CHAPTER 105 A DESPERATE EFFORT

"Useless, pathetic excuse for a man," she spat, glaring at the empty space in front of her. "One week. A whole week and not even a word. Does he think I'm that disposable?" The fury that had been simmering beneath the surface finally erupted. She threw the bottle against the wall, watching as it shattered into a million pieces, spraying glass and wine in a glittering arc. Madeline stared at the mess she'd made, her hands shaking with a mix of rage and adrenaline. She was fed up. She'd been played, thrown aside like a worn-out rag, and she was done being the punchline of Ethan's joke. She stormed into her bedroom, yanking open her closet. "If he's too much of a coward to apologize," she muttered, "then I'll go and get the apology myself." She pulled out a tight, red dress, the one that had always made Ethan's jaw drop. "Time to put on a show." Madeline was like a woman possessed, driven by a primal mix of hurt and rage. She pulled on the red dress, zipping it up with an angry flick