Bella POV
I didn't see Caleb for the rest of the gala. He'd disappeared after his devastating revelation, leaving me to navigate conversations and networking while my mind spun with humiliation and anger.
He'd heard me, he heard everything. By the time I made it back to the penthouse, it was past midnight and I was exhausted. Tom was asleep at Maya's apartment, giving me a night alone to process everything.
I kicked off my heels, poured myself a glass of wine, and stood on the terrace looking at the city lights. The night air was cold against my skin, but I needed it to clear my head.
"Bella."
I turned to find Caleb standing in the terrace doorway. He'd removed his bow tie and jacket, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, looking rumpled and dangerous.
"I don't want to talk to you," I
