Chapter
Forty Five
Mattie
didn’t sleep, how could she? Her mind was overactive; there were so many
questions, so many problems, but no obvious solutions. She loved Dylan to
distraction, that was blatantly obvious. She’d dared to dream, dared to believe
that this was their second chance. She’d honestly believed that if she’d had
time, if they’d talked, planned, worked out how they could iron out all the
pain and hurt they’d caused each other, that they could get past the past, and then
she honestly believed that he’d have coped with the news. At the right time,
the right place, he’d have trusted her, he’d have understood. Instead that
bastard Andy had blurted it out a sordid, dirty secret.
All night
the ‘what if’s’ had circled her
brain, what if she’d told him on day one? At least she still hated him then, or
thought she did, if he had stormed off into the distance then, she’d have been
relieved. Or when they became friends? There was time there to say what had
happened, but by then he was her boss, the last thing she’d have needed was him
hating her, the animosity at work...
Like she’d
have now.
When sleep
eluded her, her mind overactive, she plotted what she’d do the next day. She’d
called the hotel at a ridiculous hour to be told that Mr Wallace had arrived
late the previous night; at least she knew he was safe. But that didn’t help her
sleep. Still she tossed and turned, punching lumps out of her pillow, kicking
the duvet off, the pulling it back over her. Nothing helped.
She must
have fallen asleep, because she woke up, pain, tired, aching all over. It was
almost midday when she managed to focus on the clock, the sun blasting through
a crack in the curtains. Her head hurt, her heart hurt. It was a bad day. She
staggered into the lounge to see the remainders of their romantic afternoon,
plates, wine glasses, stacked ready to be washed. Her makeup bag was open on
the counter as Dylan had been hogging the bathroom mirror, so she’d used the highly
polished surface of the expensive refrigerator to apply lipstick and eyeliner.
Everywhere
she turned there was a memory, a sign that for twenty four hours all her
Christmases had come at once. Now she saw a shell, empty casings hinting at
what might have been.
Mattie drank
some orange juice, tried to settle her stomach, but it was no use. She should
wait until the following morning, see Dylan at work, try to talk to him. But
the thought of seeing him with an audience, with colleagues present.
No, she had
to go see him now. Get this over and done with; there was no way she could wait
until Monday. This was all or nothing, if he couldn’t understand her, didn’t
want to listen, believe, then she’d have to walk away, take what remained of
her fragile psyche and disappear, somewhere, anywhere. And that would mean
accepting that her time at the Sunshine Club was over. And she felt the need to
mourn that as well as for the disaster zone that replaced her heart.
The hotel
was quiet, there was usually a rush for Sunday lunches, but the unexpected
sunny afternoon had obviously sent people to parks and beaches instead. Mark one
of her many trusted staff, was stood at reception and smiled when she
approached.
“Hi Mark, is Mr Wallace
upstairs?”
He shook his
head, “he’s in his office...he had a meeting earlier, but he’s alone now.”
She nodded,
then when the receptionist looked away grimaced. She wasn’t exactly looking
forward to this. Plus her feet were killing her, the previous night’s trek in
ridiculous shoes had ripped her feet to shreds, even the flip-flops she wore
with her jeans were rubbing the wounds raw.
Dragging herself
up the corridor, she rounded the corner towards the offices, and kicked off the
shoes with gasps of relief, then carried them in her hand as she approached the
barrier that was Dylan’s closed office door.
Tapping
gently several times didn’t get a response, so in the end, she pushed open the
door. Dylan was bent over his computer and didn’t even look up, though when she
spoke she could see him freeze, pause for that briefest of moments, but a telltale
sign that this mattered.
“Can we talk?” her voice sounded
strange in the unforgiving silence.
With a harsh
laugh and his head still dropped, he snapped, “talk? Huh! Too late.”
“Dylan please. Don’t do this.”
He shook his
head defensively, still not looking up from his work, though she knew he wasn’t
concentrating on anything but her words.
“I get that this has hurt
you...I am sorry, sorry for it all.” Still he was silent. Suddenly Mattie knew
it was all or nothing time, she couldn’t spend her life in limbo, couldn’t work
for a man who hated her. She had to throw down all her cards...and be prepared
to lose everything.
“I was wrong to make the
decision on my own, but I was desperate...I tried to call you,” she hated that
tears thickened her voice. “But you didn’t answer...the divorce papers...they
were my bluff...I was hoping to shock you into realising what you’d left
behind. But you signed them, then stopped answering my calls.” She gulped at the
lump in her throat as she protested.
“So this is all my fault again?
Great!”
She shook
her head, “all I know is that I had to decide how best to survive. I couldn’t
look after a baby, it was too difficult. I had to do what I did.”
His head
finally lifted and he snarled at her, “that was MY baby too.” But the snarl
choked on emotion as he once again struggled to speak.
She nodded,
“you’re right, and whilst I did what I had to do, regardless of what you might
think,” she added as he started to protest. “It was what I had to do, the only
option, but that doesn’t mean that a day goes past when I don’t wish that I
could have had that baby, that I could hold it in my arms, because it pains me
Dylan, it has pained me EVERY day for five years. You want to punish me, you
want to hate me? Well join the queue, because I torture myself every day, I
have done since that day, and I hate a part of me too.”
He was
listening, she knew that, and this was her swansong, “you know that I love you,
you know that if there was any other way...”
He shook his
head passionately, “there was ALWAYS another way.”
Shaking her
head ruefully she disagreed with him, “the last two days...they were amazing,
everything I’ve ever wanted, even though I denied it for so long. I honestly
want this...us...a future.” As he continued
to shake his head vehemently, she sighed, “don’t hate me...please.”
Tears were
now rolling down her face, “Dylan, this is the problem with us; on both times
we’ve been together we haven’t talked, not properly. We get caught up in the
moment, never discuss our feelings.”
“You don’t want to know how I
feel.”
She smiled,
“you’re probably right. But for the record I love you, but if we can’t work
this out, then I have to leave...I’m going to visit my father, tomorrow. If you
want to come with me...try...talk...then I’ll be at your apartment, but if you
don’t...then I’ll go and not come back. I won’t expect wages, and I will
organise rent for the weeks I spent at your place. I’ll have my belongings put
in storage.”
He was
staring at the computer screen, but he wasn’t focussing, she only hoped he was
hearing her. But he let her whimper slightly, swiping at her eyes with her
hand.
As she
turned for the door, he murmured, “what happened to your feet?”
It wasn’t
the words she hoped for, but it was a hint, “bad shoes,” she whispered. “Had to
walk home in heels.”
His eyes
flashed at hers and she could see the anger instantly take over from the
sympathy in his eyes. “Go see Mark, he’s out first aider.”
She shook
her head, that comment was more hurtful than any other he’d issued in the last eighteen
hours, “I’ll survive...I always do.”
Had she
honestly expected him to come? She wasn’t sure. She knew how stubborn Dylan was,
hell he’d always done JUST what he wanted in life, when it came to decisions he
didn’t trust anyone as he trusted himself. He hated her, and nothing she said
would make him change that opinion. She’d put her heart on her sleeve.
And it
wasn’t enough.
As her
flight took off and London disappeared into the distance, she couldn’t feel
enthusiasm, couldn’t feel happy. After all, he’d ruined her once, he was the
only person who could do that to her, and she’d tried to resist him, tried to
close down her heart. But Matilda Davies loved Dylan Wallace, and it broke her
in two...again.
Dylan
slammed the wall with the heel of his hand, he was no boxer and he wasn’t
stupid enough to punch the wall, he would break his hand knowing him. Instead
he lashed out with a slightly safer version. That was the new him, the ‘safe’ risk
taker! He almost laughed, when had he become that man? Five years ago he’d had
smashed into the wall uncaring of the consequences, now he couldn’t even show
his frustration properly.
It was
twenty four hours since Matilda had walked out of his office. A broken
devastated Matilda...not that he was feeling sorry for her. He wasn’t. She’d
hurt him. The thought of what she did still caused him physical pain, he’d not
cried since he was a child, but the thought of what could have been, what he
had lost was insurmountable, he’d thought that losing his wife, or rather being
left by her had hurt him in ways he hadn’t though imaginable, but now...the
thought that there could have been a child...SHOULD have been a child hurt him
even more. All his life he’d felt unloved, unwanted, he’d secretly longed for
the time when he’d have a child to shower with all the love he’d never had.
But you’d have been in Hong
Kong...and then New York.
Despite his
inner monologue he wasn’t happy to think his role in this, HE was the one hard
done by, HE was the one who’d been hurt, and he turned back to his work
ignoring the voice that told him he was being childish, that there were two
sides to every story.
“So Mattie’s gone on holiday?”
He looked up
from the agenda he’d just been emailed for the imminent board meeting In New
York to see Sarah stood in the doorway to his office, hands on hips. He
groaned. “God save me from bloody women!” He hissed the words under his breath.
“We are up to our eyes, she’s
got all the information for the big conference next week, need I remind you
three days, four hundred delegates.”
He ran a
hand through his hair, had Matilda gone on holiday? She’d mentioned it briefly
in the height of their discord; he remembered something about visiting her
father? He took a deep breath, “everything we need is on her computer. You can
do this without her Sarah. If you need extra help, then I’ll sanction it.”
He glanced
back at his computer but sensed that she hadn’t left, looking up, he lifted an
eyebrow in question, “yes?”
“So she’s gone on holiday?”
He gave an
abrupt nod, but Sarah wasn’t one to be easily fobbed off.
“Where?” She stepped into the
office and closed the day. “I mean last week you two were...well let’s just say
that you were getting along.” She sighed when he shrugged in a non-committal
way, “Dylan, I know you are my boss, but I am worried. Mattie isn’t impulsive,
she’s committed, industrious and conscientious, she doesn’t disappear like
this. Where is she?”
Dylan
sighed, dropping his head for a moment, “you think I’ve hurt her?”
Sarah shrugged,
“I just know this is out of character.”
He nodded, “me
and Matilda...it’s complicated. She’s gone to see her father. She’ll be back.”
Sarah was
staring at him, and he hated the scrutiny, “can I have your word on that? Because
I think you have the power to break her.”
He stood up,
hands on hips, “and I’m the Ice man, is that it? I’m incapable of being hurt?”
That stunned
her, “of course not...”
“I appreciate your concern, for
her, but she is fine. She’ll be with her father...and I will authorise whatever
it takes to let her have this trip. Ok?”
Sarah wasn’t
convinced, but for the moment left him alone. And he needed time to keep one
hand on his sanity.
Okay so for a little while we're going to see the stubborn side of Dylan. Glad she went to Thailand, would love to see Thailand in your words MZ , man I've visited so many places thanks to you :-)
ReplyDeleteYou know I was a bit happy upon seeing the picture ! Really really really looking forward for the next chapter.
Annie
Ugh I genuinely feel pained reading this, a sign of your great writing skills for sure but I hate the hurt everybody is feeling. I hope Mattie gets a chance to relax on her little holiday, put up her feet and be at peace even for a second cause at the moment it looks like she has a lot to come to terms with. In the meantime hopefully Dylan comes to his senses as well, he's hurting obviously but it'll help if he listens to that voice in the back of his head!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the great work, MZ :D Thanks for updating so quickly!
xx alisonwonderland
It's funny how Dylan expects Mattie to come back. Hes being so stubborn, but I guess thats expected cause Mattie hid something so big from him. Thanks for the great chapter.
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