Chapter 2-

“Why did you do that? Have you lost your damn mind?” Matheo roared, anger and disbelief flashing across his face. He watched as an equal measure of pain and fury mirrored in Colette’s eyes. In that moment, it was clear: she was the other woman, the mistress, even if she wore the wedding ring.

‘Stay with me, please!’ her tear-filled eyes begged him, though she knew deep down it was futile. He was leaving. Tears spilled from her eyes, and for a second, she saw his hardened gaze soften. It was the same look he gave her every night after they made love and she lay in his arms—an unguarded expression that almost felt like love. Hope flickered in her chest.

“Matt, stay with me tonight. Surely, you can go in the morning?” she asked softly. She was certain he would agree, but then the cracked phone blared with a notification, shattering the moment.

His expression changed to one of worry, and he looked at her as if she were a nuisance he had no time for. If her heart had broken once, it shattered into a thousand times as she watched him prioritize another woman over her.

“I’m sorry, Colette, Iris is waiting for me. I have to pick her up and head to the airport. Our flight leaves soon.” He turned away, but she clutched his arm.

“Matt, please, just for tonight, stay with me.” In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter if he stayed the night or not. He would leave in the morning anyway. But it mattered to her. For once, she wanted to prove that she mattered more than his cool blonde secretary. Just this once.

“Colette, try to understand. It’s important,” he soothed, his tone gentle, but he did not touch her. He stood apart, a stone statue devoid of emotion or movement.

“Just for tonight, Matt,” she murmured, almost begging. She was asking for a few hours; it wasn’t too much, was it? But Matheo turned away with a vicious curse, almost as if he couldn’t bear to look at her anymore.

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