Chapter 16
Chapter 16
The werk had drained Colette–rach day blurring into the next with relentless demands that left her weary
ary and hollow, All she longed for was the solace of her bed, a sanctuary where she could retreat and sleep away the exhaustion of the past week. But the weekend loomed, stacked with a list of chores: grocery shopping with Zoe, a mountain of landry, and other mundane tasks she had neglected. Amidst this sea of obligations was the date with Matt, an appointment that had gnawed at her thoughts and stolen her sleep for days,
Why had Matt invited her out? The question was a relentless whisper in her mind, echoing through her waking hours and disturbing her dreams. What was his motive? What could the possibly hope to achieve by reviving a semblance of the life they once shared, when everything between them was unraveling? Only time would tell. Yet, there was more at stake than just the enigmatic nature of the date. Colette needed to address the matter of Danny’s birthday–an event she hoped might draw Matt back into the embrace of his family His siblings had drifted into their own lives, leaving Matt with a deep loneliness that only seemed to grow with time. Christmas and New Year’s brought fleeting joy, but the emptiness that followed was palpable. Colette had imagined a future where their own children would fill that void, but now, with their lives poised to diverge, she hoped to give him one last gift. a reason to reconnect with the Emily he had been so distanced from. Even if the couldn’t be part of that future, she wanted him to find solace and support in the ties of family.
Friday night arived with the promise of a quiet evening. Zoe and Colette were nestled on the couch, lost in the world of television, when the ring of the doorbell sliced through the bum of the show, Zoe, always curious and cheerful, bounded to the door. Moments later, she returned with a smile that hinted at mischief.
“ited roses. Mum…” Zor’s voice was bright, a stark contrast to the grey cloud that hovered over Colette’s hear. “Special delivery for you, Cole. She grinned as the handed over the elegant bouquet, the deep red petals a striking contrast against the crisp white paper.
Colette accepted the flowers with a mixture of confusion and resignation. The card, inscribed in Matt’s familiar handwriting, bore a simple message: “Can’t wait for our date.”
The rows at heavily in Colette’s hands, their vibrant color stark against the dull ache that had settled in her chest. And suddenly all of Zoe’s excitement over the flowers were gone. Zoe’s comment, domissive and detached, did little to alleviate the storm brewing within her. “Don’t look that beautiful anyway.” Zoe muttered, turning her attention back to the television. But for Colette, the flowers were that just an object; they were a painful reminder of the gaping chasm between what was and what could have been
As the stared at the rous, the contradictions of Matt’s grature pierced her deeply. For the past two years, their marriage had been marked by distance and disconnection. Matt had never taken the time to offer such a gesture–no flowers, no personal notes. And now, as their relationship teetered on the brink of dissolution, he had chosen this moment to send her roses, What did it mean? Wis in a desperate attempt to salvage something that was beyond repair, or a final, hollow gesture of regret?
Saturday’s evening promised a gentle, idyllic escape, but as twilight fell, the weather tumed hostile. By eight PM, when Matt arrived to pick Colette up, sky was unleashing a torrential downpour. The rain pelted down in relentless sheets, tuming the world outside into a blur of grey and silver.
As Matt stepped into Colette’s doorway, his presence was a welcome contrast to the stormy night. “You look wonderful, my darling,” he said, his voice warm and his smile genuine. He placed a brief, affectionate kiss on her cheek, the kind that was meant to soothe and reassure
“You look good too,” she murmured, pressing her cheek against his as she took him in from head to toe. Matt’s appearance was as striking as ever–clean- shaven, his bright eyes locked onto her with a single–minded focus. Yet, Colette noticed a subtle change. He seemed to have lost a little weight recently, a detail she couldn’t ignore.
“Shall we go?” Matt’s question was light, but the moment carried an undercut of unspoken tension Colette nodded, slipping her arm into his as they prepared to leave.
They were just about to step out when Zov emerged from the kitchen. She was clad in Freshly laundered pink pajamas, her hands coupled with a glass bowl brimming with popcorn. Her casual demeanor contrasted sharply with the intensity of the moment.
Zoe paused when she saw Matt and Colette. Her gaze flickered sideways, posting out the window and then past Matt, as if searching for something–o
“Zoe Colette’s voice carried a note of curiosity tinged with imitation
“Nothing wondering where Ms. Iris was. Is the waiting in the ca?” Zoe’s offhand mark was delivered with a nonchalant air, but the effect on Matt was immediate and explosive. His previously composed expression darkened into one of barely contained fory. His face flushed crimson, a color that seemed to radiate his growing rage.
“I see,” Zoe muttered, her gaze flicking between Matt’s enraged countenance and Colette’s uneasy silence. The joke had landed poorly, striking a nerve Matt clearly couldn’t tolerate. “Not interested in a threesome then, no? Zor’s playful taunt was a dangerous miscalculation, her tone light but her words cutting.
Colette sighed deeply as she exited the house, leaving behind the giggling Zoe and a visibly infuriated Matt: The atmosphere was charged, the joke having ignited an unspoken discord. Mat’s anger was palpable, and Colette felt the weight of the evening’s uncase settle heavily on her shoulders.
She understood that any attempt to address the temion would only escalate the situation further. The idea of a peaceful evening seemed increasingly distant. With a resigned silence, Colette climbed into the car beside Matt. The drive was shrouded in an uneasy quiet, the rain outside mirroring the storm brewing within their relationship,
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As the car glided through the downpour towards an undisclosed location, Colette’s thoughts were consumed by persuade Matt to attend, to bridge the gap between his past wounds and sily that still longed for his
upcoming birthday party. the needed to
As the rat glided through the city streets, the hustling restaurants and neon lights blurred past, signaling a shift from the lively nightlife to something m intimate. Colette, her curiosity piqued, turned to Matt. “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of apprehension
“Home” Matt replied with a single, decisse word. It was as if that word alone held the wright of a thousand unspoken emotions. Colette’s heart sank at realization. Ho penthouse–the place she once called home–had become a place of estrangement. She had no claim to it now, and the thought struck her with a palpable sense of loss.
“I had asked Mr. Rose to cook your favorites tonight. Plus, we’ll be able to relax there, instead of arestatant fall of patrons. His tone was gentle, but the underlying implication was clear. Colette was relined by the prospect of a quiet mening, away from prying eyes.
It was a gift from Matt, a reminder of happier times. “I
“You should have told me earlier then,” she replied, glancing down at her marcon off–shoulder dress. It was a gift wouldn’t have dressed up ”
“Are you kidding me?” Matt’s voice was laced with admiration. “Why would I miss a chance to see you all decked up like that? You look gorgeous… compliment was cut short by a deep, primal groan, the intensity of his gaze revealing a shift in focus. The atmosphere between them cracked with poke
Without warning, Matt’s hands found their way to her neck, his touch igniting a fire that had long lain dimant. He pulled her close, capturing her lips | kiss that was fierce and unrestrained. It was as if he was trying to reclaim something he had lost, pouring all his longing and fratration into that single desperate act. His hands roamed over her body with a palpable urgency, tracing the curves of her form as though he was rediscovering her.
The king was an overwhelming torrent of paccion, a symphony of desire and need. His touch was both rough and tender, each movement a testament to the intensity of his feelings. The car’s confined space seemed to intensify the moment, the rain outside a backdrop to their fevered embrace
When Matt finally pulled away, his breath ragged, a low groan escaped him. Colette noticed his disheveled appearance, his hands adjusting his pants. tried to regain his composure. The sight made herblush, but a small, Eckering hopeinted in her chest
Could it be that Matt’s decision to take her home was driven by something more than just a deze to avoid a crowded restaurant? The realization that he
I wanted her with such intensity sparked a flicker of hope. Had Iris not yet filled the space the had left behind? Or was it possible that Marr’s desires wer
anchored to her, rather than to the woman he was supposed to be with?
The thought was both thrilling and painful. It made her question whether Matt’s desire for her was a sign of something deeper–whether she still held a place in his heart. But it also left her wondering if she fell short of his expectations or if his longing was simply a remnant of their past.
Despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her, Colette clung to the hope that tonight might bring a breakthrough. They held hands in the car, their fingers entwined, and as the vehicle navigated through the city. Colette allowed herself a small, ternative smile it was the fest genuine smile the had worn in weeks, fragile sign of hope amisht the lingering agent.
Chapter Comments
should’ve said no, you can sweep up your | shells because Im not walking on them anymore
So, I wonder why in the years they were together. Collette never tried to do anything, get a hobby, expand her education? infe
uneducated in Matt’s and Iris’s world she should have done something about it. She had the resources but apparently not the
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