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The End Of a Marriage
Chapter 57
Chapter 30
Colette stood motionless, her eyes locked on the door that fris Lawson had just been dragged through. She could still hear the women’s desperate cries echoing in her mind, het final declaration ringing in her eats. Pregnant. Pregnant with Matt’s baby. The words stabbed into her, each syllable like a blade that twisted deeper into her heart.
Her body felt heavy, as though all the strength had drained out of her, leaving nothing but a fragile shell behind. The air in the room was thick with the weight of a hundred curious eyes, each guest silently watching her, judging her, pitying her. Her cheeks burned with homiliation, her legs trembling beneath
her.
She barely noticed when Matt stepped away from her side, muttering something hurriedly to Evie and Archie before storming out the door after Iris. Her heart, already shredded, cracked into a million smaller pieces.
He’s going after her. The realization struck her like a physical blow, her breath catching in her throat as the full weight of the moment settled in
Archie was at her side before she could even process the thought, his arms wrapping gently around her as he guided her toward a chair. “Itty, come on, sit down. Don’t do this, it’s not good for the baby,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing, though it barely registered in her mind.
The baby. Of course. How could she even think about that right now? How could she possibly consider the tiny life growing inside her when her own life was crumbling around her?
She sank into the chair, her hands trembling as she covered her face, the room spinning around her. “That woman was lying,” Archie continued, patting her back gently. “Of course she was. She was just trying to make a scene. Don’t listen to her, Itty.”
But Colette couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts that surged through her mind. Iris’s face. Her tears. The raw, desperate emotion in her voice. Could it really be a lie? Was it really so far–fetched to believe that Matt had been unfaithful? After everything she had been through, after all the secrets and the half- truths, was it really so unbelievable that he had had an affair?
She blinked through her tears, her vision blurred as she watched Evie and Damon begin ushering the remaining guests out of the apartment, their faces tight with concern. The party was over. The celebration, the joy, the laughter–gone, replaced by an eerie silence that hung in the air like a dark cloud.
The caterers left next, wheeling away their trays of untouched food, while Evie locked the doors behind them. The decorations, the balloons, and streamers that had once filled the room with a sense of celebration now looked garish and out of place, as though mocking the shattered remnants of Colette’s happiness.
But Matt didn’t return.
Fifteen minutes passed, each one stretching longer than the last, and still, there was no sign of him. Colette’s heart sank lower with every tick of the clock, the ache in her chest growing unbearable.
Then, just as she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, the door creaked open again. But it wasn’t Matt who walked through. Instead, it was Zoe–her closest friend, her ride–or–die, her rock since high school–breezing into the room with a grin as wide as the Brooklyn Bridge plastered across her face.
“Am I late?” Zoe asked with a laugh, peeking through the door as though she had just walked into the best party of the year.
For a moment, Colette could only blink at her, stunned by the sheer audacity of her timing. Any other time, Zoe’s antics would have seemed endearing, maybe even a little funny. But now? Now, it felt like a cruel joke.
Colette’s legs shook as she stood, her body moving on autopilot as she walked toward Zoe. She didn’t know what she was doing, didn’t know where she was
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going the pist knew she couldn’t stay there couldn’t stay in the place where fer life had just been ripped apart
five minutes later, despite Archie and Evie’s protests, Colette found herself outside, brading toward the street with 70m by her side
“You should stay until Matt comes back. You both need to talk. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding,” Evie had said, her voice full of concerts. But Coltra didn’t care, She couldn’t stay there. Not after everything that had happened.
Zoe carried a large duffel bag in her hand, swinging it lightly as though they were on a casual stroll instead of walking away from the wreckage of Colector’s life. Despite the disaster that had just unfolded, Zoe seemed… happy. Too happy.
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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.
