Chapter 8
After a long silence. Madeleine finally spoke again, but she didn’t answer Sullivan’s question. She said, “Sorry, I thought you’d like it
Alas, het apology ended up being the last straw that made Sullivan’s angreblaze in all its glory.
“Why are you always so presumptuous?” he sailed icily before leaving the bedroom.
Watching ham leave, Madeleine got a faint idea of what was happening. It made sense. He was still her boyfriend right now. Being a principled man, he wouldn’t get intimately involved with Isabel at this point, no matter how much he liked her
Thankdully, everything would come
rome to an end in just three days
Since the day was last approaching, Madeleine gathered everything in the villa that was related to Sullivan and got rid of them, either by trashing the items or buming them
She dug out everything from the photos she took of Sullivan during his debate competitions back in college to the couple–themed household items, including mugs, slippers, and pajama sets, that she bought for him. There was also the rosary she had gotten for him that had been blessed by a priest.
All of these things bore witness to her love for him.
The last things to go into the fire were the love letters Madeleine had written for Sullivan. As she threw them in one by one, she couldn’t help but recall the past. Initially, Madeleine had pursued Sullivan the normal way. She spent three whole months writing 99 love letters for him, but he had rejected every single one It was only when she noticed that he was having trouble due to Naome’s medical bills that she eventually came up with the idea of setting up a mutually beneficial agreement between them—one that would allow him to accept her help while also ensuring that she got what she wanted
Maybe she had truly made a mistake there Love couldn’t be bought with money. According to the novel, the only person Sullivan loved was 1sabel, his female protagonist.
Once this thought occured to Madeleine, she stopped reminiscing about the past and tossed the final love letter into the fire.
Just then, the door opened, and Sullivan came home. He immediately saw the colorful envelope Madeleine had just thrown into the fire.
Despite never checking its contents, he was extremely familiar with the envelope. It was one of the love letters she had given to him in the past, all of which he had refused to accept.
Sullivan felt his heart miss a beat. Without even thinking first, he blurted out, “What are you doing?”
Madeleine was a little boggled to see the dazed look on Sullivan’s face, but she replied, “I’m getting rid of some unnecessary things. There’s no reason to keep These around any longer, so I burned them “
Sullivan felt a sense of unease in his heart. He could sense the change in Madeleine in recent days. Her behavior had been ra
didn’t want to argue with her, the words that escaped his lips were impossibly harshi
“That makes sense. You’ve gotten what you wanted, so those things aren’t necessary anymore.”
rather
strange, too. Yet, even though he
It wasn’t his first time mocking Madeleine. In the past, she would always feel upset, but this thine, she felt nothing
“It would all be over soon.” mumbled.
Sullivan was perplexed. He couldn’t make head or fall of what she had just said, and he had no clue what she was up to this time. Ignoring her and the things she was burning, he went straight upstairs to the study.
Madeleine continued to sit there, unmoving. She watched as the final love letter was slowly reduced to ashes. Eventually, the tire died out.
She thought to herself, “Sullivan, from now on, forget about those Initiating memories. Forget about me, the female antagonist. Let’s both have a fresh start,
