The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 11

Retreating to her room, Madelyn stripped off her soiled clothes and stood in front of her wardrobe, contemplating her attire. Through the thin wall dividing her from the outside world, Zach’s voice carried in.

“I’ve got urgent business at the company this time. If I can wrap it up early, I’ll rush back to you!” he said.

Understandingly, Jadie replied, “I’m fine, Zach. Go do what you have to. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Alright. If you get tired, you can sleep in my room. I just changed the sheets and blankets.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

sigh of relief when the door to her room suddenly swung open. Startled, Madelyn’s hand froze mid-air, holding her dress, her face flushed a fiery red. Her hands fumbled, clutching her clothes tightly around her. Zach, standing by the door, glanced at

been married for years, shared countless intimate moments, bared their souls and bodies to each other; there was no part of her that Zach had not seen. But for some inexplicable reason, in that

her skirt, forcing herself to

it on the table near her. His lips parted slightly, voice low and gravelly. “Here’s a shopping card, a gift from our business partners. If you need clothes, jewelry or

“Thanks, bro.”

gaze and closed the door. He stood still for a moment, swallowing hard. A primal urge, animalistic and restless, stirred within him. After a few seconds, he finally stepped away, gathered his meeting documents, and

if I were out

pressed the accelerator, and sped away from

colliding with no common language. Even though she carried a guilt over Jadie’s demise in their past life, making friends was a bridge too far for Madelyn. She decided on a path of courteous indifference, to simply coexist

awkwardness, Madelyn found her voice

tidying up Zach’s

her descent, the soft thud of her slippers on the staircase marked her retreat. As she was about to step onto the third stair, Jadie’s voice, as light as