—Natasha's POV—
The car door clicked shut, a sound as final as a coffin lid sealing. Enzo’s sleek black sedan purred away from the curb, its taillights bleeding into the distant city glow. I stood on the sidewalk, the chill of the night seeping through my thin jacket, but it was nothing compared to the ice forming in my veins.
The entire evening had been a performance—a forced laugh, a casual touch, playing the part of Enzo’s chosen companion for a public gala. All while feeling the phantom weight of another man’s gaze.
I fumbled with my keys, my hands trembling so badly I could barely fit them into the lock. The silence of my apartment was a physical presence, thick and suffocating. I leaned against the closed door, my heart hammering against my ribs, and let out a shaky breath. I was
