Bella pov
"Good." I met his eyes directly, letting him see every bit of coldness I'd built around my heart. "I hope you've suffered, i hope every day was torture. I hope you thought about me and what you did and realized exactly what you threw away."
"I did." His voice cracked slightly. "Every single day, Bella. Every single day I thought about you, about our child, about what I'd done. I tried to find you”
"And now you have." I stepped back as the song ended, putting distance between us. "Congratulations, you found me. Was it everything you hoped for? Does seeing me successful and happy make you feel better about your guilt?"
"Happy?" He stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "Bella, you're not happy. You're performing. I can see it in your eyes, the same pain I see in the mirror
