Bella's POV
The tension in the room crackled like electricity before a storm. Derek's eyes burned with something dangerous as he stepped closer.
"What exactly is wrong with you?" Derek's voice cut through the air like a blade.
"This has nothing to do with you, Hugo. Move away. You have a wedding to focus on," Derek said, his hand making a dismissive gesture that made my skin crawl.
But Hugo wasn't backing down. Something had shifted in his demeanor, and I could see the protective instinct taking over.
"You're already married, so what's your argument here? And of course this concerns me. She's my friend," Hugo said, though I noticed the slight hesitation before the word 'friend.'
I suspected those text messages had gotten to him more than he was letting on. Sometimes lies have a way of poisoning everything they touch.
"So you're planning to interfere?" Derek's arms crossed over his chest, his stance becoming more aggressive.
