Thanks be to EBT and Khar.
"Bella, I‒"
"No. You don't get to sit here and tell me how sorry you are. You don't get to fuck my boyfriend behind my back for a year and tell me anything. Not a word."
The volume of her voice is the same, but the hostility in it is rising.
"Nothing you can say will ever make this right. It doesn't matter how much you love him or how much you regret it or any other lame excuse or explanation you have in you."
She takes a step back, a step away from me.
And I know that this is it. This is the end.
"You want Edward so badly? Keep him. I'm done with you both."