Natasha sat beside Roland, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. He looked so peaceful, almost innocent—like the man she had once loved. But she knew better. Beneath that calm exterior was someone capable of shattering hearts. And he had shattered hers in ways she never thought possible.
She sighed, rubbing her temples. When she arrived earlier, she had found him crawling on the floor, gasping for air. He had eaten something that contained soya, triggering his allergies. Panic had gripped her, but thankfully, she had thought ahead and bought his medication on her way there.
Her fingers tightened around the empty pill bottle on the nightstand. Years of being with him had made her memorize his habits, his routines—even his medical history. She used to think that knowing him so well
