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.

And why isn’t he with Jadie? What’s he doing

Zach’s intentions were as elusive

breath hitched, revealing a hint of disarray. She knew Zach was not one for infidelity–not until Jadie was out of the picture. After Jadie’s death, Zach had drowned himself in debauchery, sampling many women.

tremble ran through Madelyn’s lashes as she feigned ignorance, intending to escape. But he suddenly stretched out a hand, bracing it

is there something else

gaze, sharp enough to cut through even the

brushed her hair behind her ear. “Madelyn, have I done something

against the wall behind her, kept her gaze lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. She knew

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

closer, this proximity revealing the

clearly remembered the sight of her waist hollow revealed by the curve of her

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