Mirabella's Pov
It has been over an hour since Matteo walked out my door, I cried about it but not for long, because I’ve gotten so used to him being so cold and distant.
I understand his struggles but I’m no longer willing to put up with it, which is why after having a bath, I’m now seated and fully relaxed on the cushion, reading through the annulment papers with great focus.
If he is willing to walk away from me, then I should be willing to do the same. I can no longer hold him against his will.
Continuous loud bangs resound against my door and after a while of ignoring it, I walk over to the door full of rage as I swing it open only to be met by Matteo’s shirtless torso, hooded eyes and messy hair.
Shit.
I squeeze my thighs together.
It’s been too f*****g long!
He tries walking
