Getting Back His ‘Dead’ Wife novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Kendrick waited outside that café for a long time.

Matilda’s classmates left one by one first. 1., Matilda finally packed up her things and stepped

out alone.

“Tilda.”

Kendrick stepped forward, his voice dry and hoarse.

Matilda’s steps halted. She looked up, and the soft ease in her smile vanished the second she saw him. Her eyes were calm, like she was staring at a complete stranger.

“Mr. Salter.” She nodded, polite and distant, and then tried to walk past him.

“Tilda, let’s talk.” Kendrick blocked her path, his tone urgent. “I know I’ve made a big mistake. I’m really sorry… I know everything now. Lavinia… She’s been lying to me all along. I’m so sorry. I…”

“Mr. Salter,” Matilda cut him off, her voice light but firm. “I’ve forgotten the past. There’s left for us to talk about.”

“I haven’t forgotten a bit! I regret it every single day!” His eyes reddened. “I was blind. I was an idiot… Punish me however you want. Just give me a chance to make it up to you, please…”

“Make it up to me?” Matilda stared at him calmly, as if he’d said something absurd. “How? With what? When? When I was in the hospital signing my own medical forms? When I was thrown into the river and almost drowned?”

She shook her head, a faint, mocking smile tugging at her lips. “No need. I’m doing well now. I don’t want a single thing from you.”

“Tilda…”

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“Also,” Matilda interrupted, her gaze flickering past his shoulder, “Mr. Salter, your new girlfriend seems to be growing impatient.”

Kendrick spun around sharply.

A sports car was parked by the road, its window rolled down. A young girl with bold, bright makeup was staring over, looking unhappy. She was a model Kendrick met at a bar the month before, someone he’d brought along to kill time, to prove to himself that he’d “moved on”.

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Right now, that pretty face looked nothing but garish and cheap.

When Kendrick turned his head back, Matilda was already walking away.

Her back was straight, her steps unhurried. She never once looked back.

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In the end, Kendrick didn’t “make it up” to Matilda.

He returned to America, and his life seemed to fall back into its old rhythm-even more so, he began to splurge recklessly, going through girlfriends faster than ever.

But only he knew that a piece of his heart was gone, hollowed out completely.

He’d never get that sense of peace back. No lavish feast tasted like anything, no wild night of meaningless fun could fill the empty space inside him.

When he woke up in the dead of night with a stranger beside him, his mind would drift to the way things used to be. The girl who’d silently cook some warm pumpkin soup when his stomach ached, who’d leave a glass of water and hangover pills by his bed when he got drunk, who’d curl into his arms unconsciously on stormy nights.

Those trivial things he’d once ignored, taken for granted-they had now turned into a blunt k twisting and cutting at him over and over again.

He started having insomnia, and his stomach pain was growing worse by the day.

Sometimes, when driving past a flower shop, he’d stop and stare at the fresh lilies in the window, remembering how she’d once said, “Flowers have a life of their own.”

Sometimes, at banquets, seeing a partner stand by their spouse with quiet grace, he’d zone out, lost in thought.

He tried to find someone like Matilda, someone gentle and quiet, someone understanding.

But every relationship fizzled out quickly, leaving him feeling empty.

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