The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276

Chapter 45

The car glided smoothly along the winding road, leaving Willow

Creek far behind. The further they drove, the more unfamiliar the

surroundings became–open pastures giving way to dense clusters of trees, the sleepy town she had known all her life fading in the

rearview mirror.

Isla sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her arms folded tightly across her chest, suspicion curling in her stomach.

Where were they going?

She had asked again and again, but Graham hadn’t answered.

Not once.

His hands gripped the wheel, knuckles flexing, his jaw locked in silent determination. There was no smirk, no usual glint of amusement in his sharp gaze. He was focused. On what, she didn’t know. And that

made her nervous.

She shifted in her seat, glancing at him warily.

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“Graham,” she tried again, forcing her voice to remain even, though

her fingers clenched at the fabric of her dress. “Where are we going?”

Still, nothing.

He didn’t even acknowledge her.

The unease in her chest deepened. Graham was never chatty, but this

level of silence? This complete disregard of her? It wasn’t like him.

She inhaled sharply, twisting toward him. “Graham, for God’s sake,

just tell me-”

The car jerked slightly as he turned into a parking lot, and Isla’s

stomach dropped when she caught sight of the large white building in

front of them.

The Lansbury County Courthouse.

She blinked in confusion.

Why were they here?

She tore her gaze from the building, turning wide, questioning eyes to

him, but Graham had already killed the engine.

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The second the car came to a stop, he unbuckled his seatbelt and

stepped out.

“What-” Her voice faltered as she scrambled to do the same,

was already moving. Already rounding the car to her side.

but he

She barely had time to react before he opened her door and extended

a hand.

“Out.” His voice was smooth, controlled.

Her fingers clenched around the edge of her seat.

“What is this?” Her voice was hushed, wary.

Graham didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned down, his towering frame caging her in, his broad

shoulders blocking out everything but him.

The scent of his cologne, that intoxicating mix of spice and

something purely him, wrapped around her like a snare. Her pulse

stuttered.

“Isla,” he murmured, his voice low, quiet–but laced with an

unmistakable warning. “Don’t make me carry you.”

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Her breath hitched.

The way he said it, the slow, deadly promise in his tone, sent a shiver

down her spine. Damn him.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, her body betraying her,

heat curling deep in her stomach.

With a scowl, she pushed herself out of the car, her legs unsteady

beneath her. Graham shut the door behind her and–without another

word–placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the

courthouse doors.

Isla’s heart pounded louder with every step.

What the hell was going on?

She searched his face, desperate for some kind of explanation, but his

expression remained stoic, unreadable.

The moment they stepped inside, the cool air of the courthouse

wrapped around her, the scent of old paper and polished floors filling

her nose.

Still, no answers.

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She followed him blindly, her mind spinning, until they stopped at a

counter where a middle–aged man sat behind a desk, shuffling

through a stack of forms.

Graham barely gave her a second glance before speaking.

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