5
Ethan took me back to Bennett Manor. On the way, he informed me,
11:11 AM
“Adrian found out that the whole kidnapping was your plan, so he’s busy comforting Bella after the ‘trauma‘ of it all.”
“He’s angry, so apologize to Bella, and it’ll all blow over. Keep him calm, and the divorce will go smoothly.”
I ignored him, turning to stare out the car window. The scenery blurred past, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. I thought back to the panic of the kidnapper rushing me to the hospital before I passed out.
It was obvious that Bella had set me up yet again, pinning the blame on me so she could play the innocent “victim” in Adrian’s eyes. This wasn’t the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
It was like Bella and I were two magnets with opposing poles, pushing each other away yet constantly colliding in harm. And Adrian? He was the iron that spun endlessly around Bella. No matter how thin her schemes were, to him, they were just more proof of her delicate charm and fragility. He always took her side, the scales never tipping in my favor.
All my fighting, despair, and even hysterics only earned me one response from him:
“Stop making a scene. Look at what you’ve become.”
