Female Novel
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
In the middle of the night, Madelyn jolted awake from a terrifying nightmare. She sat up abruptly, herforehead drenched in sweat. In an instant, a familiar scent of disinfectant invaded her nostrils, the oneshe detested above all.
Madelyn paused for a brief moment, questioning herself, ‘Am I not dead? Why am I still alive?’
Just then, a click echoed through the once-dark hospital room, illuminating it with harsh, blinding lightsthat made it hard for her to open her eyes.
Breaking the silence, a man’s icy voice pierced the air. “Did you have a nightmare?” He strode forwardwith long steps, approaching her bedside. His tall figure blocked the light, engulfing Madelyn’s petitebody completely.
“Z-Zach?” Madelyn looked up. As she caught a glimpse of the man’s face, filled with a profound disgustthat seemed to penetrate her very being, her eyes widened, and a look of terror washed over herfeatures. “Stay away!” she thought, ‘Why am I back in the clutches of this devil?’ Instinctively, sherecoiled, resisting his presence.
Madelyn’s mind was in chaos. The sight of Zach filled her with overwhelming fear and despair,suffocating her.
Zach’s movement froze. His narrow eyes instantly glazed over with a chilling frost, glaring at herunpleasantly. His handsome face darkened.
“I’ll go get the doctor,” the man’s voice, cold and hoarse, devoid of emotion, carried an intimidatingaura.
With the sound of the door slamming shut, Madelyn’s nerves finally relaxed. The man’s departure liftedthe oppressive weight in the room. Anxious, Madelyn threw off the covers. Suddenly, a sharp, piercingpain emanated from her wrist. She lowered her head and noticed her wrist wrapped in gauze. Shewondered, ‘Did I cut my wrists?’
Enduring the pain, Madelyn switched hands and reached for the cellphone on the bedside table.Pressing the buttons, she glanced at the calendar. The moment she saw the date, a wave of numbnesswashed over her, rendering her unable to process anything.
It was now the year 2000, the year she turned eighteen.
Struggling to piece together her fragmented memories, Madelyn realized that she was currentlyhospitalized, seemingly because she had resorted to cutting her wrists in an attempt to force Zach tobe her boyfriend.
Zach had become Hayson Jent’s godson when Madelyn was ten years old.novelbin
Her true feelings for him had blossomed when she was fifteen. It was during that time when theirfamily’s mastiff suddenly went into a frenzy and attacked her. In that moment of danger, it was Zachwho came to her rescue. He shielded her with his own body, his arm firmly clamped in the jaws of thefrenzied mastiff, blood flowing relentlessly.
His voice echoed in Madelyn’s ears, “Don’t be afraid! Close your eyes.”
Trembling, she felt the warmth of his gaze upon her…
To this day, Madelyn couldn’t forget the sense of security that Zach provided, creating a deepattachment within her.
In his twenties at the time, Zach exuded a mature aura beyond his years. His features were strikinglyhandsome, with well-defined eyebrows, sparkling eyes, broad shoulders, a slender waist, and a leanhip. However, he always maintained a cold demeanor, keeping his distance from others, rarelydisplaying a smile or engaging in extensive conversation.
Just a few days prior, it had been Zach’s birthday, and Madelyn had planned to surprise him bybecoming a gift herself. She had undressed and laid on his bed, convinced that she was now an adultcapable of anything.
In the early hours of his return, Zach discovered her on the bed and immediately flung her off withdisgust. He scolded her for her audacity, unleashing his anger toward her for the first time.
That night, Zach stormed out of the room, purposefully avoiding her, and disappeared for several days.No matter how diligently Madelyn searched, she couldn’t find any trace of him. So, she resorted to thisfoolish act, cutting her wrists in a desperate attempt to make him reappear.
As Madelyn contemplated the repercussions of being entangled with Zach, fear gripped her…
A few minutes later, several doctors rushed into the room.
Zach stood at the doorway, his face clouded with gloom, his dark eyes coldly surveying Madelyn’s palecountenance. He wondered, ‘When Madelyn first woke up and looked at me, her eyes were filled withfear and despair. Why is she terrified of me?’
After assessing Madelyn’s condition and consulting with his colleagues, the doctor delivered his verdict.“The patient’s fever has subsided, and she can undergo the discharge process tomorrow. Regardingthe wound on her wrist, please ensure she keeps it dry once she’s back home. She can return to thehospital after a week to have the stitches removed.”
A faint hint of relief softened the man’s previously stern expression as he added, “Thank you.”
The doctor didn’t linger and left the room after providing a few instructions.
Left alone in the small room, Madelyn lay on the bed in an uncomfortable silence, keeping her eyesshut, unwilling to look at him.
Zach glanced at his wrist to check the time and spoke softly, “I have a meeting in half an hour. I need toreturn to the company. I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow at eight in the morning to take care of thedischarge procedures.”
Madelyn pressed her lips together. Zach always acted this way—rejecting her on one hand, yetshowing kindness on the other, to the point where it created an illusion that he deeply loved her.
She didn’t want to speak, or more accurately, she didn’t want to say anything to Zach. She didn’t evenwant to look at him. The pain from her recent ordeal hadn’t faded yet. She couldn’t gather the strengthto face Zach with such composure.
Seeing Madelyn’s silence, Zach’s eyes narrowed with a dark intensity. A trace of displeasure flickeredin his gaze.
“Don’t hurt yourself like this again. If you desire a relationship, seek someone else. I am not suitable foryou,” Zach declared firmly.
Madelyn’s heart constricted at his words; they were exactly the same as what Zach had said in herprevious life. She still vividly recalled that, after he had uttered those words, she wept inconsolably andeven contemplated extreme measures, such as jumping off a building. Yet, Zach responded with icyindifference, stating, ‘If you wish to die, it’s your choice.’
Madelyn had already experienced death once. Her love for Zach had been eroded by countless days ofdespair.
She opened her eyes, her face still pallid, and regarded Zach with a calm gaze. In her heart, shesilently uttered, ‘Zach Jardin, from this moment onward, I no longer love you.’