Hazel’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
I kept turning over in bed, flipping the pillow, pulling the blanket up to my chin, then kicking it off again because it suddenly felt suffocating. Every time I closed my eyes, my heart gave this weird little jump—like it was trying to climb out of my chest. Restless. Uneasy. Like something bad was waiting just outside the door and I could feel it breathing.
I groaned and rolled onto my back, staring up at the dark canopy above the bed.
This was ridiculous.
I shouldn’t be lying here wide awake, stomach in knots, thinking about Nicholas.
Nicholas—of all people.
The same man who’d spent three years parading his mistress in front of me like it was a hobby. The same man who’d looked at me like I was invisible until today, when he suddenly decided to act lik
