Madeline:
“You want me to believe that after everything that happened, you were in love with me all this time?” I asked, my voice breaking from the pain that crept back into my chest.
“I was. I was in love with you,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest as he took a step toward me.
But one motion from me, my palm raised to stop him, silenced him immediately.
“No, you weren’t,” I shouted. “You’re only back because your wife can’t conceive, and you want a child!”
He gasped, stepping back.
“You think I’m a fool, Graham? You think I’m still that stupid, Mad Madeline who believes whatever you say?” I hissed, my voice shaking with anger. “Remember, I gave you all one last chance, that night I told you I was pregnant, and you said you’d never speak to me again. I told you then I just wante
