A/N Hey! So this is a brand new story of mine! Please review :D The sooner you review the sooner I will update! Please everyone who reads this give me some feedback! It really does help!

BPOV

Every single day when I wake up I wonder why and what. What I did to make Edward leave me five years ago and never come back and why. Why can't I stop engrossing him in my every thought? Why he can't seem to let me live my life even though he's not part of it anymore. Why does it feel like he still has my heart and that is preventing me from ever entrusting it with anyone else ever again. And most importantly, why do I still love him?

Ever since Edward left five years ago, I've spent every single moment of my life creating the life that I live now. The life that doesn't include him. The life that does not, and will never feel complete again. I have worked so hard to get to where I am today. I Isabella Brandon am a 23 year old success. I work for the top wedding planning agency "Devotion" based in New York city. I am married to a Wall Street Broker, Kurt Brandon. Yes, I am married. I am happy. I am in lov-..I am happy. I mean, Kurt is a sweet handsome guy. Sure he is really busy most of the time, but he is nice. Yes, that is all that matters. I mean, does it really matter that on our wedding day I closed my eyes and pretended I was marrying Edward. No, because the point is I married him, and I am happy. I repeat I am happy-

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my secretary Jessica.

"Pardon me Mrs. Brandon. You have a call on line 3. It is the Weathertons again. The Bride is really freaking out about the cake. She said she wanted peonies, but instead there are roses."

Great, this lady is the bridezilla of all bridezilla. The only reason I was taking her as my client was because I would get a huge commission.

"Thank you Jessica. I will take her. Also, could you Phone Giselle and see how the centre pieces are coming along for the Hunter wedding. Thank you." I said, and then I looked at her and raised my eyebrows when she didn't instantly leave. This made her scurry and leave. I manually grabbed the phone off of my expensive white desk. My whole office was huge. Well, considering I was one of the highest grossing agents in the whole company I had a top floor office. It was huge, bright and decorated with beautiful pastel colours. I had a pretty basic set up, a large solid wood desk with two custom chairs. Simple but elegant.

I lifted the phone receiver to my ear and pressed line 3. Instantly I heard Michelle Weatherton screech in panic on the other end of the line. My system was that I would let the bride freak out, maybe shed the odd tear. Then once they finished their rant I would tell them my plan to save everything, even though I knew how to fix it at the very beginning. You need to let these brides vent, they are very emotional.

Then just on cue, I heard Michelle snuffle and say "Isabella, fix it!"

As I calmly spoke about the easy solution to the problem. My mind began to wander. I was reminded as I heard Michelle say my name. Isabella. I was never called Bella after he left. The name burnt a whole in my heart every time I heard it. The name did not sound the same unless it was coming off of Edwards tongue. So, I switched to Isabella. Ever since then, I've realized that I've become a cold heartless bitch. I mean, my husband was a Wall Street Broker for heaven's sake. I've never been in love since Edward. Well I'm married to Kurt. That's different.

As I finished comforting Michelle I could hear her praise on the other end of the line. It made me happy to be able to help these brides have as little stress as possible when getting married. As I said goodbye a thought donned on me.

It's kind of ironic. I help people create a ceremony to represent their love for each other for the rest of their life. Meanwhile, my love life is hopeless. I'm married to some Wall Street Broker, still hopelessly in love with…him.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I'm pathetic. He's gone forever. He might as well be dead to me. He is never coming back. I've waited five years of my life.

As I wipe the tear from my cheek I vow to myself.

This will be the last tear I shed for Edward Cullen.

I am a successful woman, married to a handsome Wall Street Broker. I have a huge penthouse with all the clothing I could possibly imagine. I am a success and I love my life. I don't need Edward to make me complete. My life is already perfect. I do not need him anymore. He is nothing but a beautiful memory. That's all he'll ever be.

Just then Jessica knocked on my door. Me, having my positive new attitude said "Come in" very cheerfully.

Jessica smiled, obviously surprised by my sudden change in attitude.

"Well Mrs. Brandon, I just wanted to let you know that you're 3 o'clock appointment is here for a consultation meeting."

"Wonderful!" I said feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. God I love my job. "Send them in!"

"Ok! Will do!" Said Jessica, just as she was about to turn and close the door I remembered I should have some basic information about my clients.

"Oh and Jessica! What is the name of the couple?" I asked, thrilled to meet my new job.

"Oh yes. How silly of me to forget." She said, fake slapping her forehead like what she forgot was totally obvious.

"Yes, they're Tanya Denali and Edward Cullen." She said smiling.

My smile dropped. I froze. My heart broke again.

Fuck.

A/N …CLIFFHANGER! Don't worry I will update soon! …If I get some reviews!