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Story notes: This is the reworked and updated version. I have also teamed up with PTB to make this story the best it can be. Edward will be an a** at times. We will hate him at times, but in the end we should all love him. The beginning of the story will hold some mystery but all answers will come. Rated for language, adult themes, and lemons. I do not own twilight
I HIRED MY HUSBAND AN ESCORT
Chapter 1
Mrs. Cullen's POV
I first met my husband when I was 16. We were still in high school, but I knew, even then, that he was the man I would marry and grow old with. I was in luck too because my family loved him from the first time they met him. They were always interested in him and his family and supported our relationship from the beginning. He was my first of many things, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first lover. He was, and still is, my husband, my best friend.
We first made love the night of high school graduation, and the day we graduated college was the day he proposed to me. It was perfect. He was on one knee, we were surrounded by roses, and he pledged his love to me. One year later, we were married. I have been Mrs. Edward Cullen for almost four years now.
Edward works long hours as a surgeon at the hospital; at 26, he is one of, if not, the youngest. He busted his ass and doubled, sometimes tripled, his class loads to get where he is today. I spend my days planning weddings. Some days we don't get to see much of each other, but we find a way to make it work.
Life is perfect. Or at least it was. Edward has changed over the last few months. Do you know what it's like to feel distant from the one man that vowed to love you no matter what? Well I do, and it sucks. I feel lost and alone. No matter how much I reach out to him, I fail. It feels like your senior year of high school when you find out your best friend since first grade has to move to another country. It hurts.
He is distant, unattached, and I have no clue why. Some days we're okay; I have a real smile on my face, and not the fake one I show the world I feel whole and complete. I do not need to air my dirty laundry to others, and in my line of work I need to be happy. I mean I do plan weddings every day.
Some days, I begin to think we may be back on track. It doesn't last. Soon, I go back to feeling empty inside; empty and alone. I love my husband deeply. Sadly though, I know that he is no longer in love with me.
This is the story of what happened when I decided to hire my husband an escort.
