I reached to turn it off, but Madeline's pleading voice stopped me.
"My mate, if you keep me locked up, my depression will get worse. I'll wither away. Please, don't cage me in that villa anymore. I want out. I even want to be with you in front of Sophie, to—"
Her words dissolved into moans, drowned out by the sound of their bodies colliding. When it finally quieted, Maxwell spoke one word.
"Alright."
I was discharged.
Maxwell carried me to the car, then from the car to the villa's couch, insisting I was too fragile to walk.
His devotion sounded so sincere—until I spotted Madeline among the staff, dressed in a maid's uniform.
My heart lurched.
I stared at Maxwell, disbelief burning through me.
She wanted out of the villa, and his solution was to bring her here? To our home?
"Soph
