LAYLA’S POV
There hasn’t been a single moment since I met Edward where I imagined I’d be sitting here having this conversation. Not because it’s difficult to say but because I never imagined it’d be true.
Yet here I am, sitting on our couch with what I’m ninety percent sure is a broken rib, two unconscious men bleeding in my bedroom, and a truth that somehow feels even harder to process than the attack itself.
I have to tell Edward that one of the people he trusted most might’ve betrayed him. That he might’ve wanted to hurt me. Just the thought of saying it out loud makes my pulse race. His face has already drained of color, and I haven’t even explained everything yet.
Goddess…
I wish this wasn’t coming from me. I wish I was wrong.
Setting the mug down on the coffee table, I reach fo
