To the Love of My Life-Chapter 857 - Enchanting Time: The Wedding (Finale 27)_1

Chapter 857: Chapter 857 Enchanting Time: The Wedding (Finale 27)_1

Howard Coleman really wanted to open his mouth and ask Madeleine to stay, but the mess he had made, which she had been accusing him of, left him with no face to ask her to stay. He stared at Madeleine for a long time and finally said slowly, “Madeleine, I’ll get back to you with an answer.”

When Madeleine heard this, she really wanted to ask Howard why he was even considering giving her an answer when he had always wanted to divorce her and didn’t have the slightest bit of her in his heart.

Such thoughts flickered through Madeleine’s mind for a moment before she realized how self-indulgent this consideration was.

The divorce she had initiated meant the fulfillment of Howard’s long-standing purpose. His statement that he would get back to her with an answer was simply to avoid appearing too callous. Perhaps at this very moment, his heart was already lightened by the thought of finally getting rid of the burden she was.

Thinking this, a stabbing pain shot through Madeleine’s heart again. She wanted to give Howard a smile, but she couldn’t muster one and merely said softly, “Alright.”

Howard remained silent, looking at Madeleine across the table filled with exquisite delicacies she had carefully prepared, nearly untouched by either of them. His eyes were clear and bright.

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After half a minute, Madeleine blinked, “It’s getting late, I’m going to rest.”

Pausing for a moment, Madeleine added, “Since we’re getting divorced, it wouldn’t make sense for me to continue sharing a bed with you. My apartment has been unoccupied for so long, it’s probably not been cleaned, and going back to the West Suburb Villa would only involve our parents. So, until we’re divorced, I’d like to borrow your guest room, if you don’t mind?”

Howard shook his head. He remembered that when he had decorated the apartment, he had never considered that someone would actually stay in the guest bedroom, and therefore the mattress was quite hard, so he offered, “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Madeleine didn’t fuss with Howard any further and briskly said, “Alright.”

Then she stood up and left the study.

A long while after Madeleine left, Howard still sat at the dining table in that rigid posture, his gaze fixed on the chair opposite him as if she was still there.

Madeleine returned to the master bedroom, closed the door, and suddenly knelt to the ground, exhausted. She hugged her knees and buried her head, crying uncontrollably.

Why had she given up so easily?

Letting go was so much more painful than being with him, so why had she let go?

He had said they might just get by and spend a lifetime together, and she had achieved the life she wanted, so why couldn’t she just be a little more selfish and pretend nothing was wrong and continue living with him?

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She had always seen herself as a bad woman who would stoop to any means to achieve her ends, but in the end, she wasn’t thorough enough in her ruthlessness. She had made everything so chaotic, and she was the one who bore the heaviest, most bitter, and most painful burden.

In the past, she had constantly told herself that she wouldn’t allow herself to suffer from unrequited love; she wanted a love that lasted until death. But in the end, she still ended up in a situation of unrequited love. Life was still so long ahead of her, but how was she supposed to live in a world without him?

Madeleine cried for a long time before she finally stood up, somewhat dazed, and staggered to the center of the bedroom. She didn’t turn on the light, and the room was pitch dark. The light refracted from the distant high-rise buildings outside the window was particularly glaring.