Bella pov "When?" I demanded through my sobs. "When did she die? What month?""April. April fifteenth."I'd been in London. Building my empire, raising Tom, surviving. And the one person who'd shown me genuine kindness, who'd looked at me like I was worth something, had died thinking I'd abandoned her too."I should have been there," I choked out. "I should have come back, should have said goodbye, should have told her.""She knew." Caleb reached across the table, and this time I didn't pull away when he took my hand. "Bella, she knew you cared about her. She told me once that you reminded her of herself when she was young, that you had the same gentle strength her husband had loved about her. She didn't blame you for leaving. She blamed me.""She should have," I said bitterly, wiping at my face with my free hand. "It was your fault.""I know." He squeezed my hand gently. "And I told her everything before she died. About the lies Richard and Jade fed me, about the fake video, about h
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