When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 186

Henrietta took two steps back and stood her ground, her gaze turning icy in the dim light.

A chill of fear and panic crept up Matteo’s spine. Was he… really about to lose her for good?

“I don’t believe you don’t have feelings for me!” Matteo didn’t move closer, but his voice was thick with emotion as he stared at her. “How could you not? We were together for almost five years. We were each other’s first love! How could you just stop loving me? Just because I forgot to wish you a happy birthday, you decide it’s over? And then you turn around and marry someone else? Henrietta, are you playing with me? Is that what this has been from the start? You use me, and when you’re done, you marry up and leave me behind! You never… you never planned on marrying me, did you?!”

He shouted the words, as if the volume could somehow lessen the pain in his heart. As if her admission of betrayal would be easier to bear than the feeling of having his heart ripped out.

Faced with his outburst, Henrietta remained unnervingly calm, simply watching him. For a moment, she did recall the sweet, happy times they had shared. But those memories were now tainted with disgust. Artina was carrying his child. What right did he have to stand here and say these things to her?

Her expression was as cold as frost. “I made myself perfectly clear a long time ago. You’re the one who refused to believe it. Now, I’m going home. My husband is waiting for me.”

She turned to leave, her presence radiating an untouchable, queenly aura.

Matteo was stunned for a second, then rushed after her. “No, it can’t be. You must have feelings for me! You have to love me! You’re just angry with me, aren’t you? Fine, fine, I give up. I surrender, you win. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You’re insane,” Henrietta muttered, disgusted. What kind of twisted, dramatic game was he playing?

She tried to walk around him, but to her shock, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

Henrietta’s skin crawled. Nausea rose in her throat. With a surge of fury, she wrenched her arm free and, for the first time in her life, slapped him across the face with all her might.

The crack of the impact echoed in the quiet night, a testament to the force behind it. Her entire body had gone into that single motion.

Her final words made the hair on his arms stand up. A wave of pure terror washed over him. She… she could actually do it. Especially now that she was married to a man like that! Artina had said he was even more powerful, that he controlled a third of the world’s wealth. What kind of existence was that? It was something he couldn’t even dream of.

Matteo froze, unable to speak, as if an invisible hand were squeezing his throat, choking him. He stood there, paralyzed by fear.

Just then, a car door opened.

Yosef got out and started walking toward them.

Henrietta was about to move, but Yosef’s voice cut through the air. “Don’t move.”

She stopped, confused. Don’t move? What… what did he mean?