The Chronicles Of A Brokenhearted Girl.

Chapter9

The next day, I woke up to a text from Matthew saying how much he enjoyed our road trip and how he couldn't wait for our next adventure together. It was heartwarming to know that our bond grew stronger through these shared experiences. I replied to Matthew's text, expressing my gratitude for the incredible memories we had made together. Our road trip had not only deepened our connection but also opened up a world of possibilities for future adventures that we were both excited about.

I got up to get ready for work. When a call came in on my cellphone from a number I did not recognize, '' Hello". "Who could be calling me at this time of the morning?" I wondered aloud. Curiosity piqued, and I answered the call, eager to find out who was on the other end of the line. ? '' The uncomfortable silence continued, making me increasingly nervous. Was it his wife? Did Matthew tell her about the trip, and she wanted to hear firsthand from me as well? Or was it someone completely unexpected? "Your bodies looked so glimmering under the sunset light, don't you think, Nichole?" I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of how to respond. The unfamiliar man's voice was on the other line, and I struggled to recognize the voice. "Who is this?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. The man chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, Nichole, don't you remember me? It's been a long time since we last spoke." My mind raced, trying to place the voice but coming up empty. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to recall who you are," I replied cautiously. "Do you recall your passion-filled days with that prick?" My heart sank as the man's words hit me like a punch to the gut. He was talking about Matthew and me, but how could he have known about that? I felt a surge of panic, my mind racing to figure out how this stranger knew about my relationship with my boss. "Who are you? How do you know about Matthew?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. The man's eyes gleamed with a sinister glint as his voice sounded much more sinister, whispering, "Let's just say I have my ways of uncovering secrets."

I ended the call in a panic and immediately contacted Mathew to warn him about the man's unsettling words, but there was no answer from his end. My head was in a haze; someone knew what we did, and if someone knew what was stopping Winter from finding out, the unfamiliar number called me twice after I ended the call, both of which I didn't even bother to pick up because I was too terrified to confront the unknown. I paced back and forth, trying to think of a plan. The thought of being exposed sent shivers down my spine. I needed to find Matthew and figure out our next move before it was too late.

I couldn't let fear dictate my actions any longer. I got up and got ready for work, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I knew I needed to talk to Matthew now, so I made my way to his office to discuss our next move before it was too late. Before I could make my way to his office, Shelly stopped me and warned that Winter was upset with Matthew about going back to his old ways. My stomach began to knot even more. I knew Shelly saw the gulp I made. I was never the type to hide my emotions. I was worried about how Winter's anger would affect the situation. "Do you know what she meant by his old ways?" I asked Shelly, hoping for some clarity on the matter. Shelly hesitated for a moment before replying, "I think she was referring to Matthew's previous tendency to prioritize his interests in his many love affairs." She chuckled. "Our boss is no saint." She chuckled, as if she had some interesting stories to share about his romantic escapades. My thoughts were all over the place, so this was never a first for Matthew, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he was hiding. I was angry. Was he using me? I didn't feel used, but how would I even know if I was just another one of his love interests? As I pondered these questions, doubts began to creep into my mind. It was clear that Matthew had a history of putting his own desires above others, but did that mean he was using me too? I couldn't help but question the authenticity of our connection and wonder if I was just another name on his long list of conquests.

Winter walked out of his office and walked straight towards me. I held my chin up and my shoulders back. If she was going to slap me, I planned on taking it with grace and dignity. As Winter approached me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The doubts that had been creeping into my mind intensified, making me question if Matthew's actions were driven by genuine feelings or simply a desire for conquest. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, the uncertainty lingered, leaving me vulnerable to whatever Winter had in store for me. "Did you f**k him?" Winter's voice cut through the tension, her words dripping with accusation. My heart raced as I tried to gather my thoughts, searching for the right response. The weight of her question hung in the air, threatening to unravel everything. "What?" I stammered, caught off guard by Winter's blunt question. The room fell silent as I struggled to find the right words, my mind racing to come up with a response that would satisfy her doubts. The intensity of the moment only heightened my unease, making it clear that this conversation was far from over. "Are you daft? Did you f**k my husband?" The room grew even colder as Winter's eyes bore into mine, her voice filled with venom. The accusation hung heavy in the air, leaving me speechless for a moment longer. Every fiber of my being wanted to deny it, to defend myself against such a damning claim. But as I looked into Winter's eyes, I knew that mere words would not be enough to ease her suspicions. I looked over at Matthew, and the look on his face was pleading for me to deny it as well. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Winter, I swear to you, I would never do something like that," I said earnestly. "Matthew and I are just friends, nothing more. I understand why you might be feeling this way, but please believe me." Winter's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but the tension in the room remained palpable. Realizing that words alone might not be enough, I reached out and gently took Winter's trembling hand in mine, hoping to convey my sincerity through touch.

But it is obvious that this woman knew her man and knew what he was capable of doing. She stared at me for a moment, her gaze filled with a mix of concern and doubt. The weight of her knowledge hung heavy in the air, making it clear that she had seen his true colors before. "Did you really think I would embarrass myself by asking such a question if I knew what I was asking?" Her voice quivered as she spoke, revealing the depth of her emotional turmoil. The pain in her eyes was undeniable, reflecting the scars left by experiences. Matthew finally spoke. "Baby, let's just go home and talk about it there." As Matthew's words hung in the air, a tense silence settled between them. The unresolved tension seemed to amplify the weight of their unspoken emotions, leaving them both unsure of how to proceed. The room felt suffocating, as if their relationship were teetering on the edge of a precipice. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with hurt that this man that I had fallen madly in love with was in love with his wife and not me. My heart ached as I realized that I was merely a temporary escape from his reality. The realization stung, making it difficult to find the right words to respond.