Semua Bab BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE. : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Calla’s POVI almost told him– the words and tears were burning in my throat.Right there in that damn dining room, I almost blurted it out—I’m not her, Madden. I’m not the woman who laughed at your pain. I’m not the one who made you feel small. I'm Calla Winthrop and I have no idea about the pain she caused to you, so deal with it!!But how the hell would that sound?Hey, surprise! I died, got betrayed, reincarnated into the body of your cruel wife, and now I’m trying to figure out how to navigate your trauma without getting murdered or thrown out.Yeah. That’d go over great.He’d think I was crazy—or worse, manipulative. And knowing Madden… he’d drag me to court by noon and have the locks changed before sunset. And then what?Where would I go?I can’t exactly walk into my old apartment like this. The world still thinks Calla died. I can't even go to Jade for help. I’m trapped.And this morning?His voice and his eyes– he looked at me like I was filth. Like I was a ticking bomb.And

Calla's POV:Nyla’s fingers trembled like bird wings as she clutched the edge of the guest bed. Her eyes kept darting around the room like something might leap out of the walls and murder her.“It’s okay,” I said for maybe the tenth time, easing her into the mattress. “You’re safe now. This place has a security system so tight, even ghosts need clearance to haunt it. Relax.” I laughed awkwardly. “They'll never find you, okay?" She gave me a tiny nod, her lips still quivering.“I’ll get the maid to draw you a bath, okay? Something warm and calming. Maybe lavender, or eucalyptus. Or hell, both. You’ll smell like a spa threw up on you—in a good way.”Still no words from her, just a pitiful smile. The sight hurt badly. She used to be vibrant and sweet. Even slightly annoying. Now she looked like a shadow of herself.I sat beside her, forcing a smile even though my heart was heavy. “Look, I know this is sudden. And confusing. And yes, maybe terrifying. But you’re not alone anymore. You do

Madden's POV;She couldn't help me upstairs to my room so she took me to the lounge and helped me on a couch.The ice had long since numbed my ankle, but her hands were still on me, wrapping, adjusting, and smoothing the bandage like she wasn’t the same woman who once screamed she hated me.She sat beside the couch like she belonged there. She was rubbing her hands nervously, as if she didn't know what else to do.I didn’t say anything either. Mostly because I didn’t know what would come out of my mouth. I prayed it wouldn't be something soft because these few days my mind’s unpredictable as hell.From across the room, Genevieve’s voice still crackled faintly from the floor where the phone lay. “Madden?” Her voice was rich with contempt. “What’s going on? Why is she there? Why is she touching you?”I sighed out.. shit! I forgot I didn't disconnect the call. I'm pretty sure she's been talking all this while but I paid no attention to her because someone else got it.Isadora finally l

MADDEN'S POV:I woke up pissed off.Not because of the cold or the ache in my shoulder or the relentless knock of responsibility. No. I was pissed because of her. Because somewhere between midnight and the first breath of sunlight, I dreamed of Isadora laughing. She was not screaming like a woman possessed or glaring. This time, she was holding my hand like it was something precious. And I didn’t want to let go.God.What the fuck is wrong with me?I groaned, dragging my hand across my face, already regretting being conscious. I needed a shower. I needed black coffee. I needed someone to punch.Instead, my phone buzzed. And buzzed again. And again. What on earth?I turned it over and squinted at the screen. Isadora has spammed me with countless messages. Is she sick in the head?? I almost wanted to ignore them because of my foul mood.“Don’t forget about dinner tonight ”“7PM sharp. No excuses.”“I’m dressing up for this. Don’t be a troll.”“Seriously. I will hunt you down and drag

(This chapter is filled with alternating POVs of Madden and Calla.)Calla’s POVI stood outside for a moment longer, numb. The cold air didn’t sting anymore, it just settled over me like silence. The kind that follows heartbreak. Nyla was a bitch– that was confirmed today by her reckless words. She's trying to sabotage this relationship that I'm dying to salvage.Then the door creaked behind me and I heard her fragile, fake- whiny voice. “isa?”I turned slowly, the urge to murder her consuming me.. Isa’s rage was deep in me and I was ready to use it. “What the fuck do you want?" She stepped out, arms wrapped around herself. Her makeup had smudged, and she looked more tired than smug now. “I just…” she sighed. “I’m sorry. For everything I said back there. I was stupid and messy and jealous, and I—” her voice cracked, “—I know you don’t want to see me again. I deserve that.”I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her I didn’t care about her guilt. But changing my mind, I said, “It’s fine