Chapter 1027 You’re the Girl I Love Most (3)

• Maybe it was because she’d just woken up—Madison Sawyer’s thoughts and words didn’t flow. Her reactions were slow. But you could see her starting to piece it together. Her gaze dropped to her forearm. She stared for a long while and murmured, “I remember… I took a knife to my wrist. I cut it over and over… then the blood kept pouring out. When it finally slowed, I kept cutting… It hurt like hell, but inside hurt worse…”
• Her eyes sharpened; her voice grew steady. She was clearly remembering: “I remember Chad came that day and threw a bunch of cold, cruel lines at me… I couldn’t take it. My chest felt like it was caving in. I just thought, screw it, let it end. So that night, I…”
• “I thought I was dead…”