The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 251

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The thought was terrifying. If she had miscalculated, if she had

walked away from the one chance she had at having a family, she

didn’t know if she could forgive herself. And yet, another part of her

clung stubbornly to her resolve. Graham’s care didn’t mean he loved

her–not in the way she longed for. She wanted more than gestures

and duty; she wanted to be seen, valued, cherished.

Her stomach twisted as the helicopter continued its ascent, carrying

her farther away from Graham and the life she could have chosen.

prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away,

g to let herself break.

lew outside grew blurrier as the tears she refused to shed

ed her vision. The world below looked distant and surreal, and

moment, so did her life.

As Isla leaned back against the plush leather seat of the helicopter,

she felt something pressing into her back–a sharp, almost

imperceptible nudge that disrupted her spiraling thoughts. Frowning,

she shifted and patted the seat behind her, her fingers brushing

against a smooth, firm object. Pulling it out, she discovered a green

file, slightly worn at the edges but still neat.

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Curiosity piqued, she turned it over in her hands, noting the faintly embossed company logo on the cover, Flipping it open, she found

pages filled with meticulous details about shipments–routes, quantities, dates–all written in Graham’s precise, almost mechanical

handwriting.

ot, catching her confusion through the mirror, smiled. bably belongs to Mr. Lancaster he said. “I saw him with it just

ew nights ago when I flew him

he gets it when I return.”

Just set it aside. I’ll make sure

Isla sighed, a soft huff o

file onto the seat next

But the universe see

landed askew, spi

Loose sheets f

scaping her lips. She tossed the

ding to forget about it entirely.

ned to test her patience–the file

nts in a messy cascade of papers.

the seat, some slipping onto the floor.

“Of cou

finge

gritting her teeth. She bent down, her

ther the scattered documents. Her

and agitated, her mind consumed by the

that had happened.

he had nearly finished that something unusual caught

d at the very back of the file, partially hidden behind

forms, were a series of colorful brochures. Isla’s hand

reach as she carefully pulled them out.

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They were college brochures–bright, glossy, and neatly arranged. Marymount Manhattan College, the University of Rochester, Colgate University, Hamilton College. Her brows furrowed as she leafed

through them, her confusion giving way to a strange, tentative

curiosity.

But it wasn’t the brochures themselves that stole her breath–it was

the scrawled note on the back of one. Graham’s unmistakable

handwriting, confident and bold, marked the page in dark ink.

Take Isla on a tour on Sunday to see if she likes any of the schools.

Isla stared at the words, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes. A shuddering breath escaped her lips, and before she could stop it, a sob broke free, raw and aching. She clutched the brochures to her

chest, her body trembling as she wept, tears streaming down her

cheeks like an unstoppable flood.

The weight of Graham’s gesture hit her like a tidal wave. In a world

where she had so often felt overlooked and dismissed, this simple,

thoughtful act felt monumental. No one had ever done something like this for her. No one had cared enough to think about her future in

such a tangible, meaningful way.

Her mind flashed back to her childhood–years of longing for a family, for someone who would look at her and see not just her struggles, but her dreams. She thought of the countless times she had felt invisible,

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like her hopes and desires didn’t matter to anyone. And now, here

was this man, this infuriating, enigmatic man who she had convinced

herself didn’t care. And yet he had done this.

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