Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

MATTHEW

Then I turned off my phone and returned to Dr. Martinez’s assignment, determined to find at least one genuine thing I’d loved about my dead wife.

By the next therapy session, I’d failed completely at the assignment.

I sat across from Dr. Martinez with a blank notepad, having spent three days trying to describe Bianca as a person and coming up with nothing but surface observations.

“I couldn’t do it,” I admitted. “I know facts about her–she took her coffee black with two sugars, her favorite color was blue, she loved reading medical journals late at night. But I don’t know her dreams or fears or what made her genuinely happy.”

Dr. Martinez’s expression didn’t change. “Why not?”

“Because I never asked.” The admission tasted like ash. “In four years of marriage, I never asked about her dreams for the future, what she wanted beyond being my Luna and Theo’s mother. I never asked what scared her or what she hoped for or who she’d been before she met me.”

“Why didn’t you ask?”

“Because-“I stopped, the truth lodging in my throat. “Because I didn’t care. Because she was there to serve a function, and anything beyond that function didn’t matter to me.”

“Say that again,” Dr. Martinez said quietly. “What you just realized.”

“Bianca was there to serve a function. Being my Luna. Raising my son. Maintaining my household. Anything beyond that–her inner life, her private thoughts, her personal desires–didn’t matter to me because it didn’t affect her ability to do what I needed

her to do.”

The words hung in the air like an indictment.

“You treated your wife like an employee,” Dr. Martinez observed. “Someone hired to perform specific tasks. And when those tasks didn’t align with what you wanted—when she refused to sacrifice herself for Mia–you considered her expendable.”

“I didn’t think of it that way at the time–”

“No, you didn’t think of it at all. That’s the problem.” Dr. Martinez leaned forward. “Matthew, what you’re describing isn’t just emotional neglect. It’s dehumanization. You reduced a living, breathing person with her own thoughts and feelings and dreams into a role she was supposed to fill. And when she failed to fill that role to your satisfaction, you discarded her.”

“I didn’t discard her-”

“You killed her,” Dr. Martinez said bluntly. “You forced her into a situation that ended her life because she’d stopped being useful to you. That’s the definition of treating someone as disposable.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t process what she was saying because it was too awful, too accurate.

“I loved her,” I tried weakly. “I must have loved her-”

“Did you?” Dr. Martinez’s voice was relentless. “Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not

just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all.”

My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. “What do you want me to say?”

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“I want you to admit the truth. Not to me–1 already know it. To yourself.” She paused. “You married Bianca knowing you didn’t love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it affected her. And when she finally stood up to you, finally refused to be the compliant wife who sacrificed everything for your desires, you used your Alpha authority to force her compliance one last time. And it killed her.”

“Stop-”

“You killed your wife, Matthew. Not because you had to. Not because there was no other choice. Because there were. No you did it because you valued Mia’s life more than Bianca’s autonomy, her freewill and you were willing to sacrifice one woman to save the other. That’s not love. That’s not even basic respect or even human decency. That’s treating a person like an object to be used and discarded when they’re no longer useful.”

I was crying now, ugly sobs that shook my whole body as i tried and failed to wipe off the tears, that was rolling down my face. Because she was right. God help me, she was right about all of it.

“I didn’t mean to kill her.” I tried to defend myself, not sounding convincing even to my own ears.

“Yes, you did.” Dr. Martinez’s voice softened slightly, but her words remained sharp. as i winced internally from he truth jabbing at my heart.

“Maybe not consciously. Maybe not with malicious intent but you did. But Matthew, intention doesn’t erase impact. You chose Mia over Bianca again and again for four years, you didn’t move on, you let your past with mia color the relationship with Bianca, you slept with Bianca thinking she was Mia, because they looked alike, and you were drunk, then when you found out that she was pregnant with your son theo, you married her out of responsibility and to make your son legitimate in the eyes of your people, but you still held on to the fantasy of Mia returning to be by your side. That wasn’t accidental. That was deliberate preference acted on repeatedly until it culminated in your wife’s death.”

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