When Edward found me, I had stopped crying. Without a word, he took me into his arms. “Don’t try to comfort me; just say ‘I told you so’.”
“I’d never tell you that, my love,” he whispered. I could feel the anger growing in his chest. For the briefest of moments, I worried he’d do something rash. But he didn’t need to protect me, anymore, at least not physically.
For months, Edward had watched me feign complete happiness, knowing that Jacob had taken part of my heart with him. I hated hurting him.
That urge to see Jake was over now, because now I knew that every moment we’d spent together was moot.
Edward emitted a low growl, and I immediately turned in the opposite direction.
“Bella,” Jacob was saying. “How could you let him do that to you? Don’t you care about me at all?” His whole body shook. In a few minutes, unless he calmed down, Edward would have to translate.
“I love him,” I whispered, knowing what his response would be.
“But you love me, too!”
“Loved. You’ve hurt me more than you know.”