Bella's POV
My voice cut through the room, calm but laced with razor-sharp sarcasm that made everyone's faces change instantly.
Ivy went ghost-white. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she bit her lip hard, like she was fighting some crushing pain. Her expression screamed pure desperation.
"You're absolutely right, Bella. I should've been gone ages ago." The words barely left her mouth before she shot up and threw herself toward the wall.
I lunged forward, catching her arm. But she'd built up so much momentum that she dragged me down with her, sending us both crashing to the floor.
Chaos erupted around us. Genevieve flew to Ivy's side, completely unhinged—tears streaming, voice cracking as she screamed like a woman possessed.
"Ivy! What are you doing? If you die, your mother dies too!"
She shoved me aside with brutal force and crushed Ivy against her chest, sobbing like the world was ending.
The whole scene painted me as some kind of monster.
