Chapter 20 I Wasn't Good Enough To Be Your Wife 2
MADISON POV
I felt out of place, but I remained composed and walked around the hall.
A waiter offers me a drink, which I gladly accept.
"Are you having fun?" I shudder at the sound of Dimitri's voice behind me.
A little, I'm not used to these kinds of parties.
"If you want, I can take you away from here and we can have a little party in my room," Dimitri said with a mischievous smile.
As tempting as the invitation may be, we can't get any more involved, and you know that.
I know, but something inside me can't accept being away from you, I have to confess, you're my addiction, Madi.
Deep down, I'm jumping for joy, but on the surface, I'm not showing any reaction.
But I wasn't good enough to be your wife, was I?
I regretted my words immediately; they came out with evident bitterness.
Dimitri was speechless for the first time, which hurt me even more.
It meant it was true; I wasn't enough for him.
I left quickly, looking for Cohen.
For me, this party was over.
When I see Cohen, I throw myself into his arms, not caring who's nearby.
He hugs me immediately, and I thank him for it.
I was so shaken that I ended up crying on his very expensive suit, but at that moment I didn't care.
I just needed his hug.
"Hey Madi, what happened?" he asks, worried.
"Just get me out of here, please," I said between endless sobs as we walked out of the party.
Cohen took me away without even saying goodbye to his friends he was talking to.
Dimitri's silence shook me so much that I couldn't keep up appearances; I needed to leave, and I didn't want to put Cohen in trouble.
Without further questions, he held my hand as a comforting gesture.
While driving, he didn't ask me any questions or say anything.
His eyes were on the road and he was holding my hand.
I looked out the window the whole way; the lights reminded me of the nightclub and Dimitri, and that made me feel even worse.
After entering the room, I threw myself on the bed and cried even more.
I was healing little by little those months I didn't see him, but after this reunion, the wound reopened.
The hurt I felt from him after leaving me to get married returned three times stronger, and the memory of his downcast face at the party, not knowing what to say, was the final straw for me.
I felt the bed sink under Cohen's weight; his worried face showed me how good he is to me.
Before this trip, I only saw him at the nightclub; it was just sex, but after he brought me here, I'm getting to know him for real, and what I'm seeing is pleasing me quite a lot.
Cohen strokes my hair, giving me time to speak.
After calming down enough, I decide to open up and let it all out.
"I need to tell you something," I said, looking into her eyes.
Cohen nods and listens attentively to me.
I lied to you; I already knew Dimitri before.
He frequented the nightclub, and he won me over on the very first night.
It was different with him, I felt repulsed by other men, but with him it was like it was my first time—" I pause, remembering.
After that night I couldn't get him out of my head, I was in love, and even without wanting to, I created the illusion that we could be together, but then he disappeared and I ended up finding out about his wedding on television—" I cry again remembering—"that hurt me so much.
I decided I would never fall in love with anyone again.
I'm a professional; my job at that nightclub has rules, and I needed to follow them."
I try to breathe calmly so I can continue.
"So I was called to a bachelor party, it was a new job, but I was excited because it was something different from what I normally did, and when I got there, I found out that the groom was him.
Can you imagine my surprise?
Obviously, he was furious, and he pulled me away from his guests, but when we were alone, he grabbed me, and I, the fool, couldn't resist.
The next day, he left me at the stranger's house and went off to get married.
I hadn't seen him for six months, Cohen, and when I saw him at that restaurant, everything came flooding back.
I'm so sorry for lying to you."
Cohen doesn't say anything; he just observes me, and then after a few minutes, he breaks the silence.
What happened at the party?
He asked me to leave with him, and I refused, but during the conversation, I asked him a question I shouldn't have, and he didn't know the answer, and it was like a knife tearing me apart.
I couldn't take it anymore and cried again.
Cohen pulled our bodies together, comforting me, running his hands down my back.
I had never received affection like that before; at home with my father, I didn't even get a look of gratitude or kindness.
I felt safe in Cohen's arms, as if it were my haven, a place I never wanted to leave.
I ended up falling asleep right there.