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Weston's POV
"Natalie please," I begged and she turned around to look at me sharply. Her eyes are puffy from crying and her face is bright red. My heart broke. I did this. I forced her to read the letter for my selfish reasons and it had hurt her so much. The man that was saying those things was her mate afterall. It would hurt her no matter how much she tries to hide or resist it.
"What do you want?" She asked, looking at the floor beside my feet. "I... Want to talk," I said and she shook her head. "I don't want to talk to you," she replied, turning back to what she was doing.
"Natalie--" she cut me off.
"No, Weston! I do not want to talk. Do me a favor and leave!" She exclaimed. Her voice broke towards the end and knew she was close to crying. "I'm sorry," I whispered and gently
