Hugo's POV
I walked back to my room completely alone. The emptiness followed me down the hallway like a shadow. Maybe I needed someone there with me, but that someone had already chosen her path long ago.
She had never really been mine to begin with.
I found myself pacing the third floor corridor, unable to shake the image of Bella with her husband. Something about that man bothered me beyond simple jealousy. There was something familiar in his face that I couldn't place.
My phone started buzzing. I already knew who was calling.
"She keeps trying to reach us," I muttered to my wolf, thinking of Camilla.
"Guilt does that to people," my wolf replied.
I wasn't sure about that. Camilla had let me down in ways I never expected. For so long, I thought I understood who she was. Then she went and destroyed my engagement dinner, ruining everything I had tried to build.
The person I trusted completely had shown poor judgment when it mattered most.
