SUMMARY: Edward is in the army and Bella can't handle him being away anymore so she files for divorce. What happens when Edward meets one of his kids in a coffee store 14 years later? Will it be too late?

PROLOGUE

BPOV

My husband was finally coming home today…Edward is in the army. We got married straight out of high school and we are now both 28 years old and have 5 kids.

He joined the army after our wedding. I thought I can live with it but I can't.

I can't answer all the questions from our children about why daddy isn't there. I can't spend every moment of my life wondering if he's dead or alive. I can't raise 4 children by myself. But I also can't ask him to quit his dream of serving our country. It wouldn't be right.

That is why I have the divorce papers ready. I'll always love him, don't get me wrong, but I think I deserve to be first in someone's life. To Edward the army is always his main priority. I don't want to be something he goes to when he can't be there anymore. And I don't want our children to feel like that either.

Instead of giving him an ultimatum-me or the army-I'm going to make the decision for him. I know that it sounds cruel but it's his dream…And he has to live his dream. Who am I to take that away from him?

Everyone has had a fairytale and met their Prince Charming. Some books just close before others.

And my children need a father figure in their lives. He can't be that from another continent. The thing I'm most upset about though is lying to him.

He won't let me go if he knows I'm still in love with him. So I have to lie to him, myself and our lawyers. I have to say the biggest lie of all.

I have to tell him that I don't love him…

3 WEEKS LATER

It's a done deal. Our divorce is finalized and he is going back to wherever he came from 3 weeks ago. I will never forgive myself for the pain that I put in his eyes when I told him.

It took my everything not to kiss him and tell him how much I love him and beg him to stay with us.

I got sole custody of the children…He got everything else. I know he would have given me the world if I asked him to but I refused. I didn't want any reminder of him. Nothing. The children are reminder enough.

Anthony is our oldest child (9 yrs old): he has his father's crazy bronze hair and crooked smile, but my chocolate brown eyes.

Marie & Andrea are twins (7 years old): Marie has my long, wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. But she has always been daddy's little girl. Andrea is a tomboy. She cut her brown hair to shoulder length and has her dad's green eyes.

Daniel is the youngest. He was conceived on Christmas Day (4 years old): He has my brown hair but it sticks everywhere like Edward's. His green eyes have some brown sparks and he can get everything he wants with that mischievous smile of his. Just like his dad.

They are the only reason that I'm living now. Oh God, if you are up there please stop me from screwing my kids up.