least, she could leave this earth beautiful.
Hunter was in the home office. Madison knocked on the door and went in. He was wearing gold–rimmed glasses.
They both wore glasses. Vince looked elegant and classy when he did, but Hunter looked fierce and severe. The glasses couldn’t hide the dangerous look in his eyes.
He looked up and then at her coldly. Madison immediately said, “I want to see the auroras. You owe me a honeymoon. In Iceland.” Back then, she and Hunter had only signed the papers; they did not have a wedding. If anyone caught them together on camera, he would ask for it to be deleted. No one knew he was married.
Apart from the marriage papers, everything else a girl dreamed of–the wedding, the dress, and the honeymoon–never happened.
That was why Hunter pampered her greatly after they were married. It was as if he was compensating.
Hunter put down the pen he was holding, adjusted his glasses, and said in a low voice, “You know I’m busy at the end of the year. Plus, it’s hard to predict when the auroras will appear.”
He was trying to say that he couldn’t afford it.
Now, the man who was willing to spend half a year nurturing a rose garden for her because of something she said, was no longer willing to spend a few days with her outside of the country.
When He loved her, he was head over heels. Now that he didn’t, he was unsympathetic.
Madison gently tugged the corner of his shirt and begged, “I don’t have much time left. Can you give it to me, please?”
“Madison, don’t take advantage of the situation.” He looked at her coldly. He assumed she was referring to the month they agreed on. He didn’t even hesitate to reject her idea.