Not His Type Of Mate
Chapter 123

Lord Maddison's POV

I returned home, still looking gloomy as I acknowledged the greetings of the servants. I had a lot on my mind, and they were causing me great concern. As I was about to climb the stairs, a guard rushed over to me and bowed. "What is it?" I demanded, and the guard raised his head. "My Lord," he said as he handed over an envelope to me. "What's this?" I asked irritably. Who would give a guard an envelope to deliver to me instead of contacting me directly? I took the envelope but didn't open it. "It's from My Lady. She asked me to give it to you upon your return," the guard explained, bowing his head again.

I stared at the envelope for a moment without saying anything as various thoughts raced through my head. Even without opening it, I already knew what was inside, and my heart raced in my chest. I glanced upstairs, trying to see if she was there, but I couldn't sense anything. "Where is she now?" I asked the guard who was still standing in front of me.

"She left, My Lord. I offered to give her a ride, but she refused and left on her own," the guard explained, and my heart sank. I ran my fingers through my hair as I surveyed the house, then closed my eyes. Should I reach out to her through our mind link? I wanted to connect with her telepathically, but I stopped myself at the last moment and shook my head. I shouldn't do that when I was the one who initiated the divorce in the first place. "Okay... I will be in my study," I said to the guard before heading to my study. I needed to clear my head.

Upon reaching the study, I tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. My hands trembled. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Thinking back to when I demanded a divorce, it felt like I had lost my mind, and everything seemed hopeless. I slowly opened the paper to check for her signature on the divorce document I had personally requested, but I was surprised to see that the signature space was empty... she hadn't signed yet.

I slumped on the couch behind me and rested my head. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still felt unsettled.

"She hasn't signed the divorce paper yet. There is still hope. You should go and bring her home," Darin said to me, and my eyes lit up. I stood up from the couch and rushed toward the door, but my legs froze, and I shook my head. "I shouldn't do that," I mumbled as I leaned my back against the door and sat on the ground... I was tired.

"Why? Why can't you do that? The fact that she hasn't signed the paper yet means she is still your wife. What are you doing?" Darin tried to advise me and scold me simultaneously, while every part of me wanted to go after her and look for her, but I knew I shouldn't.

I stood up from the ground and walked back to the seat I had previously occupied. "She has made her decision, Darin. It was her choice to leave without putting up a fight, and I don't think I should disrespect that. She wants to leave, after all," I replied to Darin, and he fell silent for a while. "But she pleaded. She loves you, Maddison, and you know it. After everything you did and went through to win her, how can you consider leaving her like this? Are you letting all your efforts go to waste?" Darin reminded me, and my heart started racing again. It was true that I had put in a lot of effort to make her mine, and it was difficult to let her go like this, but... I was tired.

"I know, Darin. I remember all I did to make her mine, but I'm tired. I want someone to fight for me too, someone to love me as much as I love them or even more. I'm fed up with always being the one chasing," I responded, and Darin hissed loudly. "What? Someone to fight for you? You should have thought about this and made this kind of decision before you married her. How can you marry her and start thinking like this? Did you go back to being a kid?" Darin scolded me, and it was obvious he was angry, but I was angrier. I was the one in this... My heart was the one beating, and no one was as pained as I was! "Stop, Darin !" I yelled in my head. "Madison!" Darin shouted back, but I ended the mind link before he could go further... He was frustrating me.

I stood up from the couch and walked to my desk, where I sat down in my chair and started working. I would work hard and get my mind off her.

An hour later... I heard a knock on the door, and a maid came in. "My Lord," she greeted me with her head bowed, and I nodded. "What is it?" I asked. "Your dinner is ready, My Lord," the maid said, and I sighed. Dinner... I didn't even have an appetite, but I decided to just go with the flow. I followed the maid to the dining room, where I sat down, and my eyes landed on where Nora was supposed to be sitting. The seat was empty, just like my heart.

"Madison, a reader told me it was the..." My mind went back to her words in the afternoon. I had listened to everything she said then, and I was genuinely happy for her, also proud to have such a good writer as a wife. How I had wanted to commend her in that moment. I felt every urge to pull her in for a big kiss and tell her she had done well, but I held myself back and told her to keep quiet too. Remembering everything now made me feel like I was a jerk, and I felt bad.

I never thought being away from her could be this harsh, but experiencing it firsthand made me realize how cruel it was to be without her, and I regretted my decision from the beginning. I shouldn't have been so harsh. I should have been patient with her and heard her out when she wanted to explain... I felt sad. I lost my appetite and dropped the cutlery in my hand as I thought of what to do.

I knew where she would be, and I knew it would be Maxwell's home, but I wasn't sure if I should connect with her or not... I was confused. I thought about it a little longer before I was able to make a decision, and I nodded my head.

I connected with Maxwell, hoping he wouldn't block me because he was angry about what I did to his sister, and fortunately, he didn't. "Yes!" he replied, a bit rude, but I didn't mind. "Maxwell, is Nora there?" I asked, and he was quiet for a while. "Is Nora there?" I asked again. "Yes, she's here, and so what? What do you want to do?" he asked, anger evident in his words. I sucked in a deep breath and lowered my head. I felt worse.

"I... I just wanted to ask if she is okay," I grumbled out whatever came to my mind, and it was after I said it that I realized I sounded silly. "She is okay, of course. In fact, in my place, she doesn't have to start chasing after a man who doesn't want to see her. She doesn't have to keep crying and hurting over a marriage that's already over. Lord Maddison, how could you? How could you do this to my sister after everything?" Maxwell questioned, and I was guilt-tripped. I wanted to reply, but nothing was coming out, and I could just stand there, reflecting on my rash decision.

"Why don't you put yourself in her position? Assuming your first Mate is still alive and you have to choose between her and Nora, who would you choose? Can you imagine how difficult it is to make that decision?" he asked me, and it dawned on me. I thought back to my first Mate and Nora, and I realized how difficult it would have been to make a choice. I loved Nora, but my first Mate was once someone I loved too. It was a very difficult decision, and for the first time, I realized it wouldn't have been easy for Nora to choose one of us too, and my heart sank. "I should..." I wanted to talk, but Maxwell interrupted me. "My sister is here like you wanted, and she won't disturb you again!" he yelled before ending the mind link, and I groaned.

Sadness gripped me, and I blamed myself for everything. The fact was that I wasn't angry with Nora... No, I wasn't angry with her, but I was scared for myself. I was scared that Nora wasn't in love with me, and she was just with me because she had no choice after she thought Leo hurt her. I was scared she would leave me one day and return to Leo, but now, I realized I had been foolish all along, and I should have been glad that she was with me. I thought about going to Maxwell's place to pick her up, but I didn't want to act rashly anymore.

After several thoughts, I decided to wait for her to return home the next day because I was sure she only went there to clear her head.