Bella's POV
The locked terrace door rattled violently against the storm's fury. Through the trembling windows, I could see the mansion's solid construction withstanding nature's assault.
"Not bad?" Hugo's voice carried amusement mixed with disbelief.
"You were absolutely terrible. Don't pretend you've forgotten how you made our lives difficult. Every time another woman approached us, your face would darken like a thundercloud. You'd glare at her until she practically ran away." His laughter filled the room as he painted this picture of my younger self.
The memories crashed back like waves against the shore. I had been consumed with jealousy whenever anyone showed him attention. I would literally position myself between him and other women, desperate to reclaim his focus.
As the full weight of my past behavior hit me, I covered my face with both hands and groaned.
"God, I was mortifying," I mumbled through my fingers, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.
