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

didn't let 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 was always going to be

Matteo went through something different. He had to go through the lonely nights, the painful heartache

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

I kept it away from you. I

understand. It's not

of you with another man,

five years ago. She's

afraid if I might say something wrong. 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 and lose everything. He was

head, "I'm just amazed at how

he could he could say

he kissed me back gave me the amount of satisfaction I needed because he didn't push me away-I

hated treating him the

AS

missed everything about you." He breathed, kissing my

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

them

nodded, "We

!

I

feels weird,

drawer. Then, he went back for the wedding bands and the engagement ring to put them

memories, he went to stand in front of me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was

began

smirk

knees which gained me a few inches taller before running my

i is the Alena I know." He

"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

them above my head. Then, he grinded on my thigh, letting me feel

undressed me last night while 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

as he slowly and passionately thrusted inside me. Our mouths were parting together before we

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

were

we "Matteo Matteo...

much. Every time he touched me, my knees were growing weak. He knew my sensitive spots

keep spreading your legs for

filled the room,

movement, he was taking his time. He was kissing every part of my skin

to skin. We felt

our feelings. Matteo was never the man I thought I ended up with, but he proved me wrong. We were made for each other whether we

as if I knew this

He protected me. He showed me he could