CHAPTER 135: EPILOGUE

My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.

The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me.

Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost.

I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself.

I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom