Chapter 9 I Would Rather Die Than Ever Sleep With You Again

Upon hearing Madelyn's words, Jason froze mid-motion. His head dipped, his eyes smoldering with a fierce intensity as he fixed his gaze upon her.

Madelyn was bare, clutching herself defensively, her tear-streaked eyes blazing with defiance.

In that moment, Jason's mind flickered to the memory of her laughing and conversing with that man.

What was his name?

Ah, yes-Daniel Flynn.

A spark of jealousy ignited within him, fanning the flames of his anger.

With a scornful sneer, he resumed his advance.

"I don't care if you're a stand-in;you're my wife. Even if we are to get a divorce, no other man can be close to you." His words dripped with venom, each syllable steeped in possessive disdain.

Madelyn's patience snapped. Seizing a fleeting moment of Jason's distraction, she delivered a stinging slap across his face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the quiet room.

Jason was stunned, a vivid red handprint blooming on his chiseled features, the pain searing but secondary to his disbelief.

Madelyn's hand hovered in the air, trembling-perhaps from rage, perhaps from fear.

Her voice, steady and resolute, cut through the tension. "I would rather die than ever sleep with you again."

Each word was a dagger, laced with revulsion and unwavering conviction, striking deep into Jason's core.

For a long moment, he held her gaze in silence, then let out a derisive chuckle. "Fine. But until our divorce is finalized, don't mess around with other men and tarnish the Miller name."

His words were a cold lash, cutting into Madelyn's composure.

Her heart flared with indignation. She longed to retort that it was him and Rebecca who needed to keep their affair in check, but before she could speak, he stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Madelyn lingered on the bed, wrestling with the storm of emotions swirling within her.

As clarity returned, she realized that waiting out the divorce proceedings would only invite more chaos into her life.

No-she couldn't delay.

She needed a lawyer, now!

Rushing to the door, she gripped the handle and twisted, but it did not move a bit.

To her dismay, she found it locked from the outside.

She pounded on the door, her voice ringing through the empty villa. "Open the door! Let me out!"

A female voice echoed from outside-one unfamiliar to Madelyn.

Her demeanor was polite, likely at Jason's behest. "Mrs. Miller, may I help you?" she asked through the door.

Madelyn's tone was glacial. "Unlock this door. Let me out."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller," the maid replied, her voice tinged with regret. "Mr. Miller has ordered that you remain in the villa."

"Where is he?" Madelyn demanded, struggling to rein in her fury.

"Mr. Miller has stepped out," the maid answered, her tone unwavering, almost mechanical.

It was clear Jason intended to keep her caged here.

Madelyn trembled with rage, her fists clenched at her sides.

After a pause, the maid added cautiously, "Mrs. Miller, anything you want can be provided, so long as you stay within the villa."

Madelyn scoffed. Anything, as long as she remained a prisoner?

They were on the brink of divorce, yet Jason still presumed to control her every move.

What did he take her for-a possession?

"I want a lawyer," Madelyn declared.

The maid's response was curt. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller. Mr. Miller has forbidden you from meeting anyone."

At that, Madelyn abandoned any hope of reasoning with the maid.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned her attention to the window. An idea came to her mind.