AN: I just have to write this story and I have to write it now. If you've read my stories then you already know these characters. Charles is Bella's husband and Aaron is his best friend. It's a while after New moon.

Prologue

APV

I walked into the house. I couldn't see Isabella, I couldn't see Charles either. God, they'd better not be having sex. I checked his office just to be sure that he was available. He was sitting at his desk listening to Dolly Parton. Dolly Parton! The man hated country music. I would think was Isabella's doing but she hated music in general.

"What the Fuck are you doing?" I asked him.

"It's not what I'm doing," he shook his head looking at the desk.

I just knew this was her doing, her malice.

"She's leaving me," his voice shook.

"Um, where is she going?" I didn't get what he was talking about.

"I didn't say she was leaving Aaron. I said she was leaving me." I looked at him and saw the tears falling. Charles didn't cry. He actually had to go to therapy for this reason but tonight he was crying. I didn't know what to say. I just sat in the chair opposite him and listened to the song. It was fitting.

You say tomorrow you're going

It's so hard for me to believe.

I'm making plans for the mourning.

Coz you're making plans to leave.

The tears for me will be falling

Like a tree shedding its leaves.

I'm making plans for the teardrops

Coz you're making plans to leave.

You're making plans to forget me

I'm making plans to miss you

I'm getting ready to grieve

I'm making plans to be lonesome

Coz you're making plans to leave.

"Aren't you happy?" he asked me through hysterical laughter.

"No," I could hear my own voice shake for his heartache.

"I know you didn't like her," he nodded in agreement with his own statement.

"And you know that I love you," I reminded him.

"Aaron," he stopped sobbing and looked at me, "I love you. You are like a brother to me but I cannot tell you how much I would give to hear her say those words."

"Then stop her," I said angrily. I did not like Isabella, no one did, but Charles loved her and his heart was breaking because of her.

"Too much has been said and done," he said in a foreign voice. "That's actually what she said, you know? She said that too much had been said and done. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back."

"I'm sorry," I told him earnestly.

"Are you really?" for the first time that night, he looked me in the eye.

"Yes," I responded, "I may not have liked her but I know she meant the world to you," As I said this it dawned on me how true it was. "What should I do?" I asked him because I honestly didn't know what to do. I had never seen him so heartbroken.

"Come lie with me," he walked out the door. I thought he was going to bed but he went to her office. He lay down under her desk. He'd told me that she did this. He didn't know why. I didn't ask him why he did it now. We lay on our backs under the desk and saw an inscription.

Teach us to feel and not to feel. Teach us to be still. He started laughing. I could tell it wasn't because he thought it was funny. I'm guessing it was because of the irony. He'd started feeling because of her but now he couldn't stop.

"Do you think a billion will be enough?" he asked me after a long silence.

"What?" I could usually figure out what he meant, even when other people couldn't but now I was lost.

"For her to live on," he said. He saw that I was confused when I didn't say anything. "Is a billion dollars enough for her to live on?" he elaborated.

"The woman wears twenty dollar shoes," I said before I could help it, "She'll be okay," I touched his shoulder. He started sobbing. It was painful to listen to. His heaves were so high pitched they sound like screams. Charles never wanted to part with his money, especially to a woman who was walking out the door but he wanted to give Isabella an eighth of his net worth.

"There's so much I should have done differently," he laughed and cried. I just held on to him. I drug him out from under her desk.

"You're going to be okay," I tried to convince him, "I'm not saying it won't hurt. I'm not saying you'll forget her," I wasn't even sure he could even get over her but I didn't want to say that, "But you'll okay." He nodded his head into my chest. We spent the night on the floor. In the morning I called his lawyer to draw up the papers. Joint custody and a billion dollar settlement. He threw himself into his work. He didn't even go home that night. I delivered the papers to Isabella. I was angry at her but I couldn't make her love him.

"It's a good deal," I told her with unrestrained hostility.

"It's ridiculous," she shook her head, "But I'll take it."

She signed the papers and just like that, it was over.

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