Chapter Sixteen: Aurielle DuVall
“He drank quite a lot. Something was clearly on his mind.” Lena said, trying not to be too obvious with her pointed statement. I
was the reason he drank?
He should be embarrassed. I walked forward, and she gripped his shoulders. Keeping him close to her. “I can take him inside. You
don’t have to-”
“Look, Lena is it? Is he your husband?” I asked her. Making sure my tone was clear.
“No, but=”
“But nothing. Thank you for bringing him back but please get out of my house.” I closed the space between us and grabbed her
Matthias.
He laughs, “Aurielle- baby.”
I rolled my eyes. He’s a sweetheart when he’s drunk, super drunk. If he’s close enough to think, he’ll stir up drama..
He wrapped me in a hug and tried to kiss me. For Lena’s sake, I let him. And he sighed, giving me a full breath of alcohol. My
hormones did not like that.
“You’re not mad anymore.” He says, tightening his grip. I pushed my face out of his chest to wave Lena off.
Her expression was deadly. She clearly wasn’t pleased. I blame Matthias. He’s probably been entertaining her advances.
“Get out before I call the servants.”
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“Whatever.” She grumbled, stomping out and slamming the small door by the gate. I wobbled my way into the house with
Matthias clinging to me. I told one of the servants to lock the gate and clean up the dining.
He nodded. The stairs to Matthias’s room were hell with him holding on to me tightly. And the alcohol was bothering me. How I
kept myself from throwing up is beyond me.
I finally stopped, reaching for the door and stepping in. My body ached. He is not a small man. I helped him to the bed and sat
next to him.
“You can’t sleep in your clothes,” I told him. He gave me a loopy smile.
“Why do you wanna divorce me? Aren’t we great together?”
I scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t love me, Matthias, how can we be great?”
He shrugged. “But you love me. Seems like a great fit.”
I interlocked my fingers. After three years of marriage, I assumed Matthias didn’t know my pathetic love for him. I mean, he’s
never once reciprocated.
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Chapter Sotean Aurielle DuVal
I’ve been in a one–sided love and the only person who noticed was Nerissa.
But turns out, he knew.
“When did you find out?”
He sat up, patting his clothes. “Nerissa told me.”
I blinked. Thinking about the dinners they used to have and how she must have brought it up. Did he laugh?
“I need to take these off.”
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I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I made a break for his bathroom, letting everything out of my stomach. I stopped myself from sobbing
Vomit and tears. No way. I washed my face and mouth before returning to the bedroom. Matthias had fallen asleep.
I could leave him. I should.
Instead, I started pulling his clothes off, leaving him in his underwear throwing the dirty clothes into the hamper then putting his
shoes in the closet. Then his phone and keys are on the bedside table. Next to the lamp.
I pulled him upwards, laying his head on the pillow. I maneuvered his body so I could pull the duvet over his body.
His face had a small smile on it. I can’t imagine it’s because he’s thinking of me.
I left the room after placing a bottle of water and some painkillers for when he woke up.
I returned to my room on the floor below and pulled out my cell phone.
Since Nerissa passed I’ve received a total of eighty messages from her number.
I still vividly remember showing them to Matthias and the reaction he had was similar to the one he gave when I told him I was
pregnant.
He called me a liar. Said I fabricated these messages.
The most recent message was- /Are you lonely, sister? Living in the shadows of a girl you’ll never be. With a man who will always be mine. I hope you realize if you had died, no one would have mourned you. Your life is a joke./
She’s not wrong. Or whoever this person is, they are not wrong.
If I had been the one who died parents would have moved on, and Nerissa and Matthias would have gotten married. No one would
have blamed her for my death.
I’m more determined than ever to get out of this marriage. Matthias won’t lock me and my omega here.
Being fated to someone who doesn’t share the same bond is the cruelest fate dealt to me.
I texted Alpha Cassiel: ‘Let’s meet tomorrow at 6 pm at The Golden Pheasant – there’s a new Mediterranean place on 5th Ave.”
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