Chapter 522

Madeline:

“I don’t get it. What did I do that is upsetting you so much?” I asked, watching him clench his jaw at me. Like, if he could, he would just strangle me right here.

It was scary to see this side of Ron because he was not the kind of guy who acted this way. Which is why I understood that whatever he knew, or thought he knew, it was bad.

“How is your relationship with Yuvonne?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes were still blank as he watched me.

I began to get scared of his reaction. In my head, I told myself that I needed to respond in a way that would not upset him. That was the problem.

He was making it so difficult for me that I was considering just saying what he wanted to hear.

“It’s good. I mean, I spoke with her after last time, and she told me she felt guilty and wanted to fix things. But also, Ron, she really did not ask those rogues to gang rape her, you know. That was a huge misunderstanding. I’m not sure if your lawyer told you what happened afterward,” I explained, thinking that maybe his lawyer had misinterpreted a few things for him.

But the way he was clenching his fists and staring at me made it difficult for me to get the words out.

Ron’s friendship meant a lot to me. He had helped me when nobody else had. So yes, his anger and frustration deeply affected me.

“No, none of the lawyers or anyone visited me even once,” he replied calmly, but his velvety tone carried complaints.

“I did not know that. Actually, I could not come to meet you. I mean, even when I became a pack member,” I paused when he raised his hand to show me his palm.

“Speak when I ask you a question,” he snapped, causing my spine to straighten.

“Of course. Whatever you want to ask me,” I responded confidently.

“So you’re on good terms with Yuvonne?” he pressed, and I wondered if he was upset because I was on good terms with Yuvonne.

Could that be? Was he that childish?

I truly did not know the reason behind his anger.

“Yeah, Ron-she,” I began, then paused again when he shushed me.

“She committed suicide, I heard. Or she tried to. I wonder why she did that.”

There was a strange softness in his tone when he slipped that information, and I instantly tilted my head, trying to understand something. If no one had visited him, where did he get that information from?

“She did not try to end her life,” I stated confidently, folding my arms across my chest and leaning back in the chair, crossing one leg over the other.

He noticed all the confident body language. Then he chuckled to himself.

“Really? Then why did she do it? How did she fall? Did she not, um, lose the baby?” he continued.

There was no clear indication of what he was feeling at that moment.

“Ron, she has not been able to speak properly. She is not doing well mentally, that’s what I’m trying to say,” I mumbled.

He nodded, his lips pulling downward in a sarcastic way.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

As soon as I uttered it, he narrowed his eyes at me, as if I were joking.

“Is it my loss or someone else’s?” he scoffed as he made that comment. Goosebumps prickled on my skin, and I secretly clenched my fists.

“I understand that things made her look bad, but she never wanted to be raped. No woman does,” I grunted, thinking that was why he was making those comments about her.

“I’m not talking about that, Madeline. I’m not that low of a person,” he shot back, his

tone sharp enough for me to notice it.

“Then what is the problem? Whoever came to you with this news gave you half the story. It would be better if you spoke with me and let me tell you what really happened instead of fetting that person get into your head,” I said confidently and sternly.

I knew what Yuvonne had been through. And I did not appreciate anyone

commenting on a woman’s body or any leaked videos or pictures. I did not entertain

it.

That was why I did not even

comment on or talk about Silver’s

picture did not care if she cheated or not, but did not like anyone’s pictures getting leaked.

Even if someone is a horrible person, I believe everybody deserves privacy,

especially when it comes to intimate moments.

“Okay, well, since you want to talk so badly, what if I tell you I saw everything with

my own fucking eyes?” he hissed at me.

His fists clenched, but he forced a smile onto his lips.

“What did you see?” I asked, my body heating with stress.

“That my wife, when I was gone, was on her knees with Graham. He was gripping her hair while she sucked him dry,” he spat.

Everything he said seemed to pause my existence for a moment. Then I let out the biggest yelp and covered my mouth with one hand.