A Deceitful Poison Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

A/N: I do not own twilight. Only the plot belongs to me.

BPOV

Tick…

The soft echo of the time slipping farther away and the dull thud of my own dead heart was the only sound my chaotic mind was able to grasp in the colossal room with four wooden chairs occupied by the people who sat there witnessing the carnage and ruthless massacre of my hopes, dreams, love, happiness and life. My eyes repudiated from acknowledging any of the living, breathing examples of personified callousness, finding solace instead in staring out the wrecked glass of the window to admire the busy street and oblivious people chattering and engaging themselves in tedious day to day activities.

Tick…

My mind tuned out the staid discussion taking place in the room, most probably the discussion which could affect my life in the most devastating way, but I opted to drown out the monotonous muttering in the background anyway. I guess I should be scared at my absolute distraught state. It was as if my world has collapsed, killing every spark of hope and every speck of life with it. I felt dead inside. A numb sensation which was the ramification of constant agony and hopelessness that dominated my heart every second was the only emotion I was capable of recognizing at this horrid time.

Even in the midst of over consuming pain and dead emotions, I could feel his intense gaze from across the table. Still I refused to shift my attention from the scenery outside. I couldn't look at his face. I couldn't look into his inimitable emerald green orbs. Not now. I would fall apart. I would lose the last shred of my carefully crafted composure.

"…And my client is ready to give 50% of his monthly earnings as-" at the insinuation of my soon to be ex-husband's attorney my head snapped to my own attorney, Felix as I gave him a pointed look.

Felix hesitated for a moment, giving me a look of uncertainty, but when he saw my stare turn into a glare, he finally conceded.

"Um, my client refuses to accept any of the money that Mr. Cullen has to offer, so…that won't be a problem. Now, proceeding ahead - "

"Bella…" The soft whisper of his distraught voice interrupted Felix from proceeding further. A shuddering breath escaped me as my eyes shifted to the source of the voice on their own accord. Seeing his shattered form caused my heart to constrict, once again, in intense pain. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears, his hands shaking uncontrollably, his eyes were overshadowed with heavy bags and dark circles due to lack of sleep and his face, the epitome of guilt, shame and unrestricted anguish.

But no regret…

There was never a sign of regret, an indication that while he despised the situation we were in, he would not change it. Because for him, I wasn't the most important thing. For him, I wasn't the first priority. While he loved me enough to mourn the loss of the blissful time we spent together, it wasn't enough for him to want me back in his life over the success and dreams he is so desperately seeking.

As soon as that thought tarnished my silent musings, I was once again bombarded with the hideous memory of the fateful night when it all came to an end…

~FLASHBACK~

"Stop it Bella! I can't do this anymore. I've explained this to you time and time again, and yet here you are, bringing it up again. I thought you were supposed to support me!" Edward shouted on top of his lungs in the small room of our apartment building. His face was an amalgamation of unconditional fury and pure disgust as his green eyes burned holes in my already wounded soul.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I spat with equivalent resentment. "I've supported you in every way I possibly can, so stop throwing it in my face. All I want to know is why her? Why the fuck is she so important?"

"Seriously? This again? What is your problem with her, Bella? Tanya's my goddamn agent and she's exceptionally good at her job! I need her! She's the reason I have accomplished the little success that I have, and you're asking me to just throw that all away? Only because you can't keep your redundant paranoia to yourself?" he yelled.

I was seething, my eyes automatically staining with angry tears.

Why wouldn't he believe me? Why would he trust her more than his wife? I have been witness to the horrendous schemes that her evil mind plots. I have heard her gloat about my husband's intimacy with her. I have listened to her brag about how she will make sure to snatch away my love from me. And yet, Edward remains firm with the fake image he has of her.

Before I could even form a coherent sentence to rebuke, I saw him shake his head in defeat and anguish as a few tears blemished his unusually pale face.

"I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. Tanya was right." He murmured almost inaudibly to himself as he flopped down on our bed and dropped his face in his hands, his posture symbolizing defeat.

"Right about what?" I could hear the dread in my own voice as I asked the question.

"About you! About us, Bella!" he replied, his voice rising an octave as he looked up at me again. "She was right when she said that our relationship is the main barrier between me and my success. I didn't want to believe her. I fought with her when she suggested that I break up with you. I was so sure I could make it work, sosure that I could make you see how important this is for me. But look at us. We are constantly fighting, always blaming and hurting each other. This is getting out of hand. I don't even know how to handle this situation anymore. I've tried everything, Bella. Every. Single. Thing. But I'm beyond tired now. I just…I give up."

I felt all the color drain out of my face as I stood their shock still, staring in the pain filled eyes of the man who means the world to me. His words stabbed me to the deepest core of my heart and I felt the unrelenting pain tear through my chest as all my pent up emotions came bleeding out of my heart.

"N-No…" my voice was trembling as I spoke, my face a replica of my annihilated heart. "Don't do this, Edward. This is what she wants. You can't -"

"Don't" he whispered, his eyes shutting tightly. "Just don't…I'm sorry…"

And with that, he left the room, he left the house…he left me…

END OF FLASHBACK~

As soon as I felt my eyes stinging with unwelcomed tears, I snapped my head in the direction of the tattered window pane and tried my best to regain my faux visage of indifference. The proceeding went uninterrupted after that. After months of trial, it was finally coming to an end. Tanya would be ecstatic.

I have been preparing myself for this day from a long time. But the moment those noxious words left Felix's mouth, I realized just how unprepared I actually was…

"Alright, everything has been taken care of…you both are officially divorced now."

It was like a snake had bit into my most tender skin, the sting too hard to bear. Faster than I thought possible, I bolted out of my chair and ran from the nightmarish room and into the busy traffic of New York City. I could hear Edward's agonized cries as he called out my name, following me out of the building, but I didn't stop. Without hesitating or looking back, I started my car and drove away, merging with the common crowd.

The soft tune of my ringtone alerted me to an incoming call. A swift glance at the screen told me it was my friend, Alice. I ignored it. I was in no state to have a conversation with her or with anyone for that matter. I just wanted to be left alone, far away from every living being, in my own pool of embodied misery and cry my heart out. I kept driving, running as far as I can, and finally found myself approaching a small motel just outside of the city. Darkness had engulfed the jovial rays of sun, encapsulating the milieu in its murky veil. My cell was continuously buzzing with calls from the people who cared. I checked the missed calls and noticed Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Jacob and Rosalie's names several times. There were also text messages from each. But one name made my heart skip a beat.

Edward.

I clicked on Alice's name and send her a quick SMS, assuring her not to worry and that I'll contact her tomorrow. With that I switched off my cell phone and made my way inside the motel. I was sure I looked a complete mess. My suspicion was confirmed when the receptionist gave me a concerned look and asked if I was alright. I just gave a dismissive nod and took the keys to my appointed room.

After locking the door to my suit, I plopped down on the bed and let the concealed emotions pour through me in form of wet droplets of liquid crystals tainting the pillow which supported my heavily aching head.

He's gone…

Forever…

He'll be with someone else, probably Tanya. He wouldn't care if it killed me.

I'm alone…all alone…

A/N: Read and review plz.