Mag-log inMadeline
Ava hadn't returned. Not when Dominic and I had been taking our wedding vows, and not now, when the guests were clearing. I swallowed, my heart crashing against my rib cage as the last of the guests filed out of the hall. Ava's parents had gone out do their mind with worry when I'd informed them of Ava's disappearance. I'd felt the first flicker of guilt as I'd watched her mother try to salvage the situation, silently wishing I'd done a better job at convincing her to stay back. I paced around the room, dialing her number once more and listening to her voicemail. "Shit," I cursed beneath my breath. That was exactly what I was in. A deep shit. What was I supposed to do now? Dominic thought I was his rightful wife; I'd realized he hadn't even seen a picture of Ava when he'd failed to crash out after catching me without the veil. Which was completely strange. Who didn't at least know what their intended– My thoughts were cut of when someone barged into my hotel room. I looked up to find Clarissa, Ava's mom, closely followed by her father, James. Clarissa's sharp eyes connected with mine the second she stepped in. "No word from her?" She asked a little worriedly. I shook my head no. I'd only told them Ava had disappeared to attend to something. Something I'd claimed to have no knowledge of. I wasn't going to add her disloyalty to Dominic to the pile of things I was already dealing with. Clarissa and James shared a look that made my heart sink. Whatever it was they were going to say next, I already knew I wouldn't like it. Clarissa took a step forward. "Ava said you were going to get divorced?" She asked, watching me closely. I pressed my lips together and gave her a single nod. I'd known it was only a matter of time before everyone knew my marriage to Christopher had ended. "I signed the papers and handed it to him this morning." I muttered, feeling a familiar blunt pain stir up in my chest. James dig his hands into his pockets. He'd been standing almost as still as statue since he walked in, so I knew he was about to say something. "I'm sure we could get our lawyer to sort out the technicalities of your divorce," He said a little cautiously. Another shared look with his wife. "But right now, we're going to need you to go on the honeymoon trip with Dominic." It took a second for his words to register. When they did, panic threatened to overtake me. I was already shaking my head before he could continue. "I can't do that, that's not fair to–" "Actually, you can," Clarissa cut in matter-of -factly. There was a sudden edge to her voice that hadn't been there before. The kind that said she wasn't about to let the situation blow up in her face. "You are in fact, legally married to Dominic now. It is your signature on the marriage certificate, my dear." I raised my hand pleadingly. This couldn't be happening. "Clarissa, James, I was only supposed to stand in for a while–" "And that's exactly what we're pleading," She interrupted. Her face softened when she heard how sharp her tone was. "You're divorced, so it's not like you have a marriage to get back to." Ouch. "We're simply saying; carry on with your marriage to Dominic until we can get a hold of Ava and resolve the situation. Which I'm sure would be soon enough." I turned to James, realizing Clarissa was far gone in her plan already. Before I could get a word out of my mouth, a knock sounded on the door. "Come in," It was James who responded. There was a small creak as the door opened, and then Dominic was standing in the room. He'd changed out of his wedding suit. He slowly drifted his gaze from one person to the other before finally settling them on me. I watched confusion filter into his eyes as he most certainly wondered why I was still in my wedding gown. "We have to get going now or we're going to miss our flight," He said calmly. Flight? His words almost drove me into a state of panic, and he immediately noticed. "Ava?" He called out with concern. "She's back?" Clarissa instinctively asked, turning around and causing Dominic's confusion to heighten. She quickly tried to cover her slip up when she realized he'd only been trying to gain my attention. Her awkward laughter echoed in the silence of the room. "For a second I thought you were referring to Madelyn's friend and namesake, Ava." I met James's to eyes, unsure where Clarissa was going with this. "Ava," She said, gesturing to me, "usually goes by Madelyn to avoid any mix-ups." Another awkward laugh. "You know, since her best friend is Ava too." No laugh this time, only a smile that was way too wide for the situation. "Too bad the said best friend couldn't be in attendance." I could tell Dominic was still as confused as ever, but he seemed to let it slide. His eyes found mine. "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked softly, looking at Ava's parents with a silent request for them to excuse us. Their gazes met mine, and in them I saw the silent reminder for me to stick to the plan. I watched their back until the door closed behind them. Dominic's exhale filled the room. He tucked his right hand into his pocket and took a step forward, going quiet for a few minutes. I waited for him to break the silence, trying not to falter under his gaze. Finally, he swayed on his feet. "The honeymoon is actually just my parents' gift to us." He explained. "We don't have to go if you don't want us to." He was giving me an out. One I should be taking. I didn't want to go on a honeymoon with him. I didn't want us to be in close proximity for an extended period. I didn't want to wonder if he expected us to have sex before we got back. Still, my lips parted and I heard myself say, "No, it's fine. Let's do this.”Madelyn I woke to the faint hum of machines, a dull pressure in my chest, and the strange, tender tug of reality whispering at me. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion and disbelief. Dominic was sitting there, just like I’d imagined a hundred times in my dreams, though none of them had felt real. His hand rested on mine, fingers curled around it, firm and warm, grounding me. His eyes were wide, intense, slightly red, but steady on me. “Madelyn?” he murmured, voice low, careful. “You’re awake.” I blinked, trying to focus, and then I saw Lilian, my mother-in-law was cradling a tiny bundle, her arms soft and practiced, eyes glistening. The air in the room shifted, a mixture of disbelief, relief, and awe pressing down on me. My chest tightened, throat raw. That little bundle stirred in Lilian’s arms, and suddenly everything became crystal clear. I knew instantly it was mine. I whispered, barely audible, “Is… is she mine?” Dominic’s lips curved into a smile, small, but it c
DominicThe moment they pushed her through the double doors into the operating room, everything narrowed to the sound of my own heartbeat, echoing in my ears. The beeping machines, the squeak of shoes on tile, the muffled voices of nurses and doctors—it all blurred except for her.Madelyn’s eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before the curtain closed, and I swear I could see fear flicker there. She tried to smile, but it was weak. Her hand lifted slightly, just enough to brush my fingers with hers through the small gap in the stretcher.“I’ve got you,” I whispered, my voice almost breaking. “I’m right here.”She nodded faintly, and then she was gone behind the sterile green curtain.The surgeon turned toward me, his face grim. “Mr Blackwell, she’s exhausted. We’ve tried a natural delivery, but she’s weak. A cesarean is necessary. We need to know—”“Don’t even start with hypotheticals,” I cut him off, stepping closer. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “She’s not going any
MadelynThe past four months had flown by faster than I could ever have imagined. Our home, Dominic Mansion, had transformed into a proper nest for all of us, with staff bustling quietly in the background. I still caught myself staring at the polished floors or the strategically placed vases, thinking Dominic had lost his mind hiring so many extras, but there was a comfort in the order he craved.Dominic hovered more than ever. Every appointment, every check-up, he was there, notebook in hand, asking questions he’d clearly Googled in advance. He read obsessively about pregnancy care, his eyes scanning articles as if memorizing every tip, every precaution. He’d pause mid-sentence, look at me with this half-serious, half-panicked expression, and ask, “Do you feel okay right now?”I rolled my eyes more than once, though I couldn’t hide the twitch of a smile. “Dominic, I’ve survived a lot. I can survive pregnancy.”“Still… we don't know what to expect.”“Ha-ha,” I muttered, letting him ki
MadelynThe news replayed Leana’s face again and again on the screen. She's been trending for the past weeks…I pressed my hands against my bump, the slight curve of it reminding me of what really mattered. My fingers trembled, not from fear but from the echo of everything that had happened.Dominic’s voice broke through the room, soft but firm. “It’s over, Maddie. She can’t touch us now.”“I know,” I whispered, though my voice felt brittle, as if saying it aloud could shatter something fragile inside me. “But I… I don’t feel anything. I thought I’d feel something. Relief, maybe… or anger. But it’s just… empty.”He sat beside me, hand brushing over mine. “That’s fine, We’re done with her chaos. That’s all we need.”I shook my head. “It’s hard not to think of everything she almost took. Ava… you… me… the baby. She wanted it all.” My voice caught. “I keep thinking of what could’ve happened if…”“Don’t,” Dominic interrupted gently, his thumb rubbing my hand. “Don’t go there. Ava’s okay.
MadelynThe hospital smelled of antiseptic and fear. Sharp, biting, impossible to ignore. The corridors were a blur of white coats and wheels, voices calling, phones ringing, the occasional beep from a monitor somewhere in the distance. My hands felt ice-cold, trembling violently as I gripped the pen, signing the consent forms for Ava’s surgery. Each stroke of my signature felt heavier than the last, as if the ink carried the weight of everything that had just happened.Dominic’s hand brushed mine, steadying, grounding me, but his touch couldn’t erase the guilt roaring inside me. *This should have been me. I should have taken the hit. This was my fight.* My stomach clenched painfully at the thought. I glanced at Ava being wheeled away on a stretcher, her eyes wide, still trembling from the shock. She gave me the briefest look—half fear, half reassurance—and I felt my chest squeeze until it hurt.James and Clarissa arrived moments later, their expressions frozen in horror. They didn’t
MadelynThe moment I see Leana’s face, my stomach drops. Rage has twisted it into something unrecognizable, something cruel. She’s moving toward me, steps sharp, purposeful, and my brain freezes for half a heartbeat before everything clicks.“You’ve ruined everything!” she screams, and it feels like the words echo in slow motion. My chest tightens, my hands instinctively clutch my gown over my bump.Then I see the flash. Her hand dips into her bag. I barely register it before it’s out again, the cap flying off a container. I know. I know. My body reacts before my brain does. I twist, turning, raising my hands instinctively to shield my stomach.The liquid arcs through the air, gleaming in the soft light. A moment later, it’s everywhere, and I realize I’m screaming too, though I can’t hear my own voice over the sudden chaos.Ava is faster than me. She’s moving like a blur, kicking a stool into the path of the liquid. I see it collide and spill partially onto her instead. Her scream is
MadelynThe pain hit before I even opened my eyes.It came sharp and low, ripping through my lower abdomen like someone had grabbed something inside me and twisted hard without warning. My breath left my body in a shaky rush, and I curled instinctively, knees drawing up, hand pressing down as if I
MadelynI woke up because pain cut through me before my eyes were even fully open, the kind that made my breath catch and forced a slow groan out of my throat. My body felt heavy and sore in too many places at once, the dull ache from the attack mixing with the deeper, more familiar soreness from l
Madelyn My body let the feel of his lips on my shoulder send this wave through me that I couldn’t even put into words. It started low in my stomach and spread everywhere, warm and heavy, like something I’d been holding back for way too long finally breaking loose. The months without him came rush
DominicI froze when the link popped up on my secretary’s message. My hand went stiff on the desk. Madelyn hated the public, hated attention that wasn’t hers. And now she was caught right in the middle of my mess with Leana. A full-blown, loud, ugly scandal, and she’d never signed up for any of it.







