The Unwanted Wife's New Dawn

Madelyn's delicate fingers gripped the bedsheet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. At the peak of her climax, she bit down on the pillow in front of her, stifling her moans.

The man kissed her neck and behind her ear with tender affection, his voice trembling with emotion as he murmured, "My love..."

Madelyn bit harder into the pillow, her tears flowing uncontrollably and soaking through the fabric, a physical reaction to the overwhelming emotions.

But the ache in her chest was far more unbearable than the physical sensations.

For years, she had deluded herself into believing he had feelings for her. Yet just days ago, she learned the truth-his heart had always belonged to another woman.

When it was over, she curled up, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket. Her eyelashes were still damp.

"Crying again?" Jason leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek. "Next time, I'll be gentler."

"There won't be a next time, " Madelyn replied, her voice hoarse.

"What?" Jason froze.

"Jason, let's get a divorce."

Ignoring the dull ache in her waist, Madelyn sat up and looked at him, her gaze clear and resolute.

Jason stood there, his robe loosely draped over his body, the open neckline revealing his toned chest and abs. "You're joking, right? That's not funny, " he said casually, turning toward the bathroom.

"Jason, " Madelyn raised her voice slightly, "when you're in bed with me, who are you really thinking about?"

Jason stopped in his tracks and turned back, his perfectly chiseled features showing a flicker of surprise.

Madelyn leaned against the headboard, her pale face exuding a fragile beauty, but her expression was unwavering.

"When we're together, is it me you're thinking about-or Rebecca?"

Her tone sharpened, her words almost accusatory.

"I've seen your private social media account, Jason. You've commented on every single one of Rebecca's posts. You've been in love with her for ten years. You married me only to ensure her happiness wouldn't be compromised."

It wasn't until last week, when she stumbled upon Jason's secret social media account, that Madelyn realized her entire marriage had been a cruel joke.

She began listing everything, one by one.

"On my birthday, you said you had to work late. But in reality, she wanted desserts from a specific bakery, and you took her there."

"On our first wedding anniversary, you claimed you had a client meeting. But you were actually on a date with her."

Jason's face darkened, his expression stormy, but he didn't deny a single word.

"And when you married me..."

Madelyn's voice faltered, her throat tightening as if something was lodged there.

"The Powell family and the Clark family had agreed that their eldest son and daughter would marry. When I returned to the Clark family and became their eldest daughter, the engagement fell to me. But Rebecca also wanted to marry into the Powell family.

To ensure her happiness, you volunteered to marry me. That way, I couldn't marry into the Powell family, and only she could."

By the time she finished, Madelyn couldn't hold back her tears. They streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Even though she had learned the truth a week ago, bringing it up now still felt like a knife twisting in her heart.

She had thought she married for love, only to discover she was nothing more than a pawn in someone else's game.

"And what do you expect me to do about it now?"

Jason finally spoke, his voice as indifferent as ever, as though the passionate man from moments ago had been a completely different person. "What's done is done. Why don't we both just pretend none of this ever happened?"

Madelyn let out a bitter, tear-streaked laugh, her pain etched into every sound. "So you don't feel even a shred of guilt?" she choked out.

"When I was brought back to the Clark family at eighteen, I was just a naive girl from the countryside, completely out of place in their world. Every one of my brothers doted on Rebecca and treated me like an outsider.

But you... you didn't hate me. You were the only one who was kind to me. Was all of that just an act?" She straightened her back, the blanket slipping down to reveal her thin shoulders.

She had once believed this marriage was her salvation.

When the Clark family brought her back, she hadn't wanted to return.

But her biological sister had died because of her, and her adoptive parents' love for her had changed after that.

They still loved her, but seeing her reminded them of their lost daughter. Their love was tinged with sorrow, and it broke her heart.

Unable to face them and their grief, Madelyn reluctantly agreed to return to the Clark family.

But she hadn't expected them to think she came back for their wealth. Over time, resentment and hatred grew between them, and she eventually lost contact with her adoptive family.

When the Clark family rejected her, she thought Jason's kindness was her only refuge, her only salvation in this life.

But she had been gravely mistaken.

This marriage, far from being her salvation, was a terrifying abyss she could never escape.

When her words fell silent, Jason's only response was a dismissive, impatient remark, treating her pain as if it were nothing more than baseless drama. "That was years ago. Why bring it up now?"

"There's nothing left to say, " Madelyn replied, her voice trembling. "Today marks three years since we got married. Do you even remember?"

Jason said nothing, his silence deafening.

Madelyn's lips curled into a mocking smile, tears still glistening in her eyes. "Let's get a divorce."