Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

I'm Done with You

Song Inspo: I'm Not the Only One

Word Count: 670

Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the soft fabric of the comforter. The room felt too quiet, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest. She could hear the faint sound of the shower running in the bathroom, a familiar noise that now felt like a cruel reminder of all the lies that had been told in this space.

How many times had she sat here, waiting for him to come home, hoping that this time would be different? How many nights had she cried herself to sleep, feeling the sting of betrayal deep in her bones? She had known for a long time—longer than she cared to admit—that she wasn't the only one. That there were others. Faceless, nameless women who took up the space that should have been hers.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Mattheo stepped out, a towel slung low on his hips. He caught her gaze and offered her a casual smile, as if nothing was wrong, as if everything was perfectly normal. But Y/N couldn't bring herself to smile back. Not anymore.

"What's with the look?" Mattheo asked, raising an eyebrow as he toweled off his hair. "You're quiet tonight."

Y/N swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. "Mattheo, we need to talk."

He froze for a moment, then shrugged, tossing the towel onto a nearby chair. "What about?" His tone was dismissive, like he already knew where this conversation was headed and didn't want to deal with it.

Y/N stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. She had rehearsed this moment in her head so many times, but now that it was here, the words felt heavy on her tongue. "I know about the other women," she said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to stay strong. "I've known for a while."

Mattheo's expression shifted, a flicker of something—guilt, perhaps—crossing his features before he quickly masked it with indifference. "Baby, come on. We've been over this. You're overthinking things."

Overthinking. He always used that word, as if her pain was just a figment of her imagination, something she was blowing out of proportion. But this time, she couldn't let him brush it off. She couldn't let him make her feel small anymore.

"I'm not overthinking," she said, her voice firmer now. "I'm done pretending that everything is okay. I'm done waiting for you to change, hoping that you'll finally care enough to stop."

Mattheo sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "Look, I love you, Y/N. But you've got to stop being so emotional about everything. It's not that big of a deal."

Y/N's heart clenched at his words. Not that big of a deal. Was that all she was to him? Something to be dealt with, to be tolerated? She had given him everything—her love, her trust, her heart—and in return, he had given her lies and empty promises.

"I can't do this anymore, Mattheo," she said, her voice breaking despite her resolve. "I deserve better than this. I deserve someone who won't make me feel like I'm not enough."

For a moment, Mattheo looked stunned, as if he hadn't expected her to stand up for herself. But then he shrugged again, that same careless attitude slipping back into place. "If that's what you want, then fine. Go ahead and leave. But you'll come back. You always do."

Y/N felt the weight of his words settle in her chest, but this time, she knew it was different. She had to be strong. She had to walk away, no matter how much it hurt. Because staying would hurt even more.

She grabbed her bag, throwing in whatever she could find, not caring if she left things behind. Mattheo watched her, silent now, his indifference cutting her deeper than anything else. When she finally zipped up the bag, she turned to him one last time.

"Goodbye, Mattheo," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes.

And with that, she walked out of the door, leaving behind the pieces of a broken relationship she could no longer fix.

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As much as I love writing sappy things about Mattheo, I know this is most likely how he would act, or even worse lol :/

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