DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction contains adult content and adult language. Handles mature themes that are not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

I do not own any of the "Twilight" characters in any way. Stephenie Meyer has full credit for the creation of all characters, locations, etc.


Edward POV

I sat on the clean, white bed, watching porn. Renesmee was sleeping her room, and Bella was immersed in her hunt, a couple miles away. I was watching two men, brutally fucking on a sectional sofa. I stroked my cock, easily finding finding great pleasure in the scene. I moaned softly as the man on top, husky and muscular, came in the boy that was laying on his back. I began to stroke my dick faster, trying to catch up to the two men. I panted, rubbing my marble cock faster and faster.

"Fuck, fuck. Yeah, that's good," I groaned, sitting up and rubbing at a lightning fast speed.

I felt the cum rise up and, like a volcano, a large stream of white jizz came out of his cock. My penis turned flatulent shortly after, as I was wiping the cum off the bed. I closed the porn tab and deleted the history, and then placed the laptop on the wooden desk. I walked into the closet, that was provided by Alice last year, and changed into non-stained underwear. I then picked up a book and read it in the living room by the fire until Bella came home.

"Edward, I'm back!" Bella called, not realizing that I was in the communal front room. She was looking rough, as she always was after a hunt. Animal blood soaked into the white shirt and splattered across her jeans. It would take a while before she could be able to not get messy during a hunt.

"Hello, love," I said. I had to keep the façade of love with Bella. "How was the hunt?"

"It went well, I think," she said, migrating to the bathroom. "Gotta take a shower, though."

I rolled my eyes when she shut the door and I heard the water begin to run. Truth was, I had been gay for a long time. About six months after the marriage, I began growing to realize, I didn't enjoy women. After the years of disinterest since my change into a vampire, I had discovered that this supposed "eternal love" was just a phase after detachment from the world. I almost killed myself because of her death, an now I realize it was but a false relationship. But, yet, I have not met any men I would like to get with. But, I do know I wish I could end this act and come out with the truth. But, no, I don't want to break Bella's heart, so I keep pretending.

The water halted in the bathroom and I began to rise up and travel to the bedroom. My expected duties for every night, is to pleasure Bella with sex.

I stripped down and threw my clothes across the room, landing in the white cloths hamper. Bella come in, wrapped in a towel. Which, at the sight of me, she immediately took off to reveal her naked body. I took her in a "passionate" kiss, though I knew myself it was not a true act. We proceeded that night with love-making. I tried my best not to imagine fucking a girl, rather a man. When the sun rose, I was in haste to do anything else but stay in this bed with Bella. I mad a phony excuse for my absence and made the way out of the quaint cottage.

I wandered the forest for a while, occasionally grabbing a squirrel to feast on. The scenery was peaceful. Typical for the forests in the Olympic Peninsula, but calming. A good opportunity to clear my head.

"I have to break this off," I said to myself. "There is no way I can bear this for the rest of my eternity. But, I cannot live through the hell I would go through. But, then again, it is horrible to pretend for everyone. How would I tell them though? I shouldn't tell them anyway."

I argued with myself, eventually sitting down a damp log and pondering pros and cons. Eventually, I walked back to the house. Suddenly, and ear-piercing shriek ripped through the still morning air.

"EDWARD!" I could hear the bell tone of Bella, though extremely aggravated.

I sprinted back to the rustic cottage. Though, I was reluctant. I could just avoid the absolute torture that is awaiting me at my home. God, I just wish I could hear her thoughts, then I would know her intentions as I approached the stony house.

"Ugh..." I sighed, opening the curved door.

I saw a white flash and felt a fierce slap across my face. I turned to the direction of my attacker, to find, obviously, Bella. I could see the absolute hatred in her amber eyes. I smiled, trying to charm her into forgiving me for whatever I did.

It worked sometimes, but not this time.

"How dare you! You, you, BASTARD!" She screamed.

"Wh-What did I do, exactly?" I asked, forcing pleading into my eyes. She still would not allow her wall to come down.

Bella stormed to the bedroom, glaring at me before entering the double-doors. She came back with the silver laptop, still wearing a expression that screams "You will pay for this."

She opened the lid, pointing at the video on the screen. It was a gay porn video. Not the one from yesterday, but from a week ago. I guessed I didn't notice the entry before. Well, now it's really biting me in the ass.

"Love," I began.

"Don't you 'love' me! What the hell is this!" Tears were welling up in her eyes. I couldn't tell if they were angry, or crippled.

"I-I-I d-don't know," I stammered.

"Better come up with a good explanation fast. Or, I will destroy you," she threatened. i was taken aback the outburst.

"Bella, I, um..." I thought about what to say as I stared at her face. It portrayed a mix of fear, sadness, and desperation, behind a mask of anger. "Bella... I-I'm," I choked. "I'm gay."

Her face was wiped clean of emotion, then. Blank. Unemotional, but the subtle things in her features made it evident, she was the one who had been destroyed.

And then she exploded.

"FUCK YOU, EDWARD!" She screamed, in a desperate attempt to control the situation with her dominance. But, I felt better... somehow. I know, I know, I ruined her life, but, I finally got a weight off my chest. I weight that I really couldn't suppress much longer.

Bella stormed away, gathering things from the bedroom (and breaking a few things in the process). She angrily stuffed cloths into her suitcase, letting out a string of harsh cusses. She hurried around the room grabbing handfuls of her things. Renesmee woke in all the commotion outside her room. Bella scoffed constantly, lost in her own thoughts. I felt so bad about everything, I can't bear to be in a flimsy marriage anyway. Bella was the only one who was benefiting from this relationship.

In the end, Bella took all her things and Renesmee. She left me with my mother's ring that I proposed to her with and left. I learned, later, she and Renesmee moved to New Hampshire.

I finally free of my biggest secret.