The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 81

Zach was contemplating where she might be hiding. However, before long, Jadie’s voice broke the silence, directing Zach’s attention to a figure standing near a large truck. “Zach, look! It’s Madelyn,” Jadie exclaimed, her voice tinged with both surprise and concern.

Slowing down the vehicle, Zach saw Madelyn getting into the vehicle.

“Goodness gracious, why is Madelyn leaving with strangers? Has something happened to her? Should we contact the police?” Jadie’s words tumbled out in a rush, her concern palpable.

Zach averted his eyes, a contemplative silence enveloping him as he focused on the task of driving. “No need,” he finally replied, his voice subdued.

“Are you saying we should we just leave her be like that?”

Zach remained silent, his attention steadfastly fixed on the road ahead.

As the truck accelerated, its tires kicking up a cloud of dust, the distance between them and Madelyn swiftly expanded. Jadie could sense the car picking up speed, and a part of her longed for Zach to slow down, if only for a moment. Yet, she understood that he was determined to pursue the truck, leaving her no choice but to endure the increasingly intense ride.

As their car approached the traffic light, it abruptly switched from green to red, signaling them to stop. Zach, however, made a bold decision to run the red light, racing through the intersection. Yet, as he skillfully maneuvered around the corner, they were met with a disheartening sight-the truck they had been chasing had vanished without a trace.

them. What do we do now?” Jadie’s voice quivered with uncertainty. She looked at Zach

and suspicion. ‘Madelyn Jent, what kind of

glance at the rearview mirror, her heart pounding with a sense of relief. They had successfully evaded Zach’s

she wanted to leave. She had learned a lesson on the matter of Jadie. So, she hoped that in view

to

were more than willing to offer her a ride. Explaining her situation to them, Madelyn lied to them that she had engaged

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forty-minute drive, Madelyn found herself standing in front

path. Relying on her memory, she navigated through

found a very familiar sign and

were no elevators in this building, and she had to take the stairs to get

had lost a slipper and so she limped as she walked, and her

hurt a little.

the house number she

the key under the flowerpot on

seen you before?” A forty-odd year-old woman suddenly walked out from one of the other units, with a basin of