Stella's POV

“We’re not true fated mates. I married you only to get the Moonstone.”

Ryan’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. The lips that once kissed me, whispered sweet nothings into my ears, now uttered the cruelest truth.

The tears stopped. A strange calm settled over me. “What do you mean?”

“I bought a potion from a witch to mask my scent and make it seem like I was your fated mate. That’s all,” he said casually, as if recounting a trivial errand.

My face felt numb, frozen in place, incapable of any reaction. My throat tightened painfully, and it took what felt like forever before...