Bella’s P.O.V.
The room was quiet, but inside me, there was nothing but noise.
A roar. A storm. A thousand knives scraping against the walls of my chest.
Mason’s words still hung in the air like smoke that wouldn’t clear.
“Were you ever mine? Or was it all just lies?”
Every syllable had carved into me. Every accusation had torn open wounds I had stitched closed a thousand times. I could still feel the sting in my bones, in my blood.
But worse than the words was his eyes—the way he looked at me. Not with love, not with longing, but with suspicion. Doubt. A stranger wearing the face of the man I once thought would fight the world for me.
And I… I had sat there. Silent. I couldn’t defend myself. Not because there weren’t truths to speak, but because my voice had been stolen. My heart w
