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.”

Madelyn thought he had left. She was about to breathe a 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 her bare silhouette. His hand, resting on the door handle, tensed, and his gaze quickly averted. For an eighteen-year-old, Madelyn’s figure

there was no part of her that Zach had not seen. But for some inexplicable reason, in that very moment, Madelyn’s heart fluttered in disarray. It was as if she was meeting Zach for the first time, her composure slipping

turn around, she hastily slipped into her skirt, forcing herself to regain her composure. “Bro, do you need

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 anything at

“Thanks, bro.”

a few seconds, he finally stepped away, gathered his meeting documents, and got into his car. As he turned the ignition, his hands

were

suppressed the turmoil within him, pressed the

met, two worlds 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 for a few

the lingering awkwardness, Madelyn found her voice first.

fleeting smile, quickly saying, “I’m tidying up Zach’s room,

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 a drifting leaf, found