Chapter 39
MATTED
What did I do?
What have I done?
What the fuck have I done?!
I thought I was doing the right thing by staying away from her. I thought I was protecting her, I thought.. God! I thought a lot of things
But her reaction goes to show that I fucked up in more ways than one.
Her pained voice still ricochets in my ears.
âIâm your wife! You donât like me? You canât stand me? I get that but Iâm still your wille and it was your child that was taken away in that Inhumane mannert it was your wifeâs body and soul that was broken and ripped apart! It was I, your wife who needed her husband in her moments of weakness and vulnerability but you werenât there Matteo.â
âI hate you so much, Matteo Denaro and I regret everything weâve done together. I regret letting you touch me with your filthy hands. I hate every breath you take and I hope you die a painful death for everything youâve put me through.â
My chest constricts.
âLook at me, Matteo! God, Matteo! Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you breaking me in this manner! Matteo? Talk to me please. Tell me why youâre pulling me back down when I just got back on my feet.â
My legs give out on me and I crash on my knees with my palms braced strongly on the floor. I couldnât even look at her, I couldnât bring myself
to look at her.
Christ!
I slap myself hard across the face. âYouâre a fuck up. I murmur, my whole body trembling, rage and regret coursing through my
bloodstreams.
All she wanted was her husband.
All my wife desired was me and I failed her.
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How do I make it right?
How the fuck do I correct my mistake?1
She hates me now and she made the fact abundantly clear.
I hear what seems like commotion happening outside the parliament room but i donât care to pay any attention to it until I start hearing my name as itâs being screamed over and over again.
âThatâs Pablos voice⦠I murmur as I force myself on my feet, hastily running out of the room.
âMatteo!â I hear. Again.
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âWhat the fuck is goinâ¦shiti Princess!â I crouch down, gripping her chin, shaking her face as I call out her name. My voice hoarse and shaky.
strained and sore.
I nod my head toward Alessio and he takes that as a sign to lead the other men outside the building to either reschedule the meeting or finish up with them. My fingers do a quick unbuttoning of Mirabellaâs shirt, immediately placing two fingers under her chin to check for a pulse.
Thank fuck.
âJesus, Mirabella. Youâll give me a heart attack at this rate.â I breathe out a sigh of relief and only t then did I take the slightest note of the chaos happening behind me.
I whip my head around only to find Pablo ramming his clenched fist into his boyâsâLexâsâface over and over again until the boy is barely conscious. My brows furrow.
My eyes dart between the boys in my attempt at understanding the commotion but the look in their eyes is all the explanation I need.
It was him?
How the fuck did heâ¦
Fuck!
Iâll take care of my wife for now and deal with the fucker later.
âYou better make sure he doesnât get away!â I growl, lifting Mirabella up bridal style, immediately carrying her into our room.
o my life, a tear My fingers laced with my wifeâs as I watch her with soft eyes. I beat myself up for how much she has suffered since coming into n dropping from my eyes and onto the back of her palm.
My hand delivers gentle strokes to her hair and she lets out a small whimper. I lean down, placing my lips gently on her temple, gaining a gasp from her.
âPrincess, itâs just me.â I murmur.
âMatteo? What are you doing here?â She attempts retrieving her hand from me but I tighten my grip on her the slightest bit.
âI should have been here,â I begin my overly rehearsed speech with my nervously trembling lips. âI wanted to be here, to hold your hand and tell you that everything will be fine. To kiss your scars and tell you that I donât give a fuck about them. To remind you of how much strength you carry because no one couldâve survived what you survived. I wanted to tell you how beautiful you look, how perfect and exquisite, how mesmerizing, I wanted to be here, Mirabella.â
She sniffles and I wipe her tears off with my
thumb.
âThen why werenât you here?â She questions, voice shaky, lips trembling and tears streaming down her face.
I hum. âAt first I was scared, I was scared that Iâd hurt you even more if I came any closer to you. Scared that you wouldnât want me, scared that youâd blame and resent me for what happened.â I confess and she sits up. Her knees touching mine, both her palms placed flat on my thighs and her beautiful orbs piercing into mine.
Sheâs never been able to look into my eyes with so much courage and itâs scaring me
What is going on in her mind?
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Her dead ice cold iris seems to hold a hard glare on me whilst the green iris has a bit of softness illuminating through it.
Christ!
Why does everything about her seem so mysterious?
I clear my throat and continue. âI wanted to overcome my fear but that day when you asked about the baby,â a shuddered breath wracks through me. âI shattered completely. Guilt weighed heavy in my heart. I should have listened, I should have had even the tiniest bit of patience, I should have come after you the moment you walked out of the room angrily. Those and more were the thoughts that ran through my head day after day and night after night.â
I exhale exasperatedly.
âBecause of the guilt, I decided that it was best to stay away from you. Reminded myself that all Iâve ever done for you since you married me was to hurt you and for that reason, Iâm undeserving of you. But I couldnât stay away completely so I decided that watching from the shadows was my best option. I watched you sleep, watched you wake up, watched you have your bath as perverted as that may sound.â
We both let out snorted laughs simultaneously.
âI watched you cry and I watched you pick yourself up. I watched as you gradually put your broken pieces together and I didnât want to walk back into your life like a selfish man when I know what I am and what I do to the people in my life. Iâm sure Pablo mustâve told you. Iâm sure you mustâve heard about my siblings and my previous lover. And now you. I cannot allow myself to be the reason someone else gets hurt
She shuts her eyes, heaving out a breath.
âDonât get me wrong, Mirabella, I need you more than you could ever imagine but I cannot be selfish, so Iâm letting you go. I need you to go back to the peaceful, happy and fulfilling life you led before this absurd arrangement. I cannot be selfish.â I mumble the last part to myself
Mirabella let out a slightly soundless scoff, holding both my hands in hers. âMy life was not fulfilling, Matteo, it was everything but. I locked myself up in that laboratory because I was scared of truly living. I was scared of the things that mightâve happened to me if I actually lived the way I wanted. I was trapped by fear until you.â
She let out a shivered breath and continues. âI might not like my father for a lot of things but I sometimes wish I could show him appreciation for forcing me out of that lab and making me your wife. Itâs true that a lot of horrible things have happened since we both married but you taught me to live. You challenged me, gave me something to look forward to, gave me a family and Iâll forever remain grateful for thatâ
âMirabellaâ I whisper.
âMatteo, I feel that weight of guilt too. Guilt weighs so heavy in my heart that Iâm unable to look mother in the eyes, Julia too. Just like you, wonder how differently things wouldâve turned out if I had just listened and obeyed a simple instruction. Father was clear with his words, he made me aware of the danger but I still couldnât listen, I heard him but I didnât listen and I definitely did not obey and the guilt of it weighs in my heart. I came into your lives and I took away your father.â
A strained sob escapes the back of her throat, her forehead immediately landing on my thighs, her body vibrating. âBut I did visit fatherâs grave the other day and spoke to him. Believe me, Matteo, that one visit helped ease my heart the slightest bit. I completely understand the weight of guilt, it picks you up and shatters you into irreparable pieces, It makes you see your own self in a bad light, forces you to speak incorrectly about your character. Makes you feel like a monster. I perfectly understand that feeling.â
Tears stream down my face because I now realize what my wife is trying to do.
Sheâs trying to indirectly let me know that she doesnât want out of this marriage.
But I canât I canât keep her here with me.
âMirabella, please donât.â I whisper.
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She straightens her back, gently cupping my face. âI donât want our marriage annulled.â She blurts, âI want to be here with you, but if an annulment is what you truly desire, then Iâll not hold it against you, Matteo. Iâll walk out that door satisfied that I lived, I got a father, a mother and a sister who actually treats me like one. I got a brother too. I walked down the aisle even if it was with a fake name. I experienced the joy of motherhood even if it was for a few hours. I cared for someone deeply and I know that person cares for me too.â
She shudders and I crane my neck back, my teeth digging viscously into my bottom lip to keep myself from crying
âSo, Matteo, if we end up signing those papers, Iâll feel nothing but gratitude towards you because you helped me live. Gave me a life that satisfied me.â
I cup her cheeks and my forehead rests on hers as both our eyes stare into each other with intensity. âYou know better than anyone that an annulment is the last thing I want but I donât know how to move forward from this. I donât know how to make this work especially now that youâve expressed your hate toward me.â I whisper, my lips inching dangerously close to hers,
âThe things I said earlier were nothing but lies. I was s just an angry woman speaking from a place of anger.â
âThis is a mistake, Mirabella.â
âThen let us make this mistake, Matteo. If staying with you and making this work is a mistake then Iâm willing to make that mistake everyday for the rest of my life. This mistake is the key to our happiness Matteoâ¦give it a chance please.â
Happiness?
Happiness.
I donât deserve to be happy.
Iâm unworthy.
I and Mirabellaâs lips inch closer and closer and she shuts her eyes in anticipation.
âYouâre their ruin!â
âThe people who love you will end up getting hurt.â
âIâm sorry for your loss.â
âIâm sorry, you lost it.â
I abruptly stand, startling Mirabella as I declare, âthis is a mistake. Sign those papers Mirabella.â I spin around on my heels, heading for the door but Mirabellaâs voice stops me in my tracks.
âIf you walk out that door, if you turn you
your back on me one more time Matteo then thatâll be the end. Theyâll be no going back.â
I contemplate and weigh my choices for long minutes as silence ensues.
Very uncomfortable silence.
I shake my head. âIâm sorry.â
And I walk out the door with a heavy heart.
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