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~Bella's POV
I swallowed hard, pushing the thought away. It was ridiculous. There was no reason for me to feel any joy at the idea. Not when I knew what this meant. Not when I knew what Alex thought of me.
Alex.
Now, all I felt was uncertainty.
Would he even care? Would he even believe me?
The questions circled in my mind, relentless and unforgiving. I tried to picture his face, tried to imagine what his reaction would be. Would his expression harden, his eyes turning cold as they always did when he was irritated? Would he sneer, dismissing me with that cutting indifference that could make even the strongest person feel invisible? Or worse, would he simply not care at all?
What purpose did I serve beyond his pleasure? I had told myself it was enough, that I understood the rules of whatever this was between us. But deep down, I had always feared this moment…this inevitable realization that I was nothing more than a fleeting indulgence.
