"Madisyn, I need to know!" Joey's voice trembled with urgency, her eyes searching Madisyn's for answers. "You don't deserve to know!" Madisyn shot back, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. "Not after you broke up with me!" Her words dissolved into sobs, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. "Please," Joey's voice softened, filled with desperation. "Just tell me… is the kid you're pregnant with mine or is it my brother's?" --- Madisyn had always envisioned a simple, colorful life. She dreamed of nurturing her children with love and being a devoted mother, building the family she had always longed for. After years of falling for the wrong men, she thought she had finally found the perfect one, the man who would complete her picture of happiness. But she had made a grave mistake. In her eagerness for love, she had handed over her heart too quickly, trusting too easily. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly when he abandoned her at the altar, leaving her humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, she soon uncovered the bitter truth: his love had never been real. He had faked every tender word, every promise of forever. But fate has a way of balancing the scales. Madisyn knew that revenge was a dish best served cold, and what could be more satisfying than turning to the one person her ex hated most? His own brother. Dating his brother wasn't just about moving on; it was about reclaiming her power. It was about showing him that she could rise from the ashes he left behind and find love in the most unexpected place—right under his nose.
"I don't care who she is," Madisyn whispered, her voice deadly calm, though her insides twisted with a storm of emotions. "I hope one day, you wake up and realize how pathetic, how utterly worthless you are."
She remembered about earlier, about how miserable she was. And she felt pathetic, she even missed him.
Earlier the weight of her sadness pressed down on her, making it almost impossible to get out of the car.
She was struggling to keep tears locked just at the memory of the dedication she had put in picking decorations and planning romantic details to the room.
Whereas there he was, not even thinking of her for a second.
The image of them together carved fresh wounds into her already fragile heart, while Joey had likely not even spared her a single thought. He had been too busy betraying her, too preoccupied with getting into bed with someone else.