Chapter 145
BELLA
I shouldn’t have followed him. I knew that. I told myself that as I tailed his car from a distance, hoping that I wouldn’t have to see the worst. But deep down, I felt it coming—the gut-wrenching confirmation of my worst fears. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t me, but I was so far past that line of reason, of rationality. I was tired—so tired—of the endless chase, the hiding, the second-guessing. I needed answers. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, or the next time we’d cross paths in some cold, sterile boardroom.
So I followed him.
My heart pounded as his car pulled up in front of the house he was staying at. It wasn't the Donovan's mansion.
I watched, my stomach twisting in knots, as he and Sabrina got out of the car together. They spoke briefly, her smile too bright, too f
