A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Chapter 25

Alena

My anger disappeared. My mind went blank.

The woman in those pictures were his wife but she was gone.

I was upset because he lied to me, but I didn't realize I was supposed to ask instead of continuing to hurt him. He went through a lot when he lost his wife and I saw how heartbroken he looked when he grabbed those pictures. Regret filled within me. I didn't have to throw the album or the pictures.

I immediately made my way towards him, slowly picking up the pictures from the ground-some had fallen. He sat quietly in his spot before placing the ring back on the bed.

Why did I react that way? Why did I think of my own feelings instead of his, too?

"I'm

... Matteo. I should've asked," I muttered under my breath.

sorry...

We were sitting next to each other and when I looked into his eyes, they were red and watery, but he managed to lift his lips into a smile. He cleared his throat before trying to dry his eyes by shaking his head.

"You didn't know. How could I blame you?"

That was immature of me."

"No, Alena. It's fine,"

I grabbed both of his hands, "What happened?"

"Čar

ar crash."

I'm so sorry,"

"She had a café downtown and that night, she had a lot of customers. So, she closed a little bit late. I was at work when she called me to come pick her up because she said she didn't want to drive back. She said she was tired." Matteo continued to talk, zoning out. "You don't have to tell me..." "I want you to know. You deserve to know."

Matteo

"She fell asleep. Microsleep. And she was gone," a tear slipped his eye as he quickly wiped it away.

I wrapped my arms around his neck before pulling him in for a hug. He responded back by wrapping his arms around my waist. It didn't take me long to realize he was crying as I heard the sobs. He was trying his hardest not to shed a tear, but he failed miserably, and I grew weaker ker at the sight of him.

My eyebrows furrowed, trying to avoid my own tears from falling.

"I regret it every single day, Alena. I should've drove her home and if I did, she was still going to be here with me."

He was broken. In a lot of more ways than one.

It was the kind of broken where nobody could fix it.

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marriage because he wasn't ready to fall in love. He loved his wife with his whole heart, and he wasn't anywhere near letting go. How could he easily fall for

me in his room because he had pictures of her. It was his life; she was his life and he wanted to keep that part private. She

something different. He had to go through the lonely

I could see the crying had

away from you.

It's

to know. You had every right to be upset with me because if I were in your place and I found pictures of you with another man, it would've been a different story. I might've tracked him down." "I'm really, sorry for r your loss. It must be hard for

years ago. She's in

his situation, so I never understood it truly. If I were ever in his spot, I was bound to break and lose everything. He was strong enough to keep calm.

just amazed at how strong you

could he

onto his face to gain full control. The way he kissed me back gave me the amount of satisfaction I needed because

hated treating him the

AS

missed everything about you." He breathed,

saw the photo albums and the rings. It felt wrong to be in his embrace when the woman he ever loved was right

keep them away first," "He

"We should.

!

I

feels weird,

the album and the pictures before putting them away in the drawer. Then, he went

was staring down into

began

smirk

knees which gained me a few inches taller

the Alena I know." He muttered, letting me

"What is she like?"

"Feisty, confident and s***"

his full length, I ran my hand up and down without looking away from his eyes. He was enjoying the pleasure as he continued to kiss me,

went down to grab both of my hands, pushing them above my head. Then, he

do anything against my will, and I respected that-he respected me as his wife. One of

he slowly and passionately thrusted inside me. Our mouths were parting

like you always do," he

were

we "Matteo Matteo...

this situation months ago, I was probably going to call myself crazy but now, I was enjoying it too much. Every time he touched me, my knees were growing weak.

your legs for

moans filled the room, feeling his thrusts deep and

usual pace. He was usually hard and deep but instead of the same movement, he was taking his time. He was kissing every part of my skin as he

were skin to skin. We

was never the man I thought I ended up with, but he proved me wrong. We were made for each other whether we knew it or not. If we were written to meet in our we felt the connection.

knew this man in a

protected me. He showed