Disclaimer-I do not own Twilight. This story will have sex, possible drug use and foul language. Read at your own risk. This is an Edward/Bell fic but it will take a chapter or two to get there.

Chapter 1—Broken

Six-o-clock. It was later then when I had originally wanted to leave but I still could surprise James. He didn't expect me home till after midnight but I was going to hold off on some of the things so I could hurry home. We had gone almost two weeks without saying more than "Hello" to each other since we were both swamped with work. My business had finally started to pick up over the last year and now I was doing two to three shoots a week. Then there was editing and meetings. James had a demanding case at the firm, some environmental deal that kept him at the office till the early morning hours most nights. I only saw him for a few minutes each morning as he came into the kitchen and I exited the apartment.

I cleaned up from today's shoot tossing a forgotten pair of underwear into the trash. Occupational hazard seeing as I spent most of my days shooting the naked form of random women and the occasional man. I hadn't ever thought I would be that kind of photographer but the money was good and most of the clients were nice. I had been photographing small weddings but when Laurent, a friend of James, asked me to shoot some of his models I had agreed. At first it was awkward but after a few shoots it became normal and the money was too good to pass up. I now did everything from Suicide Girl shoots, boudoir pictures with housewives and of course since this was Los Angeles I had at least one shoot a week from some wannabe model, actress or singer.

After making sure my cameras were put up and there were no more stray pairs of panties lying anywhere I called it quits.

After locking up and walked down the street to our favorite pizza place. I ordered and scrolled through my phone answering emails. I had no shoots scheduled since the day after tomorrow I would be in Forks, Washington for a week for my father's wedding. Finally after nine years my dad, Charlie, and Sue Clearwater were tying the knot. I was happy for them and truth be told I was excited about seeing some of my old friends and showing James where I had grown up.

The teenager behind the counter called my name and I paid for the two pies, making sure to throw a few extra bucks in the tips jar. I was starving and the smell of melted cheese and sausage wafted through the cab on my way home.

I wondered if James was stuck working late because even from the street I could see that there were no lights on in the apartment. I waved hello to the door guy and got in the elevator. I balanced the pizzas in one hand and reached for my keys with another. Walking to our door I could hear the faint wails of Jewel. Since when did James listen to her? Still balancing the pizzas I jammed my keys in the lock and pushed the door open with my shoulder. Somehow I managed not to drop the food when I turned on the light.

Oh hell no.

"Ooh James. Harder."

I heard him grunt in response and I wanted to puke.

Both of them were too involved with each other to notice that I had opened the door. I cleared my throat loudly. They both turned towards the door and James dropped the red headed skank to the floor mid-thrust. She yelped in pain and shifted her gaze between James and me. The boxes in my hand fell to the floor and picked up the vase that sat on the entry table.

Vase from Italy- Seven hundred dollars

Chucking said vase at your slimy boyfriend- priceless.

I threw the vase in James direction and felt a sickening sense of satisfaction when it met his leg.

"Fuck Bella. Stop!"

"Stop what James? Get her the fuck out before I force her out."

I didn't need to say it again because the girl grabbed her clothes and was out the door leaving me alone with James.

"You're a fucking prick. How could you do this? In our house, where we sleep? How long have you been fucking her?" I spit the words out like they were poison. He was buttoning up his jeans looking panicked. Good. I crossed my arms over my chest. I felt violated, hurt, sad and angry. That was supposed to be me against that wall, not her. Did she work in his office? Is she the big project he had at the firm?

"Was she good James? I sure hope she was worth it."

"You haven't been around. What did you expect me to do?"

"What did I expect? Are you fucking kidding me? I expected you to be faithful not go screwing the first two bit whore that was willing to spread em for you."

James came closer to me until I could feel his breath on my face. I pushed him back when he tried to rub my shoulders.

"How long have you been screwing her?" I asked him again. Desperate for the answer for reasons I didn't know.

"I can change baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I hated how he was pleading and I hated the fact that he wouldn't tell me how long this had been going on even more. I doubted he could change. What was that saying about a leopard? It never changes its spots. I had loved him for the last four years. For those four years I had poured my heart and soul into him. Aware of him in what I thought was every possible way. I was wrong. I kept the tears that were threatening at bay and looked him straight in the eye.

"Get out. I'm leaving for Washington tomorrow and you can come back and get your things then. I'll call a realtor and we can split what we make off the apartment or you can buy out my half."

"Baby, please. Just listen to me."

I ignored him and walked into the kitchen. He was still standing in the living room. "Five minutes James. If you not gone by then I swear to all that is holy I'll aim for your head instead of your leg."

I watched as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He looked to me once more and muttered "bitch" so low I could barely make it out before the door slammed behind him.

Fuck him. I didn't need him. I shut the stereo off wanting nothing but silence to drown my misery. Never had I thought James would cheat on me. He had always been loving and attentive. When my girlfriends would bitch about random calls and late nights out I would always smile to myself. That was something I didn't have to worry about. How naïve I was.

I didn't consider myself stupid. At the moment though I felt like I had bought ocean front property in Arizona. I should call Angela but I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I didn't bother shutting off the light; I just made my way over to the couch and cried into the cushion.

Everything was broken.