MATTEO’s POV
I swung open my car door and stepped out. I saw her struggling with a heavy bag, and Carter and Alonzo rushed to her side, embracing her and offering comfort as she tried to break free. She was oblivious to my presence, and I felt like a ghost, invisible and insignificant.
The wind whispered past me as I gazed at my wife, knowing in that moment that I had lost her, and there was nothing left for me to do but accept it. She struggled against Carter and Alonzo's grasp, but it was a losing battle. I was frozen in place, unable to let her go, as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My lip trembled with the weight of my sorrow, knowing I was responsible for her actions.
Just like Daya, she was leaving me, but this time, it was my own doing. The truth had come to light - I had taken Daya's life with my own hands - and now my wife couldn't bear to stay with me. I was trapped in a living nightmare, unable to escape the consequences of my own actions.