A Dark Revenge On My Cheating Husband Chapter 17
Madeleine was standing not far away.
She wore a casual dark knit sweater and a long skirt, holding a document in her hand, looking as if she was about to leave.
She was thinner than he remembered, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. That quiet yet resilient aura instantly reminded him of the girl who used to work so intently in the lab years ago.
“Maddie…”
He called out her name almost instinctively, his voice choked with emotion.
Madeleine walked toward him, her steps steady and unhurried.
She stopped in front of him, her gaze calmly sweeping over his pale face, ill-fitting trench coat, and slightly trembling hands.
“Is there something you need?” she asked, her tone as if speaking to a stranger.
Xzavier opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end, he could only squeeze out, “The company… the company needs you. Those accident victims, they need a solution…”
“The open-source version of Astroride S10 will be released next month.”
Madeleine cut him off.
“Any manufacturer can use it for free to repair and improve existing systems. That is all I can do.”
“But the patents, the core technology-”
“Those have nothing to do with the Kenward Group anymore.”
Madeleine’s voice was icy.
“Mr. Kenward, I remember you said yourself that the company was yours and had nothing to do with me.”
That sentence was like a slap in the face, landing hard on Xzavier.
He remembered his arrogance and sense of entitlement when he said those words, and the flash of pain in Madeleine’s eyes at the time.
“I was wrong…”
He lowered his head, his eyes brimming with tears.
“Maddie, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have trusted Daniela, shouldn’t have doubted you, shouldn’t have… shouldn’t have treated Ryan that way…”
At the mention of Ryan, Madeleine’s expression finally changed.
But the change was not softness, but a deeper coldness.
“Don’t mention Ryan.” Her voice dropped, but became even more intimidating. “You are not worthy of saying his name.”
Xzavier’s tears finally fell: “I’m sorry… I truly know I was wrong… Please, give me a chance to make it up to you…
“Make it up?”
Madeleine laughed, but the smile never reached her eyes.
“With what will you make it up? Money? Mr. Kenward, how much do you even have left? Or perhaps, with your…” Her gaze swept over the hand he pressed to his stomach, “your life that’s almost at its end?”
Xzavier’s face turned deathly pale.
She knew.
She even knew he had cancer.
“I…”
“Xzavier.”
Madeleine stepped closer, so near that he could smell the crisp scent of orchid on her-a fragrance unfamiliar to him.
The fresh grass perfume he once gave her, that faint grassy scent, was now long gone,
“Listen carefully: I don’t hate you. Hating someone takes too much energy, and you are not worth it.”
Her voice was soft, but every word cut deep: “I simply don’t care anymore. Whether you live or die, are rich or destitute, it has nothing to do with me. Now, please leave.”
At that moment, the elevator doors opened again.
Alijah stepped out.
Today he wore a black turtleneck sweater, his eyes clear behind gold-rimmed glasses, his whole presence exuding a calm and unhurried masculine charm.
Seeing the scene in the lobby, he raised his eyebrows slightly, then naturally walked to Madeleine’s side.
“Maddie, the car is ready. As I thought, orchid suits you better.”
His tone was intimate and familiar. He then turned to Xzavier, offering a professional smile.
“And this is… Mr. Kenward? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Xzavier watched as Alijah naturally brushed the stray hair from Madeleine’s forehead, saw the unspoken understanding between them, and the pain in his stomach suddenly intensified, nearly making him collapse.
“M e said with difficulty.
Lijah.”
s smile did not change.
I heard the Kenward Group has been facing some difficulties lately? That’s unfortunate.
However, the Scott Group is considering entering the autonomous driving sector. If Mr. Kenward is interested in selling company assets, we can discuss an acquisition.”
Acquisition.
That word was like a final verdict, announcing Xzavier’s complete defeat.
He looked at Madeleine-she showed no reaction, tacitly agreeing with Alijah’s words.
So, in her heart, he was no longer even considered an “opponent.”
Just an acquisition target, a problem to be dealt with.
“I…” Xzavier wanted to say something, but found he had nothing left to say.
Madeleine glanced at her watch: “We should go. Mr. Kenward, suit yourself.”
