All Chapters of Winning Back My Ex: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Galata was lost in thought, oblivious to her friend's conversation. She couldn't stop thinking about Matteo, about the wonderful night they had spent. She refused to believe that he felt nothing for her. "Is it possible for a man to fake it like that while making love?" she wondered, unable to control her anxiety, because contradictory opinions swirled in her mind. She was so absorbed in her situation that she didn't notice her friend's question."Galata Antonella Ferrari Estrada! Am I supposed to play pool with the balls you're giving me?" the blonde asked, not hiding her irritation.Her heated exclamation made Galata react."Oh, friend! I'm truly sorry; I'm not good company right now. I have too much on my mind. It would be best for me to go home," she pronounced, feeling ashamed of her own attitude."Don't be silly, Galata, I don't want you depressed, cooped up at home licking your wounds, and waiting for that idiot Matteo to arrive while you can't stop wondering if he spent the ni

Matteo felt fear stir within him again; he didn't want to divorce Galata, much less lose his family, because he couldn't imagine life without them. But her words were blunt, her expression cold; there wasn't the slightest trace of emotion in her. It was as if nothing hurt or mattered to her; she seemed indifferent."What are you saying, my love? I don't want a divorce. Galata, we have a family! Why are you coming up with these absurd ideas?! Has someone put these ideas in your head? You can't be serious?" he asked, simultaneously trying to approach her, a bewildered expression on his face. But Galata extended her hand to stop him from advancing and keep him away from her."I've never been more serious in my life. What part of my words don't you understand?" she asked in a harsh tone. "This isn't an absurd idea; it's a well-thought-out, decided, and irrevocable decision.""Many things have happened that have allowed me to open my eyes to the truth, yes, because I always sensed it, thou

Matteo sat still, unsure of how to react. It all felt so unreal—he had the distinct sensation that everything was happening to someone else. For a moment, a flicker of panic threatened to break through, the edge of desperation crept close, but he held it back. He stood up, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. He never allowed himself to lose control, and he wasn’t about to start now.Galata’s words echoed inside him, fluttering like ghosts. He refused to believe their lives had been as she claimed. Yet, after a few moments of reflection and digging through memories of the past, he arrived at a painful conclusion he had denied for a long time. Perhaps she was right. He couldn’t stop the barrage of memories.He had come home from work after several meetings with architects, reviewing the blueprints for the construction of a new hotel complex. As soon as he arrived, he loosened his tie and walked into the house. He headed to the kitchen and fou

Galata felt so ashamed that she wouldn't have minded if the earth opened up at that moment, swallowed her, and spat her out somewhere far away, but that was asking too much. She got out of the car fearfully, especially because the owner of that luxurious car must have been extremely angry about the incident. She closed her eyes, counting mentally, to prepare for the explosion of temper the driver of such a marvel would surely have—and it was understandable."One, two, and three." However, despite reaching three, she heard no shouts or complaints. She opened her eyes, and there in front of her, almost close enough to feel his breath, stood a man with tanned skin, green eyes behind glasses, and black hair, with a smile like a toothpaste advertisement.She opened her eyes, bewildered. She couldn't believe she had misjudged him; she expected to see a very angry, hard-to-control man, and instead, there was a handsome guy smiling as if he'd just been told the funniest joke.For a moment, sh

Galata trembled with rage. She could forgive anything, even him behaving like an iceberg, but sleeping with Helena, after having shared such intimacy with her? That, she would never forgive. Not even if he spent years on his knees."Damn you, Matteo! Damn the day I decided to build a life with you," she shouted furiously. However, seconds later, she regretted it as her eyes fell on little Xavier curled up in bed.After all this time, not everything had been bad. Her children were the greatest treasure of her life, and they had come into the world because of Matteo. She couldn’t imagine life without those two little ones; they filled her existence with love. As she thought of them, her hand caressed her belly gently. They were her world. She leaned in to inhale the comforting scent of her son—it brought her peace and, at the same time, strength. And she needed that strength badly, to face what lay ahead.The day before, when she arrived at the Ferrari house, she had begun telling her p