The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 260

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The weight of her desperation seemed to register, but instead of

softening, his expression hardened further.

“That’s enough,” he said sharply, slamming the glass down on the

table with a loud clink. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against

the floor as he rose to his full height.

“Don’t do this,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t beg like

this. It’s pathetic.”

Isla flinched at his words, but she couldn’t stop herself. Tears blurred

her vision as she looked up at him, pleading silently for him to

reconsider.

But Graham’s expression remained cold, his frustration boiling just beneath the surface. “Go to your room, Isla,” he said, his tone

brooking no argument. “And leave me the hell alone.”

But Isla couldn’t stop. She just couldn’t. The tears came fast and heavy, cascading down her cheeks as though they carried the weight of everything she had been holding inside. She knelt before him, her

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voice breaking as she begged.

“Please, Graham. Don’t do this.” Her hands trembled as she reached

out to him, as though she could somehow grasp his attention, his

compassion. “I’ll do anything—anything you ask for–but you can’t

sell Thornfield Manor.”

Her voice cracked with desperation, her heart laid bare. The words

poured out of her like a torrent, unstoppable and raw. It was her

home–her sanctuary. It’s all she have left of her family. Her mother-

she spent her last days here, and so has her stepfather. Every memory

she have of them is tied to this house. “Please…” Her voice faltered,

her chest heaving as the sobs took over.

But Graham didn’t soften. His expression remained cold, his jaw

locked tight. For a moment, she thought he wasn’t going to respond

at all. Then, slowly, he stood, towering over her with a look that sent

a chill through her.

“That’s a very provocative suggestion, Isla,” he said, his tone low and

sharp. There was a hard edge to his voice, but there was something

else too–something she couldn’t quite place,

Before she could react, he moved to her side, his hand gripping her

arm firmly but not unkindly. He pulled her up from the floor with a

forceful yet careful touch, guiding her back to the chair. “Sit down,”

he ordered, his voice controlled but tinged with frustration.

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She didn’t resist, too stunned by the weight of his presence. He

grabbed his glass of scotch and pushed it toward her, the amber liquid

catching the light. “Here. Have a sip.”

Her eyes widened in confusion, but his expression left no room for

argument. Hesitantly, she lifted the glass to her lips and took a small

sip. The scotch burned its way down her throat, the fiery sensation.

making her cough violently.

Graham sighed, his frustration evident. “You’ve never had scotch

before, have you?” he asked, though it was more of a statement than a question. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms as he watched

her recover from the burn.

When she finally managed to catch her breath, he spoke again, his

voice quieter but no less firm. “Now listen to me, Isla. Don’t ever say

something like that again–ever. Not to me, not to any man.”

His gaze was piercing as he stared down at her, the intensity of it

making her stomach churn. “Do you understand me?”

She nodded weakly, unable to find her voice under the weight of his

stare.

“Good,” he said, straightening up and moving to the cabinet behind

him. He grabbed the bottle of scotch and closed it with a deliberate

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pop, placing it back in its place with a sense of finality.

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