Loving Madeline

Madeline's POV

"So, what it is you want to tell me, Madeline, that you are crying like this? And you are scaring me. I hurt you so many times, yet I haven't seen you cry this hard." Hunter declared, and I am trying my best to control myself and stop crying to talk with him clearly, but I couldn't contain the tears from falling on my cheeks.

"Hunter, before I am going to tell you everything, I want you to know I am doing all this because of my great love for you," I said, and the way my husband is looking at me wants me to stop talking and pretend everything is perfect for us. He keeps silent while he was caressing my hair, and he tucked some strand of my hair at the back of my ear, and it made me feel electrified. I know I am going to miss all of him.

"I want to tell you that I don't want to be selfish and live my life with guilt," I said.

"Madeline, what is going on? Are you cheating on me?" He asked, and I can see the jealousy on his face, and I can't stop myself from smiling.

"No, of course not. I will never become unfaithful to you, Hunter, because I love you so much." I said.

"And why it seems you are going to tell me something serious." He said.

"I don't know where to start," I replied.

"Then, you have to relax first, and when you are ready, you can start telling me, I am giving you all the time, Maddie, and tell me about it when you are prepared," Hunter said.

"Is there something going on between you and your dad?" I asked, and I can feel his body tensed, but he didn't let go of me. He is still cuddling me.

"Why do you ask about my relationship with my dad?" He asked, and I became speechless, and he stared at me for a long time before he speaks.

"The answer to your question is yes, ever since my dad opposed my relationship with Rebecca, we started having a gap. I respected my father, Maddie, but when I found out he was the man behind Rebecca's sufferings, I loathe him, but I can't use force over my dad because he is still my father. Did my father threatened you, too?" He asked, and this time, I nodded my head.

"He talked to me during the opening of Jack's restaurant, and he asked me how much money I want so I will stay away from you, and he told me I am also like Rebecca, that I am only using you to climb the ladder of society. Then he told me, if I remain stubborn, I will end up like Rebecca." I declared, and I can see how Hunter's face darkened.

"Why you didn't tell me about this on that night, Madeline? It was the night you came home so late that I was so worried about you, right?" He asked, and I nodded, and I can tell he is controlling his anger.

"I don't want you to have a grudge against your father, Hunter, but after what happened that night, I was curious about your father's involvement in Rebecca's death because I want to help you to have a beautiful sleep every night and I want your nightmares to stop," I answered.

"Oh, my Madeline, you don't need to worry about me, ever since you came into my life, my nightmares gradually stop, and I wonder what kind of healing power you possess that after a long time, you made me have a peaceful sleep every night. And I am so grateful that you came into my life, and you became my wife." He said, and I felt so touched, and when he claimed my mouth passionately, I almost lost my will to continue telling him the truth. Hunter released my mouth, and it was a quick kiss, yet it was enough to make me feel breathless.

"I found out something, Hunter," I said, and I swallowed my saliva as I prepare myself to face the truth. And I can feel my palms sweat, and my entire body trembled.

"What is wrong with you, Madeline? Are you not feeling well?"He asked the moment he felt my body shivered.

"No, I am fine," I said, and I sat up straight, and I move away from him, but I am still holding his hands, and I looked at his beautiful eyes, and he was looking at me with love and admiration, and I was hoping he will still look at me, the same way after he learns the truth.

"What it is, Madeline?" He asked.

"I found out something, Hunter, and your father is behind all this, and I want you to know that Rebecca is still alive," I said, and I saw how his facial expression changed, and I couldn't tell how he feels right now.

"What?" He asked again, and this time, he is looking at me differently.

"Why are you doing this to me, Madeline? Rebecca's death wasn't a joke, I saw it with my two eyes how the car hit her body, and she was dead on arrival, and I visited her grave a thousand times." He said as his face darkened.

"I am not joking, Hunter; it was a miracle that she came back to life, but your father hide the truth from you, and he brought her to the Mental Care Homes, and for ten years, your father hid Rebecca for how many years she was there living her life like a prisoner, and I hate him for doing it with her," I said. I can see the anger in his face and then the gratification.

"I saw Rebecca, and Gina saw her too when we visited the place. I was confused at first if I will tell you or not, because I love you so much, but I realized she was your first love, and I will never have the chance to know you if she is still in your life. And I know she will always be your one great love, and even though this is so hard for me, I don't have a choice because you save my life, you taught me how to be in love, you made me experience my first love, and for that, I will forever be grateful that once in my life I meet you." I declared, and he brings me closer to him as I saw his tears streaming down his cheeks.

I don't want to know why he was crying because it would be painful for me to learn the truth behind his tears. It would be wishful thinking if he were sobbing for our relationship. But deep inside me, I know how he feels right now, and I am sure he was crying because of the happiness that he feels that Rebecca is still alive. Hunter remained silent, but I can tell he feels so angry because I can feel how his body stiffened and breathing heavily. And right now, he was punching the mattress of our bed. And I want to comfort him. I hugged him, and he cried on my shoulders. I know how much he despises his father now, and I don't know how long we remained in that position.

"Is she alright?" He softly asked me, and I shook my head.

"No, she has a mental illness, and the in-charge informed me you are the only one who can help her recover fast. I know you are confused and angry with your father right now, but I am asking you, Hunter, please don't put the law in your hands. He is still your father." I said.

"Can we go to the mental care homes right now?" He asked.

"They don't entertain visitors at this hour, so I think we have to wait until tomorrow morning, don't worry, I will come with you," I said, and he stood up from our bed, and then he looked at me with tenderness.

"Thank you, Madeline, but I hope you will understand, and please forgive me, I am so confused right now, and I need some time alone." He said, and I nodded my head, and I offered him my sweetest smile even though I felt like dying inside. I make myself ready for this, and I thought I would be fine, but my heart is pierced as I watched my husband walked away from me. He walked out to the door and left me as my tears fall on their own. I lay on the bed and curled my body into a ball as I continue weeping. I have to cry all my tears tonight because tomorrow I have to face the most painful reality, and I am trying to understand how does my husband feels at this moment. 

I know he felt betrayed by his father, he should be the person who will give support to his son, but instead, he made Hunter's life miserable and chaotic. And I want to help my husband, and I am only an ordinary human being whose heart is fragile too. I am hurting so much, and I want to shout so the pain will disappear, but I know right now all I can feel is the pain. I was thinking about Hunter. I was crying hard until I fall asleep, and when I woke up, it is almost three o'clock in the morning. I suddenly felt worried about my husband.

I got up and tiptoed as I get outside of our room and I searched for him around the house, and I found him on the bar.. His head is down on the counter while I saw broken glasses and bottles on the floor, and I realized my husband is suffering right now, and he is in too much anguish too, and I realized we are feeling the same pain, and I wonder how we are going to overcome this test in our married life.