CLARA’S POV
I paused mid-bite, glancing up at Edward and watching him push his food around. He looked… different. Distant.
Normally, he would try to engage me in conversations but as I searched his face, he didn’t love like he was interested in that.
The Edward who had been eager to spend time with me was gone, replaced by someone colder, more closed off.
He barely looked at me as we ate. Barely spoke.
All because of her.
I didn’t even want to have breakfast with him but at the same time, questions and anger burned in me.
I also told myself that coming here would show him I wasn’t bothered by his unwelcomed guest. But the more I sat here, the more it ate at me.
Sighing, I let my fork clatter onto the plate. His eyes flicked up, and his brows raised like he was too exhausted to
