Madeleine’s POV
I'm reluctant to speak based on what I'm seeing. I'm no longer concerned about whether or not I'm already making a fool of myself in front of Sofia. The agony in my chest felt like a wound that had been drenched with chili and booze. My tears, though, are no longer able to flow, no matter how much sorrow I'm in since it seems like the water in my eyes has evaporated earlier as a result of my worry for him. My face had been completely cleansed of blood.
“Now, do you believe me that there is nothing special about you? Even if he marries you, if you turn your back on him, he will search for another woman to relieve the itch in his body that you are causing him. He will search for the comfort that you believed only you could provide him.'"
"Really?" I recovered my calm and t
