The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Madelyn was transported back to a day of memory in her past life. A day when the name Cecilia Samford held profound significance. Their first meeting had been under Cecilia’s orchestration at a café just below the grand Jardin Corporation building.

During that time, Ventropolis had become a bustling hub of economic activity. Immense skyscrapers ruled the skyline, most of which echoed with the undertone of Jardin Corporation’s dominance.

The air was thick with heat, just as it was now. There was a slight, pungent smell wafting from the hot asphalt roads under the midday sun.

Cecilia, at the time, had possessed wavy, vibrant hair that cascaded to her shoulders, secured in a simple ponytail. Every ounce of her screamed dominance and power.

Facing someone like Cecilia, Madelyn couldn’t help but feel insecure. Cecilia, after all, was the primary aide to her husband. A woman who seamlessly blended grace, assertiveness, and allure. Madelyn found herself wondering if any man could truly resist her.

Cecilia’s gaze was condescending as she looked at Madelyn, causing her to grip her handbag tighter, an attempt at projecting composure. “Is there something you require from me?”

was a smirk. “I have a flight to catch to Europe with Mr.

heart sank. ‘Zach hadn’t informed

my gratitude. He did a splendid job raising him. And in the decade since I graduated and

turned pale. “What

tone. “Oh, Madelyn Jent, has playing housewife muddled your senses? Allow me to simplify things for you:

day, I’m Zach’s right-hand woman, but by night, our roles are… far more personal. From the moment I stepped into the company, he offered his ‘support,’ and I graciously accepted. The word on the street is you’re quite magnanimous

her heart ached, and she felt suffocated. She clutched

her lifelong nightmare. Whenever she saw her, Madelyn couldn’t help but remember the hurtful things Cecilia had said to her

her tears and turned around, pretending everything was fine. Mya looked at her with concern. Madelyn, were you

just got some sand blown into

Mya pouted, looking rather cute. “No, it’s okay. I need to