Aria’s POV
Slowly, I pulled myself out of bed, letting the heavy duvet fall to the floor. I stumbled into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen from crying the night before, and my hair was a mess. I sighed, wondering how things had come to this point.
It was supposed to be my wedding night, a night that was meant to be special and memorable. Instead, I had spent it alone, grateful for Matteo's absence. I didn't need him, I told myself. The rumors about him were troubling, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than meeting the eye. Was he really as cold and heartless as people said, or was there a hidden side to him that few knew about? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than what I saw on th
