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Madison freed herself from Hunter’s grip after Vince left.
She replied flatly, “Oh, I’m doing just fine.”
After a few days of rest and recuperation, her complexion looked healthier, a huge contrast to her previous sickly self. He mumbled under his breath, “Right. You’ve always been as fit as a fiddle.”
She secretly snickered at him but did not attempt to add any explanation. Taking his jacket off, she said, “Mr. Williams, don’t worry. I will stick to the terms of our agreement. I shall not remarry.”
Hunter had poured his heart into drafting their divorce agreement. Even though he gave her wealth, he destroyed her future by adding a clause to the agreement. It prohibited her from remarrying.
If she ever did, she would need to pay him ten times the settlement he provided her, which would stand at ten billion.
Still, she signed the agreement without flinching because her days were numbered anyway.
The alcohol in her stomach made her sick. Attacked relentlessly by the sharp pangs of pain, she held it in and attempted to leave. But he held her wrist where Vince had previously grasped.
She grimaced. “Mr. Williams, your fiancée is still waiting for you. Do you really want the guests to find out that I’m your ex–wife?
He ignored her words and growled quietly, “It’s dirty here. You need to clean it.”
Somehow, Hunter felt like the sick one between them. Why did his possessiveness skyrocket after the divorce? He was acting like a psycho.
He dragged her to the elevator. She wanted to argue with him, but the elevator stopped on the fifth floor. A bunch of drunkards staggered in.
Frowning, he took a step back and forced her into a corner. This formed a protective wall that separated her from the drunks. She stared at his back in his pressed suit and the back of his head. His hair was styled immaculately.
He might be a disciplined and meticulous person, but he could also be wild and extreme at times. She feared the contradiction that was him.
At that time, she felt the pain growing in her stomach. Every part of her body was screaming in pain. And she badly wanted to find a space where she could gasp for breath.
But she was stuck in an elevator with four reflective walls. She was also wearing a pair of stilettos and standing right behind her ex–husband. Even doubling over would seem like an admission of defeat.
His broad shoulders were within reach. She had once leaned on his shoulders for comfort, but it was now a place that was out of bounds for her.
She focused on counting the floors in the elevator. After an eternity, she finally reached their destination. The hotel was one of the many properties under the Williams Group, whose business spanned multiple industries.
He stole a glance at her when he keyed in the passcode. It was the same code as his safe–a combination of numbers that was related to her.
Before she could figure out his intention, she felt a force dragging her into the room. He threw the jacket aside and led her into the bathroom.
Holding in the pain, she looked at him. “Mr. Williams, we are divorced. I do not need to fulfill my duty as your trophy wife anymore. I’ll leave now.”
He had pressed on the knob of the shower, and she shivered as the icy water poured all over her
She roared, “Hunter Williams!”
He clasped her face underneath the shower and stared at her. “Madie, didn’t I tell you before not to let any man touch you
The cold touch of Hunter’s fingertips traveled down her cheek like a serpent. It didn’t matter what they were fighting over, for he was in one of his episodes again.
When they first dated, he wanted her to promise him three things: no cheating, no touching other men, and no leaving.
She saw hints of his extreme possessiveness from the beginning. After all, he had killed off a family and turned them into ashes just because they slapped her.
He’d also be cross when she shined at school. Once, she fell during sports day, and a member of the organizing committee had to carry her to the health center on his back.
It was that night she witnessed Hunter’s dark side as he ordered her to wash herself clean. Despite her explanations, he forced her to stand under the shower through the night.
Despite his craziness, she was hopelessly in love with him. For him, she took an academic leave to keep herself out of the public eye. She didn’t expect his madness to worsen after the divorce.
Although the side effects from chemo went away, she still struggled with stomach pain. The room didn’t have heating. And after the cold shower, she felt nothing but excruciating pain.
“Turn it off! I feel cold! Hunter Williams, it’s fucking cold!”
He pushed her body against the cold tiles and flashed her a chilling smile. “Madie, would it help if I warm you up with a hug?”
“Psycho! You fucking psycho!”
Trembling, she reached out to turn off the shower. But he spotted it fast and held her arms over her head. The curves of her body looked perfect under the cascading water.
He was similarly attractive. His abs were visible under the white shirt that was drenched. He pressed his warm body against hers in a flirtatious move.
He cocked his head and whispered into her ear, “Madie, you can only be mine even after the divorce. Have you forgotten about it?
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“Let me go! I told you nothing happened between me and Vince.” She kept her temper under control because she didn’t want to push his buttons.
He smirked. “Why did you move into his apartment, then? Madie, did you really think that the Collins could back you up after leaving the Williamss? Why don’t we make a bet on how long the Collins could hold out?”
Hunter had made a dubious claim, confusing her apartment as Vince’s. But she didn’t have time to go into the details.
She banged her left fist against him to express his anger. She knew that it was useless but still better than not fighting back at all.
“Hunter, you were the one who cheated and asked for a divorce. And you are the one who’s getting engaged. Please ask your attorney for the proper definition of divorce if you’re confused! What right do you have to control me?”
She confronted him with a teary voice, “Are you a tyrant or something? If you decided to leave my life, why did you barge in as you wish? If this is your new idea of torture, I’d rather be dead.”
He kissed away her tears and answered coldly, “Madie, I gave you a chance, but you squandered it. Divorce is only a separation on legal terms. You will live under my control for the rest of your life.”
She suddenly recalled that, after that night of standing under the shower, he had once asked her if she wanted to leave.
He was a beast that would hurt her. And he was willing to send her away to safety before he spiraled out of control.
“Do you remember what you said? You hugged me and said that we’d be together in sickness and health. You said you wouldn’t abandon me unless death parts us.”
Madison tried to make out the his handsome face under the dim lighting. “What if I died?” She replied in a thin and unfeeling
“What if I died?” Madison’s almost inaudible mumble bounced off the walls of the bathroom, taking him by surprise. “You won’t die because you have me.”
Sure, he might have endless power and wealth one could wish for, and he had access to the top medical resources in the world. But no doctor would guarantee success in treating late–stage cancer.
Hunter might appear omnipotent, holding power over the life and death of other beings. But he was a mere mortal at the end of the day and powerless to save her from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
She chuckled. “Hunter, since my family owed you a life, shall I atone for that with my death?”
“Madie, I would have taken your life two years ago if I wanted to. I hate you, but I love you at the same time. That’s why I’m keeping you alive to punish you.”