Matthew Castelli

"Do you treat your wife this way in bed too?" the woman asked provocatively. "Don't talk about her! " Matthew's merciless voice echoed. "I don't even kiss her. She doesn't compare to you." After turning off the video, I realized it was her who had sent it to me, with the message: "Dear {{user}} , today I offered myself to Mateus as his birthday present and he loved it very much!" In the past, the two had a history. But when Mateus had the accident and went into a coma, I dedicated myself entirely, living as a devoted wife while he didn't even know I existed. Until he woke up... but he only had eyes for her. That night, when he arrived home, he tried to go upstairs without looking at me, and I made my decision. "Today is your birthday. I want to give you a present ," I said. He answered without turning around. -I don't need to. -Mateus, I want a divorce. I said He paused for a moment on the first step, then turned and came straight to me. In the blink of an eye, he was standing before me, one hand resting on the wall, trapping me between his imposing chest and the coldness of the concrete. Mateus lowered his eyes to me, his lips curved in a sarcastic smile: -Is it because I didn't spend my birthday with you that you're asking for a divorce? Wasn't it you who did everything to marry me? I tried to hide the pain that gripped my heart and, holding his gaze, I said: -Mateus, let's end this sexless marriage. He arched an eyebrow and, with his deep, seductive voice that seemed to vibrate against my body, said: -Without sex? He raised his hand and firmly grasped my chin, his thumb pressing my lips in a slow, possessive, and provocative movement. So that's why you want a divorce? You're missing... this? I felt my face burn immediately. I didn't mean it that way! It was the first time Mateus had looked at me so closely, as if he were truly seeing me for the first time in three years.

His coldness made him very observant, but not with me; I wasn't important enough to be the center of his attention.