Chapter 243
243 – The Past That Haunts Me
Baxter:
I had no clue what had just happened, but the way she barged in, the way she told me that she had left everything behind, it took me a while to even gather my thoughts. And I was beyond pissed at her.
How the hell did she think this was a good decision? How did her parents even let her do that?
“ I came here for you,” she snapped at me, almost like she was upset that I was not immediately praising her as if she had done something great.
“But why?” I asked. “Do you not know that life here is not easy p>
I continued, still angry with her.
“I know life is difficult for you, but I don’t fucking care. You’re seeing the trouble, but not my love,” she grunted, making me slap my forehead.
I did not know she would do something so stupid. I wished I had stayed in contact with her so I could have ended things before she did this. And I was exhausted.
“So where am I going to sleep now?” she asked, looking around.
An awkward silence followed. My eyes moved slightly to Madeline, who still had her arms folded over her chest.
This time, she had turned to look at me instead. Her eyes scared me. I knew she would not let me off easy for this.
But I also knew that for now, I could not do anything. She was here, and she had to stay for the night.
Otherwise, there was nowhere else for her to go. Even if she decided to leave, we did not have a car, and letting her wander the woods would be dangerous.
“Does it look like there’s room for another person?” I asked her, irritation clear in my voice.
She looked around the room briefly, then faced me again.
“But I can get us another room,” she mumbled.
“That’s not the point,” I replied, annoyed. “They only let a newcomer stay for two days p>
“Yeah, but I’m a newcomer,” she argued quickly. “I can get us another room, and then you and I can stay there p>
She was too quick to come up with ideas. Ideas that would only make Madeline give me an even harder time.
“I think she’s right. You should go and stay in another room. My kids are sleeping, and I have to put them to bed,” Madeline suggested from the side.
I turned to her. I could tell she was really bothered. But knowing her, this was her way of coping, pushing away the person she thought would hurt her before they could.
It saddened me, not because she was asking me to leave, but because she had been pushed to the point where she chose to walk away before someone replaced her.
“Come on, we should go and get the room before the lady behind the counter goes to bed,” Yuvonne urged and reached for my hand, trying to drag me away.
I freed myself and turned back to Madeline.
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“ I’ll keep the other key with me. I’ll check on you and the children, okay?” I told her.
She looked away, her arms folded over her chest.
“ Come on, ” Yuvonne said again, trying to grab my hand.
I freed myself once more. I could not leave while my wife looked so worried.
I walked toward her and, surprising her, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
I heard Yuvonne gasp. Even Madeline’s eyes snapped up at me. Her arms unfolded from her chest as I leaned toward her ear.
“If I even touch a hair on her head, I will cut off my hand and throw it to the wild dogs,” I warned quietly.
That was all I said before pulling back and turning to leave. But the comfort in her eyes already told me I had made the right decision.
However, when I walked out with Yuvonne, I could tell she was not happy with what she had just seen.
I got us a room right next to Madeline’s.
Once we were inside, I turned on the light and sat down on the couch. The room was similar to the other one, with one couch and one bed.
“Are you two sharing the couch?” she asked the moment the door closed.
“What are you doing here, Yuvonne?” I asked, my hands resting on my waist.
“I told you. I’m still your fiancée,” she replied. “And instead of being impressed that I left everything behind for you, you look upset. You get close to her, give her a goodnight kiss, and then whisper something in her ear. Do you have any idea how that made me feel p>
She raised her voice, pointing a finger at my chest.
“I’m a married man now,” I said.
The moment those words left my mouth, I did not know what happened, but she looked deeply offended.
“You’re my fiancée. Even when others were marrying her, they were not leaving their woman for her,” she reminded me, and I realized where the mistake had happened.
I needed to give her a clear answer.
“I’m a married man, and I will not leave my wife or bring another woman into my life to make her uncomfortable p>
The moment those words left my lips, Yuvonne gasped and covered her mouth. But before long, she composed herself and reminded me of something I knew would come back to haunt me.
“All this for a woman who told the entire community about your past,” she stated, and my fists clenched.
Before I could stop her, she pulled out her phone. Sure enough, there was a video of Madeline from a long time ago, probably after I had slept with her for the first time.
In the video, she was sitting on the table of her old home, talking to the stepmother she hated so much about me.
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