Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 338 Melody's Secret Base

Spencer's gaze hardened as he looked around.

He then noticed pairs of black and red boxing gloves on the shelf.

They were hand-stitched with cute, whimsical designs.

He picked up one pair and examined it closely.

On one glove, an initial "GS" were embroidered on it delicately.

Spencer's expression darkened.

He recalled that it was the initials of Gary, the fifth son of the Shields.

Did Melody remember that I had once loved boxing? I had been good at it too.

With a scowl, Spencer tore the glove bearing Gary's name in half. If he didn't get to have Melody's attention, then neither would Gary. Then, His eyes drifted toward the worn desk.

Piles of sheet music rested on it, each note carefully penned in Melody's familiar handwriting.

Next to it lay stacks of well-used medical books with pages dog-eared and worn.

Beside them were volumes of financial case studies and legal reference books, each bearing the marks of frequent handling.

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Chapter 339 Flames of Retribution

Chapter 339 Flames of Retribution

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Standing amidst the shelves stacked with books-books that took immense dedication and patience to understand-Spencer felt a fierce urge to burn it all to the ground.

How could the Shields arrange for Melody to live in the attic!

Back when the Tuckers barely scraped by, they had still made sure Melody had the brightest, coziest room in their small apartment.

How could the Shields treat her like thist

The thought enraged him.

As his gaze fell on Melody's books, boxing gloves, and carefully knitted scarf, he could almost picture her in this cramped attic, pouring her heart into studying and perfecting skills.

She had been putting immense effort into a family filled with leeches taking advantage of her with no sense of gratitude.

She only wanted their attention.

She was obedient and endlessly giving.

She expected nothing in return, yet all the Shields ever did was take.

Spencer wondered if there was any life for Melody at the Shields.

From the moment he recognized this secret base, Spencer knew for certain that this cramped attic-the very place even the Shields' servants wouldn't deign to stay-had been Melody's room all along. There was no princess room.

And there had never been a unicorn plushie that Melody had supposedly shredded in disgust. All of that was Suzanna's doing and that so-called princess room belonged to Suzanna's. Freda had orchestrated the cruelty Melody had to endure.

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He had misunderstood Melody. Melody had hated and never given up on him.

Yet, even after all that, she had thought of him.

Melody had never broken her promise.

She once said that she loved unicorn plushies more than anything in the world, and she had never changed her mind.

Spencer stood there with his dark eyes fixed on the ground.

Although he kept a straight face, he felt very helpless deep inside.

He swallowed as his eyes got teary.

Finally, he lowered his gaze and scoffed at himself.

"Mel... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"I shouldn't have rebelled against you, shouldn't have resented you, shouldn't have come back to Sommerville to take revenge on you. You have a tough life-

"I was full of resentment toward you when you needed me most.

I was wrong. So wrong

Spencer could hardly accept that he had been resentful toward Melody for four years.

He'd been hating the wrong people all along.

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