Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the character. What I do own is a rampant imagination, and a short attention span.

Hello all! First of all...I know I don't need to take on another project but this has been nagging me for WEEKS.

I can't focus on anything else until I get this out! It's like an impending orgasm. *huffs*

So without further or due, please enjoy and I'll see you at the bottom.

Prologue takes place in the future BTW.

Bella

My pulse thundered in my ears and a feeling of impending doom blossomed in my stomach as I watched the exchange before me. There was Edward, the most painfully beautiful man in the world and the captor of my heart, Then, unfortunately, there was Tanya-Fucking-Denali who is without a doubt the new bane of my existence.

Her eyes flickered to my shocked face, then to the hand that sat atop the table intertwined with Edward's, then to his face that was scrunched in distaste.

I struggled to swallow the bile that had risen to the top of my throat.

I almost lost said battle when she opened her mouth, "Cozy little moment wouldn't you say Bella."

I visibly cringed at the venomous way my name rolled off her tongue and that just boosted her to continue.

"I see that you haven't dropped the bomb on him yet." She paused and tapped her lips in mock thought, "So is this what the occasion is for?"

"Wait a minute." Edward interrupted, the annoyance clear in his tone. "Tanya, first of all, how do you even know Bella? And what 'bomb' are you referring too?"

"Ohhh my sweet, sweet boy." She cooed tossing her curly strawberry blonde hair over shoulder, earning a loud groan from him. "I know Bella better than you think. Better than you even."

He paused and narrowed his eyes at me in confusion, but I was far to dumbfounded to respond. My breathing hitched in panic and I shot her a death glare, willing her to just shut the fuckup. It was a feeble attempt, and I knew I was grasping at straws.

"You see…" she trailed off picking her nails feigning indifference, "Bella here is not only a kick ass editor. No, she is even more than a flashy part time bar tender. She's also the best undiscovered actress I've ever seen. With that being said, I think you should know I paid her five grand to break your heart."

I bet into my bottom lip so hard that I tasted blood. In that short little display I learned a valuable life lesson. The letter R doesn't just stand for revenge.

No, no…it stands for way more than that. Regret. Respect. Remorse. Rage. Resentment.

I regret that crest fallen expression that I received was caused by me.

I respect that Edward didn't reach across the table and slap the hot piss out of me.

I'm remorseful that I even lowered my regard for human emotion, and stripped Edward of his.

I feel hollow at the unjustifiable rage I have towards Tanya.

And finally, I'm crushed at the fact that now all Edward will associate me with is bitter resentment.

That was the night that my life came to a screeching halt, and for once, I actually feared it was over. As if that wasn't the worst part, that was the night I realized that I was in fact in love with Edward Cullen.

So what do you think? Should I continue? Should I scrap it and start over? You decide!

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