As she said that, Jeremy’s exquisite face seemed to freeze. His eyes glared piercingly at her. “Madeline, what did you say? What’s the meaning of this?”

Thinking that she would be dead soon and remembering her laughable wish that she had held onto for over ten years, Madeline’s eyes reddened as she smiled at Jeremy.

“What I mean is, I won’t let that fake b*tch Meredith get what she wants. Even if I die, I’ll bring the title of Mrs. Whitman with me!” Madeline’s red eyes widened, her tears falling against her wishes.

“Jeremy, even if you’re disgusted with me and hate me, it’ll never change the fact that I am your wife!” Saying that, Madeline felt excruciating pain in her heart.

A lifetime’s worth of her love and passion had been poured onto him. It started with love, and it was now going to end because of love.

Now, their love had soured, and everything was going up in smoke.

However, why did her heart still hurt so much?

Was death the only escape she could have from her pain?