The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 52
Chapter 36
For a moment, Colette was utterly stunned. She glanced around, her eyes searching for some semblance of normalcy, but found none. The guests, dressed in their finest, surrounded her, offering congratulations and well–wishes, their faces a blur of smiles and excitement.
Her eyes darted back to Matt, who was watching her with a mixture of affection and mischief. He looked as though he was reveling in her astonishment, his own expression one of deep satisfaction. The sincerity in his eyes was palpable, but so was the mischief in his smile. She felt a surge of immesuarable disbelief as the surreal nature of the scene pressed in on her.
Matt, sensing her disorientation, stepped closer, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. His smile widened, and he looked at her with a mixture of joy and tenderness. “SURPRISE!” he said.
As Colette tried to grasp the full implications of the celebration, she was acutely aware of the multitude of eyes on them, scrutinizing every reaction. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and amidst the cheering crowd and the bright banner, the enormity of the moment was just beginning to sink in.
As the whirlwind of celebration and surprise enveloped Colette, she stood rooted to the spot, her mind racing to make sense of the scene unfolding before her. The room buzzed with excitement and congratulatory shouts, but all Colette could focus on was Matt’s face, alight with an intensity that seemed almost otherworldly. His eyes, glowing with a profound love, were locked onto hers with such fervor that it made her take a step back, overwhelmed by the sheer depth of his emotion.
Matt’s smile was a blend of mischief and adoration, a devilish grin that softened his otherwise serious demeanor. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of triumph and tenderness. “But how did you…?” Colette stammered, her voice faltering as she glanced around the room in a daze, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car.
Matt’s laughter was gentle, but there was an unmistakable gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. “Find out?” he repeated her unfinished question, his tone teasing but warm. “The red–haired witch you went to live with told me. Yesterday, when you threw up.”
“Zoe?” Colette’s disbelief was palpable. Zoe, who had made no secret of her disdain for Matt, seemed an unlikely source of such information. The revelation left her reeling. Matt, noticing her incredulity, continued with a nonchalant shrug.
“Well, it was completely accidental,” he said, his voice carrying an edge of amusement. “I called her when you didn’t pick up my calls, just to make sure you were home. And, you know how much that woman hates me. Amidst all the nasty things we were hurling at each other, she mentioned–quite out of the blue -that my swimmers weren’t as slow as my brain and something about my pea–sized… ahem…”
He cleared his throat, a mischievous smile barely contained as he suppressed a laugh. “But that’s not important. What caught my attention was the bit about my swimmers being fast. And then she suddenly went silent and hung up on me. Not typical of the spitfire, confrontational Zoe.”
Colette shook her head, struggling to reconcile this bizarre twist of events with her own mounting concerns. “I started to piece things together, especially after realizing that I hadn’t used any protection when we were at Roxy’s. So, I called her again,” Matt continued, his voice tinged with barely suppressed mirth. “This time, she told me I was a sorry excuse for an asshat and should stuff my dick into my own backside. Personally, I’m not even sure how that would be possible humanly, but that’s beside the point.”
Matt’s attempt to stifle his laughter only made his eyes sparkle more with amusement. His casual tone and the absurdity of the situation were almost too much for Colette to process.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
