Bella's POV
I sat at my laptop that evening and composed a lengthy email to Vance, detailing every single issue I was facing here. My fingers moved across the keyboard as I poured out my frustrations and concerns, hoping he would finally prioritize me over his entertainment for just one night.
Hours passed without any response from him, which told me everything I needed to know. He was obviously preoccupied with her again.
I slammed the laptop shut with more force than necessary and muttered irritably before collapsing onto the bed. Sleep didn't come easily, though it should have. Despite our arrangement and everything I knew about Vance's activities, I found myself seething with anger that I had no right to feel.
But the emotion burned in my chest regardless.
Two hours later, I jolted awake with an inexplicable compulsion to check my messages. I grabbed the laptop and opened it, discovering a new email from Vance waiting in my inbox.
