Bella's POV
The entire drive back felt like torture. My hands wouldn't stop trembling as I gripped my phone, desperate to see my children again. But beneath that maternal panic, another fear gnawed at me - the inevitable storm of gossip that would follow what had just happened. The weight of it pressed against my chest like a stone.
When we pulled up to the suite, the sight of armed warriors stationed outside brought me a brief moment of relief. My babies were protected. That had to count for something.
I practically sprinted through the front door, and immediately spotted Hugo wearing a path in the carpet. He moved like a caged animal, his usually composed demeanor completely shattered.
Anxious didn't begin to cover it. The man looked ready to combust.
