Love has its end, and there is no return date

Walter was right—the human heart is the world’s most unfathomable thing.

If Louis couldn’t forget the one who got away, she could step aside. She wouldn’t cry or make a scene.

She could accept that he didn’t love her, and that he loved someone else. What she could not accept was his pretense of devotion while he remained tangled with another.

He carried someone else in his heart, yet he had spoken words of love against his own conscience—words that captured her, heart and soul.

Louis could walk away from this relationship unscathed. But she was the one stuck in the mud, unable to move.

After dragging her weakened body home, Madison found her space invaded.

Christine stood timidly behind Louis, a flicker of challenge in her eyes.

“Christine just returned to the country and has nowhere to stay,” Louis said coolly. “Clear out the master bedroom and move to the guest room.”

The maid, Barbara, muttered under her breath, “Since when does a guest take the master bedroom while the host sleeps in the guest room?”

Christine’s gaze toward Madison grew more contemptuous.

She reached up, her fingers brushing Louis’s cheek with tender concern. “Louis, being with a woman you don’t love… it must be so painful for you. If only your father hadn’t torn us apart back then—we would have been the happiest couple!”

Madison had just come home from the procedure. Leaning against the wall for support, she barely kept her feet.

Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, she felt like a fool.

In the middle of the night, sounds drifted from the next room.

Christine clung to Louis like a delicate vine, soft and pliant.

They were tangled together, kissing as if they couldn’t bear to part—reunited after so long, whispering words of longing.

Nestled against his chest, Christine murmured softly, pleadingly, “I don't like being disturbed. Make her move out.”

Louis’s gaze was indulgent. “The doctor said you need peace and quiet to recover. I'll have her out tomorrow.”

Madison stood outside the door for a long time, letting the bitterness settle within her.

Late that night, Louis pushed her door open.

He'd just come from Christine’s bed, and now he was here to confront her.

“Madison, why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?”

Her face was pale, but her voice held an edge. “My body, my choice. I have the right to decide whether to carry a child or not.”

The string of beads Louis had been fidgeting with snapped. “My family has had only one heir for three generations. Our line is dwindling—and you hid it from me and took abortion pills!” Fury burned in his eyes. “Did you even think to discuss this with me?”

Madison pressed her lips together, stilling their faint tremor. “The milk I drank every day tested positive for contraceptives. A child conceived under those conditions would most likely have been born with severe defects.”

Contraceptives have side effects; long-term use causes irreversible damage to a woman’s body.

The doctor had told her that her ovaries were failing. That she'd conceived at all was nothing short of a miracle.

This abortion meant that having a child in the future would be next to impossible.

A flicker of guilt passed through Louis’s eyes. “Just focus on recovering. There will be other chances.”

Madison’s voice was hollow, almost a whisper to herself: “There won't be another chance.”