The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 30

Moonlight pierced through the window, its cold brilliance illuminating the room. Madelyn, clad in her nightgown, descended the stairs into the living room. Rarely prone to wake during the night, she had awakened thirsty only to find her water pitcher empty. As she made her way downstairs, sleep still fogging her vision, she turned and gasped at the unexpected sight of a dark silhouette on the couch.

“Ahh!”

Her drowsiness evaporated instantaneously, as the figure rose from the couch, switching on the wall light. The sudden brightness made her squint, and it took a moment for her to make out the man before her.

“Bro, what are you doing here? You didn’t go home?”

The room was steeped in a faint aroma of alcohol, a scent unmistakably emanating from Zach.

just got back from an outing? And why isn’t he

eight years of marriage, Zach’s intentions were as elusive

it was a casual, unassuming look, she could not help but notice the strange glint in his eyes. His breath

she feigned ignorance, intending to escape. But he suddenly stretched out a hand, bracing it against the wall, blocking her path. A ripple of panic coursed through her, her heart pounding

there something

through even the thickest armor, was daunting.

her ear. “Madelyn, have

kept her gaze lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. She knew if she did, he would instantly

feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Is it because of

in closer, this proximity revealing the contours of her body beneath the

clearly remembered the sight of her waist

figure and body is extraordinarily well- developed. I wonder how many men