A/N this was a little Oneshot I had milling around. Hope you like it.

BTW I own nothing

EDIT: Question at the end...

It was Edward's 26th birthday today and she had baked him a cake. She could never get the hang of baking whenever her mom tried to teach her when she was younger. She always ended up dropping the bowls or slipping with the sugar on the tiled kitchen floor. Her mother used to call her 'Butter fingers.' But somehow over the years she had learnt and Edward could not have been more happier about it. He was always praising her on her delicious chocolate chip buns. It made her ego swell ten times in size.

But today was a special day, not only was it is birthday but they're second year anniversary.

She remembered the day they met so well. Two years ago today. She had just been in a car accident and was rushed to hospital with head injuries, her head dripping with blood. She didn't like hospitals, they had always frightened her.

But then he walked in. She remembers it clear as day. His green scrubs accentuated his body perfectly, his hair shone in the sun different types of brown and red, his bright green eyes were locked on hers in a smouldering gaze. She remembered not being able to form a coherent word as he asked her how she felt. All she remembers mumbling was that her head felt uncomfortable with the blood on it. He just smiled and told her it was hardly noticeable with her hair.

She had always been a forward person before that meeting, but something about him knocked her for six. But to her surprise he came to her first. Running a hand through his hair he asked her if she wanted to go for some dinner sometime, of course when her head healed. The doctor in him.

She told him she would love to and the rest was history. She moved into his apartment six months ago, finally taking another step in their relationship. All she was left waiting for now was a ring on her left finger.

Glancing at the clock she realised it was nearly time for him to arrive home. She placed the cake on the table and readjusted her black dress, making sure everything was perfect. Walking to the stereo she put in a CD- Edward's favourite. The sound of Debussy caressed her ears and she sighed in contentment.

The sound of keys jingling by the door gained her attention. There stood her hero, her love, her life.

Edward pulled once side of his mouth up into a sexy crooked grin "To what do I owe the pleasure of all this" he gestured around at the cake, the candlelit table and finally at her.

"Well, it's not every day my man turns 26 now is it?" she said walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Edward hummed and leaned his face into her neck breathing deeply "Vanilla, I love that smell, almost as much as strawberries" he said against her neck causing her to giggle when his stubble tickled her chin.

He leaned up kissing her deeply, both hands on the side of her face. Pulling back he murmured against her lips "What you laughing at?"

"Nothing" she smiled back putting her arms round his neck. "I'm just so happy"

He kissed her again then said "Me too."

They ate their meal together exchanging what they did that day, like they usually did. Apparently Edward had to deal with an Alzheimer's patient who believed he was being watched by aliens from his hospital bed. When he told her this she really wanted to laugh, but knew that Edward took his job very seriously and would be offended if she found something like that humorous.

After dinner, they ate her cake. Once again Edward moaned and groaned about how unfair it was that her baking was so delicious. Apparently he wasn't impressed with the fact that he could gain 2 stone from her cakes alone. She suggested passing some cake onto Emmett, she was sure he would appreciate it. The last time he and Rose had come round he had been discussing gaining more weight to gain muscle.

Once half the cake was eaten and half was wrapped in cling film on the side ready to be delivered tomorrow to Emmett. Edward insisted they did the dishes together, no matter how much she protested. She was glad she didn't though. Edward playfully started a water fight, drenching her new black dress. She whined while Edward laughed at her predicament.

Oh, she would show him. She peeled of her black dress, right there in the middle of the kitchen. Edward was looking at her, mouth agape before he finally chucked the sponge back in the sink and lifted her up over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. She laughed and hit his back with no effort, he shut the door behind him with his foot as he carried them into the bedroom. Their bedroom.

That night Edward made love to her. Her toes curled at the gentle way he had stripped off her underwear. She felt almost embarrassed and ashamed at the speed she took his clothes off. But he just laughed. Edward touched and caressed every part of her that night both with his hands and his mouth. She was disappointed though when he reached over to the nightstand to get a condom. She wanted to feel all of him, she was on the pill, there was no reason not to. But he told her he would rather be safe, before joking that they could go bareback whenever she became Mrs. Cullen. Naturally all her dispute left her then.

They were usually fast in their love making. They both loved sex, but this time it was soft and slow. He entered her slowly, forehead against forehead and whispered caresses into her skin as he thrust in and out slowly. She moaned lowly, locking her hands into his perfect bronze hair.

"Edwardd..." She moaned softly. She was desperate for him to go faster, but he seemed intent on making this last all night.

When she came, it had been the most intense orgasm of her life. Edward followed soon after. Both of them were breathing deeply, bodies stuck together with sweat, hair plastered to their faces. Edward looked up and they locked eyes.

"I love you" she said.

"I love you too" he replied kissing her deeply before rolling over onto his side of the bed. Both falling into a blissful sleep.

She ran her hands through her hair as she took her last call for the day. She had gone over her work day by an hour. Great, Edward was probably at home already, cooking dinner. He was really bad at cooking. Getting in her car she drove home listening to the radio. Some presenter was talking about the effects of global warming on the ice caps. She was sure Edward would be listening to this right now, he was a nerd like that.

Pulling up in the car park outside of their apartment she noticed Edwards car was not in it's space, weird. He was usually home at 6. It was 7. She took the elevator up to their apartment on the 7th floor, musing on Edward's whereabouts. She had never taken the stairs. Ever. She wasn't worried about where Edward was. She trusted him completely; he was most likely working overtime.

She let herself into the apartment, immediately going into the kitchen to fix up some food for when Edward came home from work. She decided on fixing up some Kotlety, Edward loved these homemade meatballs she makes. The recipe had descended from generations above her.

She finished the balls and put them into the oven to cook, turning the timer on for 30 minutes. She remembered when Edward had first got that cooker, he had to teach her for up to two hours on how to turn the damned thing on. She knew how to turn it on, she was just too scared to tell him that she was afraid of breaking the knobs off his brand new oven.

Turning the TV on and picking up a magazine she had read 3 times already, she waited patiently for the cooker.

After 15 minutes of waiting the front door opened, revealing a huge smiling Edward. Automatically she got up to greet him. He hugged her tightly and lifted her up off her feet.

"Hey babe" he smiled, throwing his keys on the table behind them.

She put her finger to his mouth and asked "what are you so happy about?"

Edward looked at her fully, his smile started to drop a bit "No reason, can't I just be happy, it's a nice day" he said smiling again, gesturing out of the window behind them.

She looked outside, into the dark night and glanced at her watch "Yes, but it's 7.30pm. it's not night, it's evening honey"

Edward grinned wider "So it is."

Breaking free of her hold, he walked to the kitchen "something smells good"

"Yeah, I made Kotlety" she said leaning over the counter, biting her lip. She knew Edward loved that shit.

Edward looked at her surprised "You did? Oh my God! I love you!" he walked over to her and scooped her up into a big kiss.

She pulled back giggling "I love you too."

After, she got all the meal prepared whilst Edward watched the news. This was their routine. She would prepare the food, he would watch the news and they would barely talk until the dinner was set. She didn't mind this though. She loved just watching him casually, watching the news, at his worst. No one else saw him this unguarded other than her. She anticipated the conversation at the dinner table as he had a different story to tell about each day at work. He was entertainment with dinner.

"Babe, dinner's ready"

Edward came to the table and helped set the table. When they were settled down, she set the wheels in motion. As always.

"So how was your day at work?" she asked.

Edward stabbed a meatball on his fork "Not a lot happened today actually, well at least not at work"

"What do you mean?" she asked, so something eventful had happened before or after work.

Edward chuckled and swallowed the meatball in his mouth hard, he put the back of his hand over his mouth to cover his laugh "Oh yeah, I forgot I didn't tell you. My Volvo got bumped today, some nutty girl ran into the back of me."

She gasped, how could he have forgotten to tell her something as big as this "were you ok?"

Edward chuckled "Oh yeah, yeah. It was a tiny bump. Her, however I think she went into a state of shock that she had bumped into me."

She smiled. Edward always the doctor.

"But it was my fault anyway I was turning the track over on my radio as I got to the bend, I wasn't paying enough attention. When I looked up the car in front of me was like a meter away. I had to slam on the breaks and she just went right into the back of me" he laughed.

She didn't see what was so funny "You could have been hurt, or her"

"Calm down woman, it was nothing. The car's going in for repair tomorrow, I am not sure about her though. Her car was pretty damaged. I asked her to let me pay for it but she refused" he said shrugging.

She grinned. Her Edward always the gentleman

"But she did let me buy her a coffee, I made up that way. Starbucks." He laughed.

She nervously chuckled. He took this woman for coffee. Isn't that a date kinda thing to do.

Edward noticed her expression "Hey, I can see them wheels turning, it was nothing seriously. I felt bad so I bought her coffee. It's not like I am ever going to see her again is it?"

She smiled bigger. Yeah, nothing to worry about.

"These meatballs are delicious by the way. Anyway how was your day?" he asked smiling at her.

She sighed, this was going to be a long night.

The past couple of months had been hectic for her, Edward had been working more and more at the hospital. Apparently the road blockings on 5th were causing more accidents than preventing them. She was sat at home watching Jimmy Kimmel alone with a tub of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. Edward was not home yet and it was nearly 10 at night. She considered calling Alice or Rose to see if he was with Emmett or Jasper. But she stopped herself, when she remembered that doctor's were very busy men.

Edward had his own office now, he was earning considerable amounts of money and was wildly becoming known as the best doctor in this city. He had become more distant and tired lately. She figured it was the stress he was under now he had interns to deal with.

The sex had died down too, they used to have it routine 5 times a week, now it's only twice. Three times if she's lucky.

Earlier that day she had been talking to Alice on the phone, Alice had just found out she was pregnant. The reminder of that conversation caused something to twist in her stomach. She wanted a child. She wanted Edward's child. He would be a good father she knew it. But he still insisted on the condoms.

Maybe if they had a child it would bring them closer together again, fill up these last few months which they have virtually spent apart.

The door opens and Edward walks in, hair dishevelled. Yum.

He glances at her and weakly smiles "Hey"

She gets up and walks to him wrapping her arms around him "There's some casserole in the fridge"

"Thanks" he mutters breaking out of her hold and walking over to the fridge. He pulls the door open and glances at the casserole briefly before pulling it out. Almost in robotic movements.

She leans against the counter next to him "So how was work?"

"Same" he mumbles putting the casserole in the microwave. She watches him as he watches the microwave. They don't even have time to sit at the dinner table anymore.

"You speak to Alice today?" She asked bringing up conversation. Again.

"Yeah, she rang me this morning. I'm taking it, you have talked to her seen as your asking. Great news isn't it?" he said turning to her and smiling.

"Yeah she's lucky" she whispered. Edward frowned and turned back to the microwave when it bleeped.

"Do you ever want...you know Kids?" she questioned lightly.

Edward looked at her, then averted his eyes awkwardly "someday."

She twisted her hands together in front of her "What about having a baby with me?"

Edward didn't look at her, he kept his back towards her whilst preparing his dinner "I want to get married before I have kids" he stated blandly.

"Ok, then so we will wait till we are married" she smiled walking over to him and kissing his cheek.

He turned to look at her and whispered "OK."

She turned and headed back to the living room, missing the unfathomable gaze he sent after her.

When she went to bed that night it was almost an hour before her came and joined her. She could hear him talking to somebody on the phone. It must have been Emmett telling him the score of his teams goals tonight.

He opened the door slowly leaving a crack in the door. For a second she was overcome with the urge to pretend she was asleep. But why should she? She smiled at him when his head finally poked through the door.

"I'm awake" she said.

Edward looked shocked, scared even "don't worry you didn't wake me up" she smiled.

Edward cleared his throat and mumbled "good" before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came back he slipped under the covers, back to her.

She leaned over him wrapping her arms around his torso from behind. He sighed slowly. She started to kiss his neck, all the way from his collarbone to his earlobe. He moaned.

She nibbled on his earlobe more and he turned over to face her. "Please" she whispered.

His eyes glazed over before he finally reached out and pulled her lips to his. When his lips touched hers, It was the same feeling it had been the last couple of week. Cold and distant. This didn't feel like making love anymore.

He stripped her off her nightgown quickly, pulling her legs around his waist. She followed suit because there was nothing else she could do. She pulled his t-shirt and boxers off in 10 seconds flat. They were both naked as he laid in between her thighs, roughly grabbing her legs, her arms, her hair.

She pulled his face closer to hers until he suddenly broke off. He quickly rummaged through the dresser and pulled out a foil packet. Ripping it with his teeth, he put it on quickly and thrust into her hard and fast.

She liked sex like this, but not today. Today he was emotionless and it felt like he was somewhere else. For the first time in her life with Edward she wished that it was over quickly. Obviously he did too.

But she came, and he came. They still stayed joined together afterwards. She watched as the lust slowly disappeared from his eyes. He rolled off her, put the condom in the bin and leaned over to kiss her lips.

"I love you" she whispered as he laid down next to her, eyes closed.

"Me too" he mumbled.

A week later she was getting ready for work. Edward had just come out from the shower. Pulling out a posh suit from his wardrobe.

She looked at him strangely "I thought you had the day off work?"

Edward looked at her "Errr..I do...I mean I have a few stuff to do, anyway why all the questions?"

"All the questions? It was only one, no need to get huffy" She said finishing putting her lip-gloss on.

"I'm not, sorry" he mumbled dropping the towel. She eyed him appreciatively.

Edward quickly noticed and put on his pants "Not this morning" he smiled, though it didn't reach his ears.

She pouted before walking over and opening the dresser to put her lip-gloss back, noticing there was only one foil wrapper left in the drawer. She made a mental note to buy some later. Edward would appreciate it. Giving him a kiss on his cheek she murmered "Well, I am going to work"

"Ok" he said buttoning his shirt whilst she walked to the door.

Turning round she said "I love you."

Silence.

Edward had his back to her tucking his shirt into his trousers. She masked the hurt with a joke "Hey, I said I loved you, deaf"

He turned then "Oh sorry I didn't hear" he grinned.

She left the apartment without another word.

She had worked over her dinner today, 1pm the clock said on her computer. Now she was starving. Reaching into her bag, she couldn't feel her lunch box or her purse. Great now she would have to go home to go back and get it. She had forgotten it in the events this morning.

She explained to her boss then headed home. Edward's car was still in the car park. He must not have gone out yet, or he is already back.

When she finally got into the apartment she could not see Edward anywhere. Yet his car was here.

Walking into the kitchen she saw two glasses, one was empty and one was half-full with orange juice. Next to the glasses were two plates with half eaten lasagne or something on it. Edward must have had a friend round. Emmett or Jasper maybe, then he must have gone out with them after.

Her eyes drifted to the bedroom door, it was closed. She swallowed the lump in her throat, she was being ridiculous, what was she expecting, Edward in there with a blonde tart or something.

Walking over she put her ear near the door. Nothing.

Grabbing the handle she pushed the door open. Nobody was in there. She inhaled deeply before opening her eyes wide.

That smell.

Sex.

Their bedroom smelt of Sex. It was unmistakable.

She looked at the bed, the covers were all rumpled and all over the place. Her covers.

She gasped. But, she couldn't remember if she had left the covers like that this morning. And she was sure that the smell of sex could last two days. Right. That was when they last did it.

But she knew. She knew the smell of sex could not last two days. She knew the covers were straight this morning. She always made the bed-up.

Numbly she made her way to the drawer. Still one foil packet in the drawer. Which meant one of two things. One whoever It was had brought a condom, or two he hadn't used one. She felt a punch to the gut at the thought. She scrambled over to the bin. No trace of a condom.

He didn't use one. She ran to the toilet and emptied her already empty stomach.

One hour later she was standing outside of Rosalie and Emmett's apartment. Alice and Rosalie were there. They welcomed her in and said the boys had gone for the day. She knew that didn't include her boy.

They noticed the melancholy look on her face. It was hard not to. They asked her what was wrong, rubbing her shoulders. She burst into tears.

"I think Edward is cheating on me"

Alice and Rose exchanged a look, which didn't go amiss.

"Don't be silly, Edward is not like that" Rosalie said, though her voice was strained.

"He's constantly unhappy" she voiced trembling. She didn't want to tell them about what she found today.

"He's always ecstatic when we see him" Alice mused earning a shoulder nudge from Rosalie.

"He played baseball with us all yesterday, at the park" Rose said.

She looked up "No wonder he's unhappy, you all take your men and he's all alone" She said almost to herself.

"He wasn't alone" Alice said before biting her lip.

Rosalie intervened quickly "He brought a friend from work...some intern or something" she nervously smiled.

Leaning away from the pair, tears down her eyes "Is Edward with Em and Jasper today?" she questioned.

"Yeah, they went to watch a game or something" Rose answered slapping her knee. Alice looked away.

It was in that moment she knew. She knew that Alice and Rose and even the boys all knew. Alice was his sister, she was bound to know. The baseball game yesterday, it hadn't been a friend. It was her, whoever she was. She knew, they all knew.

Standing up not a word was said as she silently left the apartment.

She loved Edward, maybe she wasn't making him happy, she was determined to make it right. Because she knew she loved him. And he loved her.

When she got home, Edward was watching the TV, he gave her a small wave. She gave one back. She walked into the bedroom to change her clothes. And as if nothing had happened, new sheets were on the bed.

Two weeks had passed since that day and she had not said a word to Edward about what she found that day, or her conversation with his sister and Rose. She suspected they had told him though as he had tried to make more of an effort to involve and talk to her. Put her off the scent. She was content with this.

She had tried to have sex in the shower with Edward this morning but he just brushed her off, claiming he was too tired. Well he does work a lot.

She made him French toast this morning and he ate it greedily, thanking her by kissing her cheek.

She made her way to the bedroom to get changed, she had yoga with Rose today. Checking the drawer, she noticed Edward had stocked up on protection again. She had the urge to throw them out of the window. If he could have sex without one with some cheap tart, he could damn well do it with her. But instead she closed the door softly.

Edward had another day off today, she was tempted to call Rose and cancel their yoga session, but where is the trust in that. She could trust Edward, he could have just slipped up that morning. That blonde over the hallway has been throwing herself at him for months, she couldn't see him having sex with her more than once.

She walked out of the bedroom, Edward was watching the news. Again.

"I'm going to yoga babe" she declared, bag in hand.

"Sure, have fun" he called from his place on the sofa.

She drove to the gym where she was meeting Rose. She went through a red light once, earning angry beeps from fellow drivers. Where is her head.

Pulling up outside the gym she saw Rose waiting. Walking over she gave Rose a hug.

"Hey girl, you okay?" she asked sweetly.

She breathed in deep and answered "Yeah, I'm fine just getting ready for yoga" she finished laughing. Rose joined in.

Together they walked into the gym. Boys were staring. It was no secret Rose was beautiful.

As they set up the yoga mats Rose asked "You and Ed ok now?"

"Yeah" was all she said back. Rose eyed her warily before her phone rang. She looked at the caller I.D with wide eyes.

Rose held up her finger and walked to the other side of the room.

"Hello"

From her yoga mat she could hear a female voice on the other side.

Rose continued "No that's fine...sure i'll ring...ok.." Rose paused then laughed, looking warily at her from the corner of her eye "Yes were still on for lunch...we will meet you there at around 5...ok...no I won't forget i'll ring...bye"

Rose came back to the mat.

"Sorry about that" she mumbled.

They did yoga for ten minutes before going for a break. Rose went to the vendors whist she went to the canteen. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes approached her.

"Hey, do you need anything?" he asked politely.

"Just a water please" she said back.

The boy held a hand out "I'm Mike by the way".

She was taken aback but smiled anyway. They talked for half an hour about everything. Cars, clothes, city living, careers. Until Rose found her.

She said goodbye and Mike reminded her that he worked there at the gym if she ever wanted to talk again. She just smiled.

After yoga, she and Rose headed outside. Rose was smashing her phone against her hand "come on!"

"What's wrong?"

Rose looked up startled "I didn't realise how low my battery was" she said before looking away sheepishly.

"Well use mine" she started to fish her phone out.

"No! No! No! Don't worry, anyway it's not really important" Rose stuttered. Somehow that was unbelievable.

As they headed to their cars, Rose looked like she was in an internal battle before finally grabbing her arm "Come to mine for a while" Rose practically yelled in her face smiling.

"I'm really tired, I am just going to head home"

"Shopping then?" Rose pleaded, looking on the blink of desperation.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Rose dropped her grip on her arm.

"Nothing, just...nothing" Rose smiled running her hand through her hair.

"No, really"

"Ok" Rose said nervously running her hands through her hair.

"Well cya"

Rose walked away without a word to her car.

On the way back home. She mused on Rose's behaviour, she had never acted like that before when they had gone to do yoga. Weird.

She pulled up outside their apartment. Somebody was already parked in her space, so she had to park in Mr. Mawegi's parking space. He was never home anyway. Yes, Edward's Volvo was in it's drive, not having moved from this morning. She took the elevator up to the 7th floor. Again.

She walked to their apartment door. Opening it up, she walked in. She gasped.

Edward was sat talking to another woman on the couch, both had mugs of coffee, she suspected, in their hands. The women had her head thrown back mid-laugh.

Both their heads shot to her in the doorway when it clicked closed. She stared at the pair. Edward's eyes were wide and the woman was looking at her, a range of emotions flashed through her eyes; contempt, anger, jealousy and finally pity.

Edward stood up, scratching the back of his head "Hey" he drawled lengthily "What you doing home?"

Her eyes shot to the girl on the couch, who was now getting up "why? Am I interrupting in my own home?"

Edward narrowed his eyes "No...Ermm this is the girl that bumped into the back of my car that time, you remember?"

She nodded.

"Well...I...urmm kinda ran into her again, I brought her here to try and convince her to let me pay for the damage, she still hasn't had it fixed" he shot out quickly.

"I doesn't matter, really Edward" the woman on the couch smiled at him "I should be going anyway" the woman awkwardly handed him her mug.

As the woman handed Edward the mug, she felt something drop in her stomach, the woman was beautiful, she knew it was her own insecurities as a woman passing through but it hurt.

The woman approached her on her way to the door, stopping before she got there, turning around and looking at Edward "See you later then"

"Yeah" Edward smiled. She observed as the pair shared a glance.

The woman passed her to get to the door, strawberry blonde passed brown, blue eyes past brown ones. Then the woman was gone.

She turned back to Edward to see him staring painfully and longingly at the door.

It was then she knew. The woman who had just been sat on her couch was her. The woman who had bumped his precious Volvo them months ago was her. The other woman.

She looked at Edward and he looked at her. She could see in his eyes that he knew that she knew.

She wanted to cry. Excusing herself to the bathroom, she closed the door before gripping the shower curtain and sliding down to the floor. Sobs racking her body.

She only heard one thing during her cry and that was Edward's angry voice floating from the kitchen.

"I thought I told you to call!"

Two days later and she and Edward haven't spoke more than 16 words. She has counted.

She starts to think that maybe it would be better for both of them if they split. He had her and she had...

As she drives home from work that day, she knows that something is different. She can feel it. But she has hope that they can work it out. She loves him.

Pulling into her usual parking space, she takes the elevator up to the apartment.

Her heart is beating wildly as she enters. Edward is sitting at the dining table staring at a mug of coffee. He looks up but doesn't smile. She walks over to him and kisses his cheek "Hello"

17 words.

His eyes are tired and he clears his throat before groggily asking "how was work?" he started the conversation. She knew something had changed.

"Boring" she replied looking at her feet.

But she has an urge, she wants to make this work. She leans forward and kisses his lips. He doesn't respond, he grabs her shoulders and tries to push her away but she throws her arms around his neck and keeps her mouth glued to his. She can feel his restraint.

She uses all her strength to pull him up from his chair and into the bedroom. He is still resisting.

He lies there with glazed eyes staring at the ceiling as she strips her own clothes off. He makes no effort to help her or even look at her.

She puts aside her shame by taking his clothes off. She is encouraged by the fact that he doesn't stop her.

When they are both naked, she reaches for the condom. But he is not hard, he hangs limp in her hand and it takes all her effort not to cry.

She whispers "please" over and over again into his navel before he finally pulls her up into a hard, unloving kiss.

He puts the condom on and pushes into her. She doesn't make a noise. She doesn't feel anything. She's numb. He looks to the side as the thrusts fast, hard but with boredom into her body.

He looks at her in the face then, still thrusting. His eyes lock on hers and she can see something in them. Guilt.

But not guilt for her, guilt for the other her.

Suddenly she feels like the Other Woman.

She forces herself to come. As soon as she did he pulls out. He didn't come.

He takes the condom off and puts it in the bin before sitting at the edge of the bed, facing away from her.

She is laid behind him naked and ashamed. She feels dirty and cheap, like a used whore. No woman should be made to feel like that.

She stares at the ceiling before asking if she can have a shower in his bathroom. It is not hers anymore.

"Of course" she hears his strained voice. Was he crying?

She wraps herself in the sheet, grabs her clothes and numbly walks to the shower. She doesn't cry as the water runs over her body, washing away the dirtiness and cheapness, washing away him.

When she is finished she gets dressed and walks out. Edward is in the exact same place she left him sat on the edge of his bed. Only now he was dressed in a white t-shirt and boxers with his head in his hands.

She just stares at him for two minutes or so before walking over the cupboard to pull out her suitcase. He looks up at the noise. There is no surprise in his face. Only tears.

She starts to pack her clothes and he makes no move to stop her. They both know it's over.

As she zips up the bag she turns to look at him.

"I'm sorry" he whispers

She bites her lip, eyes downcast and nods "Was she worth it?"

Edward looks down, eyes red and bloodshot. "I'm sorry" he whispers again.

"Do you love her?" She questions.

Edward looks her in the eyes "Yes, more than my life" He knows he owes her the truth.

She nods fighting back tears "I hope you are really happy together." She means it.

Then she picks up her bags, drops her keys next to the vase before walking out of the door for the last time.

She walks down the hallway and presses the button to the elevator, but looking to her left she sees the entrance to the stairs. This time she takes them.

She walks down dragging her bag behind her. Trying to dispel all thoughts of Edward.

She hears footsteps coming in the opposite direction. Up the stairs to her.

She swallows thickly and tries to compose herself.

As she reaches the third floor, she is met by the person coming up the stairs. And low and behold it is Her.

They stare at each other for some time.

She doesn't know whether to scratch her eyes out or get on her knees to plead that she takes care of Edward and doesn't break his heart. The woman looks like she wants to say something also.

Instead no words are spoken, they carry on moving. As she goes up, she goes down. Strawberry blonde passes brown, again. Blue eyes pass brown ones. Again.

As she carries on moving down the stairs in her heels, listening to the other woman running up, she clutches her bag tighter to her and holds her head high. Willing the tears not to fall.

She finally exit's the building, right into the path leading to the car park.

She looks to her left and sees an old red chevy truck. The front is all damaged and it's full of tiny speks of silver.

She breathes in deeply and carries on walking to her blue BMW. She straightens her red hair down as she walks without shame, because she was Tanya Denali and she knew the irony was not lost on her.

OK hands up who thought read this all in the POV of Bella. And yes it is written from Tanya POV incase you are confused :D

EDIT: alot of people have been asking me to do a BPOV/EPOV on the whole drama, so I was thinking if anyone thought that it is a good idea to get all of the characters POV on the situation? what do you think?