Bella's pov
I wiped my cheeks with trembling fingers and forced myself up from the cold floor. No more silence. No more pretending. I’d promised Sarah something I couldn’t keep—not because I didn’t want to, but because someone kept making it impossible… because of him.
My steps were firm, echoing down the hallway. I didn’t even knock. I pushed the office door open, and there he was—Edward—seated behind his massive desk, face buried in some document, as if the world outside his papers didn’t exist.
He didn’t even flinch at my entrance. Of course he didn’t. He doesn't care.
“You,” I started, my voice shaky but loud. His eyes finally lifted, calm and monotonous.
“Is there something you need?” he asked, his voice clipped. Cold. Polite. As if I were some guest.
“Yes,” I stepped in and shu
