Bella’s POV
“Get out!” I screamed.
“Bella, please—”
“I don’t have anything to say to you, just get out. If you don’t, I’ll scream right now and your father will rush down here. You know that much.”
He hesitated, jaw tight, lower lip caught between his teeth. Then he’d turned and walked away without saying another word.
The audacity.
I muttered the word under my breath as I crossed the room and dropped onto the velvet stool in front of my vanity. I reached for my skincare routine like it was a lifeline cleanser, toner, serum, moisturizer. The familiar motions helped, but not enough. My mind kept replaying the moment I’d turned around and seen him standing there.
When my skin was finally dry, I pulled on an oversized faded tee and soft gray sweatpants. I collapsed face-first onto the
