NATASHA.
My heart was in my throat as I stared down at the man who was once my mate. The man responsible for a lot of the pain I had carried for months, one that had almost stopped me from accepting my true love in time.
When I saw him at the arena a few weeks back, I didn't feel this way. I was angry then, blinded by rage over what he had done. Today, however, as I watched him kneeling with Kamal standing behind him, I felt... nothing.
Every time I pictured a coincidence that would force me to meet Matteo, I had always imagined myself shaking from fear. The gripping type that would leave me breathless. It wasn't the case right now. Not even when our eyes met and he smirked had I felt anything. It was as though I was numb from feeling anything for him now.
That should be weird, right?
