All Bella could do now was wander around Sam's room. She was filled with anger and frustration. Her eyes quickly scanned the comfortable room, especially the bed. She couldn't deny that what she saw fueled the fire in her chest even more.

She was sure that something had happened while she wasn't at home, especially the activities she used to do with Sam, even if not in this room.

For Sam, this room was very private, so why was that bitch given permission to stay here? And why was she being guarded so closely? What was so special about that bitch? She looked stupid and Bella felt a strong urge...