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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ready to fall in love. He loved his wife with his whole heart, and he wasn't anywhere

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 important part

it intentionally, but Matteo went through something different. He had to go through the lonely nights, the painful

had passed when he pulled away and I could see the crying had made him feel slightly

I kept it away from you. I didn't

It's

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

five years

truly. If I were ever in his spot, I was bound to break and lose

my head, "I'm just amazed at how strong you

he could say

gain full control. The way he kissed me back gave me the amount of

hated treating him the

AS

everything about you." He breathed, kissing my

to kiss my neck. My body began heating up immediately as I let the pleasure consume me but when I opened my eyes, I saw the photo albums and the rings. It felt wrong to be in his embrace when the woman he ever loved was right there.

them away

"We

!

I

feels weird,

the drawer. Then, he went back

was staring down into my eyes as he cupped my face, slowly caressing my skin with his fingers. I closed my

began

smirk

my knees which gained me a few inches taller before running my hand down his zipper, earning myself

Alena I know." He muttered, letting me take

"What is she like?"

"Feisty, confident and s***"

eyes. He was enjoying the pleasure as he continued to kiss me, slowly pushing me so

my hands, pushing them above my

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

slowly and passionately thrusted inside me. Our mouths were parting

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

were

we "Matteo Matteo...

months ago, I was probably going to call myself crazy but now, I was enjoying it too much. Every time he touched

spreading your legs for

filled the room, feeling

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

to skin.

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

I knew this man in a different

protected me. He showed