A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 

Matteo 

My heart sank at the sight of my beautiful wife as she slept away her sorrows. Alena had always been petite but ever since we lost Marco, she had been losing more weight. She skipped her meals, spent most of her time staring out the window and deep in her thoughts. 

My wife was always full of light, wherever she went.. 

Yet, all I wanted now was to wish for her peace. 

The first couple of nights were rough for her as she kept having nightmares and ever since then, I had spent my nights. staring at her, watching her sleep instead of falling asleep beside her. Just incase she needed someone if she woke up. 

I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to; the pain was too much to bear but Alena’s situation was worse than mine, she needed the support more than me, she could cry her heart out and all I had to do was be there to help her heal. 

I had convinced myself to never cry in front of her right now. 

Whenever felt the urge to cry, I had locked myself in the bathroom. It would take at least thirty–minutes for me to feel calm and kept on the pretence. 

Despite the devastating news, I had never blamed Alena for what happened. It wasn’t her fault–as a matter of fact had blamed myself more than anyone else. If I had taken better care of her, maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation. 

It was my fault. Not anyone elses. Not hers. 

I slowly grabbed a hold of her hand, caressing the back of it with my thumb. 

I missed her smile, her laugh, everything about her. I missed the way her eyes would light up whenever she looked at me. 

shutting herself away. missed the way she reached out to me. Now, I felt as if I had lost her and she was 

As much as I hated that, I needed to give her some time. 

A tear had slipped my eyes and I quickly wiped it away, not wanting to succumb to the sadness. 

Just like that, I saw my wife looking at me. 

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Neither of us said a word as we stared at each other. Her stare was empty and she had a straight face, leaving me awkward in my own spot–what was I supposed to say or do? Usually, it was normal for me to kiss her and wrap her around my arms but now, I needed to keep reminding myself not to invade her space 

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” my voice sounded more like a whisper 

However, it felt loud. Maybe, just maybe, it was too quiet. 

She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. 

“Alena… “I breathed, slightly pulling her hand closer towards me but she pulled away. 

It was unusual for her to pull away, yet she did it willingly. It was the closest I had been with my wife, feeling the warmth of her skin but it went away just like that. 

Nhad lost our son. I didn’t want to lose my wife as well. 

“What are you doing?” She asked, as if I was a stranger. 

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“I couldn’t sleep and I thought I could accompany you,” 

“By staring at me?” 

“Alena, you’re my wife. I’m just looking at my wife,” 

“Please don’t. You’ve done your part.” 

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding the meaning behind her words. 

“What do you mean by that?” I asked. 

“Admit it, Matteo. Nothing is going to be the same after this,” 

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“Everything is the same, Alena. You’re still my wife and I’m still your husband–we’re married and very much in love. Not a single thing has changed despite what happened,” my response was straight forward and I meant every single word. 

We were going through a tough time together and it shouldn’t be the cause of our marriage to drift apart. We were supposed to stay strong, in order for us to heal. We had lost our hope but we couldn’t continue to behave this way, we were risking our relationship. 

I loved Marco. If I could, I would change every thing that happened just to make sure my wife was happy–just to make sure our baby had survived. It was out of my power and the only thing I could save now was our marriage. 

“You’re just saying that now. What happens next year? In the next two or three years?” She pushed herself up to on the bed’s headboard. 

I remained still in my spot, eyeing her every movement. 

“You’re talking nonsense, Alena. This is not you,” 

“This is me, Matteo. I’m talking straight facts here!” 

“Don’t do that. You don’t get to do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Pushing me away. Putting me on the edge.” 

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When she threw the flowers away earlier today, I didn’t waste my time to throw them out when she went upstairs. She wanted all of them out of her sight and I respected that; she couldn’t be in a stressful situation and I wanted to help her as much as I could. 

Even if she kept pushing me away. Even if she didn’t want me to. 

“I’m done talking to you.” She looked away, showing zero interest. 

“I’m not.” 

As I waited for her to turn around and look at me which she never did, I had decided it was best to step off the bed. I was standing in front of her as she stared at me as if I had lost my mind; she was different, even the way she looked at me. 

I could barely recognised my own wife. 

Where was the love in her eyes? 

Where was the adoration? 

Was I wrong all along? 

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“Just leave me alone, Matteo 

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“You don’t mean that, Alena. You don’t mean that at all,” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Admit it, you want me here with you as much as I want to be here. You want me to help you as much as I want to help. Why are you doing this to yourself? Why are you saying all of these things? You don’t mean it, baby.” 

It sounded as if I was begging but it didn’t bother me one bit. It didn’t matter if I sounded that way because all I wanted was for us to work things out. 

I had put everything on hold just to make sure we were fine. 

When I thought I had lost Sofia, a part of me had died with her. Not a day went by without me grieving her passing and wantng her to come back to me until I met Alena, she was the rainbow after the rain. She was the sunlight to shine through my days. She was the angel for an awful sinner like me. 

I had always wondered if I deserved her. 

She was too good for me. 

Just when I thought I had found the love of my life with Sofia, I had lost hope and trust when she came back alive but I believed in Alena. I believed in my wife and her sincerity.