Bella heard movement from the other side of the bay and made her way around the jacked up golf cart just as he crawled out from under it. "Yeah, well I decided not to listen to you," she said, trying to match the cold tone of his voice. She hated fighting with him, but this wasn't just something she could forget about. Everything about it made her feel sick, most of all the way she was reacting. But she couldn't help it. She felt like her whole world was crashing down all over again.
"You knew about this?" she interrogated, moving to stand just a foot away from him, looking up into his dark brown eyes, almost the same shade as her own. "This is why you had the imprint blocked." And he hadn't even done it for her! It had taken some stupid little she-wolf to make him realise he wanted that control.
Bella mentally chastised herself for thinking badly of Leah. None of this was her fault, she just felt hurt that she wasn't important enough to Jake for him to want to choose her over her daughter.
She looked away from him, unable to look into those eyes any more. He was angry at her, and rightly so. Her own eyes filled with tears, her own anger bubbling over. It was so inconvenient; crying every time she got angry, but her tear ducts just seemed to act of their own accord.
"Why her?" she said bitterly. When she'd read the book, once she was over the shock of the fact that she'd actually given birth to a child Alien-style, she'd started to warm to Renesmee. But then had come the news about Jacob and any spark of fondness she'd felt had been stifled. Jake was hers! He loved her. He'd said it enough in the books, at least. "Why did it have to be her?"