Confused, Madeline went to the bathroom without hesitation.

The main difference between it and the living room was the gush of resentful energy that seemed to fester inside.

Walking in, she was baffled by the scene that met her eyes.

“Look at this, Linnie. These are all pictures and information on you and me.”

Jeremy walked toward the wall and took the image of Madeline. Her face was marked by a red pen and her portrait was marred by a sharp object. His brows furrowed and he felt uneasy.

Madeline could imagine the intensity of Felicity’s hatred for her from the images plastered all over the bathroom. “Something tells me that she despises me but is in love with you.”

Jeremy looked serious. “I didn’t know the two of you looked so similar, Linnie. And even if I did, there’s still no way I’d harbor feelings for her.”

“You might not feel anything, but she most certainly does. I’m inclined to believe that the similarities in our appearances are hardly a coincidence.” Madeline c