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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helping me. He promised me a loveless marriage because he wasn't ready to fall in love. He loved his wife with 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 was always going to be an

ex-boyfriend cheated on me. He showed me his true colors when he did it intentionally, but Matteo went through something different. He had to go through the lonely nights, the painful heartache and

away and I could see the crying had made him feel

from you. I didn't

It's

had every right 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 was five years ago. She's

I had never been in his situation, so I never understood it truly. If I were ever in his spot, I was bound to break

my head, "I'm just amazed at

could he could

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

him

AS

everything about

opened my eyes, I saw the photo albums and the rings. It

keep them away first,"

nodded, "We should.

!

I

feels weird,

the drawer. Then, he went back for the wedding bands

in front of me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was staring down into my eyes as he cupped my face, slowly caressing my skin with his fingers. I closed my eyes, loving the

began

smirk

gained me a few inches

know." He muttered,

"What is she like?"

"Feisty, confident and s***"

hand up and down without looking away from his eyes. He was enjoying the pleasure as he continued to kiss me, slowly pushing me so I was laying on my back with him on top of me. Our lips never stopped

grab both of my hands, pushing them above my head. Then, he grinded on my thigh, letting me feel him wet and

I was passed out cold. He didn't do anything against my will, and I respected that-he respected me as his wife. One of his hands went down to lift my shirt, letting my lower body

and passionately thrusted inside me. Our mouths were parting together before we continued to kiss, moans and grunts

all of me like you always do," he whispered in my ear. "Your p***y knows it

were

we "Matteo Matteo...

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

keep spreading your legs for

my moans filled the room, feeling his thrusts

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

skin to skin. We felt like

wrong. We were made for each other whether we knew it or not. If we were written to meet in our we

felt as if I knew

me. He