Chapter 158 Not That Kind Of Man

• Serena lay curled up in the middle of the freshly made bed, the sheets cool and crisp beneath her, yet doing nothing to ease the ache inside her chest. Her eyes were tightly shut, but sleep refused to come. Instead, her mind kept replaying the image of Love in her bed-naked, smug, and completely unapologetic.
• Their bed. The bed where Adriano had held her, touched her, kissed her. She clenched her jaw and turned to her side, willing herself not to care. Their marriage was a sham. Adriano hadn't chosen her because he wanted her; he had married her because he did not care about her.
• Still, the ache in her chest only spread the more she thought about it. No matter how she tried to push it away and be okay with it, she couldn't.