Chapter 3 Will Jason Be Your Lover

"Enough! Are you still not satisfied? Rebecca has already explained herself," Connor scolded Madelyn again. "Stop stirring up trouble! At home, you're always picking on your sister, and now that you're married, you're still the same!"

Madelyn's cold, indifferent eyes turned to Connor, filled with disappointment.

Whenever she made a reasonable request at home, Rebecca would twist it into her causing trouble, and everyone would gang up to lecture her.

The Clark family always sided with Rebecca without question, leaving Madelyn feeling isolated and resentful.

She turned her gaze to Rebecca. Being taller, she looked down at her with a condescending air, her eyes filled with disdain. Her voice was sharp as she asked, "Does your husband know about all this?

Does Evan know that Jason only married me because of you? When you went to those college reunions with Jason, was Evan there? Does Evan know Jason married me because of you?"

Her smile was mocking. "You and Evan don't plan on divorcing, do you? So, is Jason supposed to be your lover?"

"Madelyn, what are you saying?"

Connor instinctively stepped forward, disbelief written all over his face.

Rebecca was even more stunned, her face pale with shock. "Madelyn, how could you think that? Jason and I are just friends!"

Rebecca stammered. Madelyn's icy gaze swept over the two of them. Without another word, she picked up her suitcase and turned to leave.

Whatever relationship Rebecca and Jason had, it no longer mattered to her.

She just wanted to escape this place that filled her with pain and disgust.

As she descended the stairs, she was startled to see Jason standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor.

His silhouette exuded a profound loneliness, and she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times. At eighteen, it was that very profile that had drawn her to him, made her want to get closer, to warm his heart.

But the moment he turned to face her, his eyes fell on the suitcase in her hand, and his expression darkened.

He had clearly been standing there for a while, long enough to hear every word of their earlier conversation.

Madelyn continued walking forward. So what if he had heard? She hadn't said a single lie.

"Rebecca has already explained everything. What more do you want?"

Jason's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"So, I'm just supposed to forgive you both because she explained?" Madelyn shot back.

"Fine." Jason let out a cold laugh. "What do you want this time? A designer bag? Jewelry?"

Every time she was upset, he would buy her something to appease her. But that was never what she truly wanted.

Madelyn's fingers curled slightly at her side. She reached into her bag and pulled out a document. "Sign it."

Jason took it casually, but when his eyes landed on the words "Divorce Agreement" on the cover, his face turned grim.

"Madelyn, are you really going through with this? If you make this choice, don't even think about coming back to me."

"This marriage was a mistake from the very beginning. I'm just setting things right," Madelyn said calmly, her gaze drifting to the side.

She had prepared the divorce papers a week ago but had hesitated to hand them to Jason until now.

Jason let out a bitter laugh, his anger barely contained. "How long are you going to keep this up? Don't forget, you were the one who wanted to marry me in the first place!"

Madelyn took a deep breath, finally voicing the truth she had buried in her heart. "Because back then, I had no idea your reason for marrying me was so revolting!"

"Revolting?" Jason's face darkened further, his voice icy. "What did you think? That I married you for love?"

His expression didn't change much-still the same cold, emotionless mask-but deep in his eyes, there was a flicker of disdain, faint yet unmistakable.

Madelyn caught it instantly.

Even if he didn't say it outright, she understood. She wasn't worthy of his love.

To him, she was just an unrefined girl from the countryside-someone with the bloodline of high society but none of its refinement.