Chapter 37

Was this emotional numbness? Or just the expected reaction from a divorced woman? Nadia calmly dipped a slice of beef into the bubbling broth, coated it in her custom-made dipping sauce, and slowly brought it to her lips. Her eyes remained unreadable, without a flicker of emotion or a trace of pain. Callum. That name used to feel like a shard of glass lodged in her chest. Just hearing it was enough to hurt. But now? Even learning he'd made a grand public declaration for another woman, and in complete disregard of Barclay, who he once revered, didn't stir so much as a ripple in her heart. He seemed to have fallen head over heels for Brittany. And to think that she'd wasted three whole years on that joke of a marriage. "Nad…" Wendy's voice softened, uneasy in the face of Nadia's eerie calm. "Are you… Okay?" Nadia looked up and met her gaze. She smiled—easy, open, and unbothered. "What could be wrong? What, am I supposed to throw a fit and go on a hunger strike over that man?" "B