Elizabeth’s POV
The past few days had been a living nightmare, as Elizabeth watched Matteo grow more and more distant.
It started with small, barely noticeable things—things she wouldn’t have paid attention to if her insecurities hadn’t begun bubbling up. But now, every shift, every silence, seemed magnified.
First, there was the way he held her gaze less often. Since the beginning of their relationship, their silent glances had been like shared secrets, a constant, steady thread binding them together. Now, he barely looked her in the eye, as if seeing her was a reminder of something he wanted to forget.
Then, there was the absence of those small gestures of affection. They used to brush against each other in passing, fingertips grazing, their hands meeting without a second thought. Bu
