Chapter 9
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inflinching, het fierad hirld high. Your hare por mult the eyes, filled sel aan, latint, and disgust, Bradd ham
“Colette, apologizet, fe mmed again
husband’s angry, dark, boit still hushus far. May Guil dinginocyon, Mali,
ryes, and out of his life Colettel: She braid his impre call but didn’t worry for cera a mound than be wombt falleres.
for first place she found become by the mald. We feaded a mom and spent the
entire night crying, the weight of her lucken livast pressing donen un lien da mu năng appar fail, ile waiteil fhin waited until they check man that Matt had left for the offer, tholy then del she munder the cottage
She had thought it move. They and and as le veikla i wchine bei bark, she hand armstayed her websins hung Chonghi Thar de ideal she weld collect her belongings and go to her biroul Zoe’s place for a while. Then, she would need to land a jule. With muddy a bach si bund deplona, the hand she credit
uld go to college and yet a degre
Never mind, she thought. She would get ones this. She had to. She had seatched her par
over it. She bad felt the cold detachment of her unde mil uunt, who
getween her bandhund’s betrayal an
Colette took a taxi to Matt’s apartment. Me walladspetly uno sho bohomm, frying not for them. But as she entered, she was greeted by the bigoma sorck: Bei husband, leaning against. a physical blow
anyone right
“Finally, you show you face!” he losed out at her. Her eyes took in his disheveled fair, invented muskrigs, and the dorns that long Janarly mi bei hij Disgust flashed in his eyes, and Culette felt as if he had physically slapped her
still doing here?” she stammered, her voice troubling. The should have been in his offer by now. Shu
not anticipated facing him so
“This is my home? Matt told her vicly, indvancing withi show, panthion like steps. “that you tell m stumped, not grasping his meaning. Then, she saw his eyes scanning ben disheveled baie and snieged makeup. Her lower lip wohlded with tears. “Y you think I spent the night with simimas
had just passed over it. It was the shock, she told herself. Every time she mething vern immer heinous, even jure vale, to prove her wrong.
thought things couldn’t get worse, something else laggirnest. This nian–did
“I said she saw you flating with a young man
ng man near the entrance, She must have sounded sisepquosdeg when aber handed you the prescription, and you slapped her.” Colette wasn’t surprised, his bad seen a chance and grabbed it with both hatch. Mut the war Matt accepted Hose lies raised the question: was be doing the same? Had Matt buil enough of her and wanted in her lil
to be rid of het once and for all? For a second, she wondered it boila fox and Matt were involved in this gamor, tying to goslight her until she snapped. Their was acctisation, anger, and once again, disgust in his eyes, Haying Cadette like nothing else could. But she refined to law doen. It was mer. She had accepted it. No matter what be au did, Colette wasn’t going to engage anyuinte. She needed to at these vile, disgusting people out of her life,
“Did you sleep with lis, Mait?” she asked softly, watching his expression clovely. There was no pills, post deep resentment and anger at her for staring that question.
“How dare you ask me that?” he shouted, but she
“My sentiments exactly,” she told him, watching his nostrils flare with earn more anger.
“I didn’t spend the night out of my house and come back looking like a —” He stopped, and Culette smiled.
“Whore? ln’t that what you were going to say? Why did you stogo“
Say it! Colette wanted him to kay it? Because for all intents and purposes, she did feel like a schour. Shur bal spasil ten years pleasing this man in feed in tata la nice designer clothes, bags, diamonds, and expensive vacations twice a year and rething else. No emotional connection, no kits, nothing, host exchange ad sex for material gifts. He was night; she was a white
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nini marul the night? Where the hell were mu?” he shoured spun, fire burnine n
adette guessed what he was after. He wasted a condesator..
hes von, has lithe harto tight with net son. And somewhere
pango vodi prill. Matt. If I told you that i spent the night with amefter man. Wamili nothing but a hurmen on wou shudders new? III had spent the night with another mail you wan
stud warm after?” the asked, wondering has much slie had guessed
