บททั้งหมดของ Winning Back My Ex: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Galata had taken a tray to her husband's study, laden with coffee and cookies for Leandro and her husband, but when she heard them talking, she couldn't help but try to listen to their words. There, she understood the meaning of the proverb "curiosity killed the cat," because that's what happened, figuratively speaking. She felt sharp piercings and shatter her heart; she had to breathe through her mouth to regain her breath. She was never an impulsive woman; quite the opposite, she learned to keep quiet about things she didn't like to maintain harmony in her home. She never argued with Matteo, seeking to please him with everything, because she thought that in that way he would always be there for her. Thinking about that caused her deep sorrow. If she looked back, she realized that she had ceased to be the extroverted, determined, fun young woman. Now, she was merely a poor specter of the past, not moving a foot without Matteo's authorization. Her life centered and revolved around

Matteo heard the voice on the other end of the line and his heart began to beat wildly, like the drumming of drums. A cold sweat ran down his spine. He made his first attempt to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat. "Matteo, are you there? Can you hear me?" the woman asked in a tone of anguish. The man cleared his throat and finally found his voice. "Helena... I'm here," he sighed, sensing that the words he was about to utter would be difficult to say, and so they were. "However, I thought everything was very clear between us last time. I asked you not to call me again. Why are you insisting?" His initial intention had been to avoid any contact with her, but now, having her so close, he felt tempted. A sob was heard on the other end. He remained silent, caught in an internal struggle with himself. One part of him urged him to hang up the call, and another to listen to her, because her mere voice brought back wonderful past events and unleashed numerous feelings within him,

Matteo observed her for a moment; he couldn't help but survey her from head to toe. She looked angelic, ethereal, more beautiful than ever. Her parted lips invited him to taste them. He couldn't resist; he leaned in and sucked on her lower lip like a thirsty man, his tongue tracing the edge of her mouth. Again, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "My sweet Galata!"He introduced his wet, warm, and eager tongue into her oral cavity, meeting hers, which timidly moved. Together, they danced an erotic dance to the rhythm set by the desire raging within him, with the overwhelming fury and force of a volcano.Releasing her mouth, he moved down her neck, slowly tracing it with his tongue. On his palate, Galata’s taste was more intoxicating than any exquisite wine—sweet, delicious, intense, explosive. He felt his breathing quicken as waves of pleasure broke over his body. The woman let out a soft moan as she felt the man's tongue graze her delicate skin; heat burned within her, completely maddeni

The man's call gave Galata a sense of unease. She felt an icy gust freeze her bones, and despite not wanting to be rude, she disliked the idea of receiving him, much less seeing him. There was something that forced her to repel him."Leandro, what a surprise to hear from you! Although your words puzzle me. Why would I need you? We're not even that close," she mentioned with bewilderment."I'm sorry, Galata! My intention isn't to make you uncomfortable. I consider you as much my friend as Matteo's, and I think you need me right now, because perhaps you're overwhelmed by Helena's appearance, and it's good to confide in someone. It's not good to suppress those emotions; they end up hurting you, making you sick," the man stated with a tone of concern."Thank you very much for your offer, but I prefer not to bother you," the girl declared, trying to evade him and wondering, "How does he know I know about Helena's appearance?" However, she didn't dwell on those thoughts and continued to pay

Leandro watched Paula with rage, clenching his hands at his sides. He closed his eyes, then fiercely struck her face, sending her rolling across the floor. A trickle of blood began to seep from her mouth."Bitch! Who called you to meddle in what's none of your business?!" he fumed, gritting his teeth, and taking advantage of her position on the floor, he began to kick her without stopping."Leandro! Stop it! Have you gone mad?" the girl screamed, horrified by the man's savage behavior."Leandro!" she exclaimed again.When Leandro heard Galata's voice calling him, he snapped out of his reverie. He had imagined it all. He couldn't help but look at Paula, and though he couldn't react as he had imagined, he didn't miss the opportunity to plant the seed of his venom."Paula, what a surprise to see you! Surely your words come from personal experience... I just remembered, years ago you were madly in love with Matteo. Are you defending him because you still love him?""That's high treason, s