My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 1

Mary stood on the balcony of the room she had slept in for the past three years. She didn’t want to turn on the lights; the darkness of the night would hide the tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘This is over! I can’t go on like this. I can’t take it anymore,’ she thought as she stared straight ahead.

Suddenly, the light from a car snapped her out of her thoughts. Her beloved husband was coming home, and she knew exactly what would happen. Her husband, Maximus Palmer, was the president of the Palmer Group, one of the most important conglomerates in Valeria. Earlier that morning, Maximus had forgotten a folder full of documents. Knowing him, he would probably need them and would be in trouble if he didn’t.

She had tried calling him several times to inform him about the documents. Still, when he didn’t answer, she left the mansion with the mission to deliver them herself. She only informed Emma Rosewood, her housekeeper.

“Emma, Maximus isn’t answering. Are you sure he had these documents in his hand this morning?” she asked, her voice full of worry.

“Yes, ma’am! He was putting everything in his briefcase in the living room, but then he got a call, so I think he forgot to pack them. I assume he’s going to need them.”

“Okay, okay! I’m leaving right now. Maybe I’ll get there in time,” Mary said.

“Drive safely, ma’am!” Emma called out as she watched Mary rush out.

After speeding through the streets in her car, she finally arrived at Palmer Group’s office. She had never set foot there in her three years of marriage, but this time, it was urgent.

She entered the lobby and saw no one. She knew there was an elevator that went straight to the president’s office. Without knowing for sure but as if luck were on her side, she chose that one. After several floors, the bell dinged, announcing her arrival. Mary stepped out of the elevator, and luckily for her, the hallway was empty, and Maximus’s secretary’s desk was unoccupied too.

“Where could Matthew be? Where is everyone?” she wondered out loud, though no one answered, of course.

She walked towards the large, elegantly carved wooden door. She entered without knocking, and what she saw left her speechless. Maximus had his pants down, thrusting and moaning in a way he never had with her. She could see the blonde woman with him; it was none other than Alexia Levett, his only female assistant. Mary dropped the folder, and Maximus, hearing the noise, turned around, stunned. He adjusted his shirt to hide his erection, hastily pulling up his pants, while Alexia grabbed her blouse to cover her completely naked and sweaty body.

Mary’s reaction was hardly surprising.

“You bastard! So, it’s her you’ve been cheating on me with all this time?” She started cursing at him. “You son of a bitch! You piece of shit! I hate you! And you, you slut, I’m going to kill you!” Mary screamed as she lunged at Alexia.

She was almost upon the naked woman when a sharp pain hit her in the stomach. Maximus had just punched her, knocking her to her knees. Lately, these hysterical outbursts had become more common, and seeing her approach his lover with a murderous look, he had no choice but to hit her. Taking advantage of Mary being on the floor, Maximus called Matthew on his cell phone.

“Matthew, I need you to take Mary back to the mansion and keep her there!”

It didn’t take Matthew long to arrive. Mary was still on the floor, clutching her stomach. Matthew helped her up, trying not to look at Alexia, who was only half-covered with a poorly buttoned blouse. He felt sorry for Mary. Catching her husband like that couldn’t have been one of the most pleasant experiences.

“Mrs. Palmer, let’s go home. You need to calm down,” Matthew said, putting special emphasis on “Palmer,” knowing this might earn him a reprimand later. But in that moment, he put himself in her shoes.

“Matthew?”

“Yes, sir! Stay at the mansion and make sure she stays there,” Maximus ordered, his voice cold and authoritative.

‘Where could the poor woman go?’ Matthew thought. She was alone in a foreign country, with a husband who wouldn’t let her make friends with just anyone.

“Ma’am, let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

“No! I don’t want to go home!”

“Please don’t make things difficult, ma’am. You know how the boss gets when he loses his patience.”

“Matthew, I don’t want to go home! Please, I don’t want to go home! I want to go back to my country! I want my life back!”

Hearing that last sentence, Matthew felt uncomfortable. He remembered the circumstances that had brought Mary to Valentia. The reasons she left her country were serious, and going back wouldn’t be easy. It would put her and her family at risk.

“I have no choice, ma’am. I have to take you back to the mansion.”

“Yes, Matthew, I know! I was just saying it, imagining I could be free and go back to my old life.”