So, this is new. An Edward/Bella fic of mine that ISN'T a lemon. This is something that's been floating around in my mind for a while so I really hope you enjoy it! If u do, please be sure to let me know so I'll post the next chapter as quickly as possible, okay, enjoy! Oh, and please trust me when I say I would never allow Edward to do anything as unforgivable as cheating xD


A slammed door. A yell. A sigh. They were they only noises that seemed to exist in their home anymore .

"I just don't see how you could dump this on me now," Edward Cullen exclaimed, storming into the living room, his wife following close behind him. "We decided not to when we got married and now you've changed you're mind? Just like that?"

Bella Cullen huffed an angry breath. "You know I was never decided! The one that was so dead-set against it was you, not me!"

He threw his arms into the air in frustration, "Well, how the Hell am I supposed to keep up with your hair-brained patterns? If it wasn't for me we wouldn't even be married right now!" Bella's tendency to be indecisive was something he'd noticed from the start; and he, being the type of person that had always known exactly what he wanted, found it beyond annoying. "For God's sake, you wouldn't be able to make a decision to save your own life!"

Her eyes now pooling with tears, she yelled angrily, "Well, I would at least expect you to try to hear me out, instead of being the jackass that you're acting like!"

He flopped onto the couch in the middle of the room, now exhausted in every meaning of the word. "I wish I never married you." His words hadn't been anywhere near a yell, but they silenced the room immediately anyway.

He watched as Bella tore up the stairs, cheeks wet and her face a blotchy red. He buried his head in his hands at the moment she slammed their bedroom door. Minutes later, he lay on the couch – where he would be spending the night – and listened to his wife's choked sobs. He tried to feel remorse for upsetting her so much, but couldn't quite find it in himself to care. It wasn't as if a simple apology would fix everything anyway. She could cry all she wanted; he refused to give in to her. He would have to agree with her to make her happy, and he would end up miserable.

Somehow, after everything that had happened, he was able to drift off to sleep.


Something was...off.

The silk sheets around him were comfortable, but his bed didn't have silk sheets. And the pillows near his head didn't smell like his wife's strawberry shampoo. Eyes still closed, he reached out to her. Her side of the bed was cold, as if she hadn't slept there at all. Even in his half-asleep daze, his brow furrowed in confusion. Where was Bella?

His eyes fluttered open, cautious of the morning sun shining through the window. And he almost screamed.

This wasn't his bed! It wasn't even his bedroom! His hands automatically went to his hair, his movements frantic. "What the fu- "

"Do you always wake up cursing?"

He spun in place toward the voice, only to see a small woman perched at the edge of the bed, her head cocked to the side.

He panicked at the sight of her. Oh God. I've cheated on Bella. The bile rising in his throat burned. Did I get drunk last night? He didn't think he was capable of cheating, under any circumstances; but the evidence that he was stared him in the face, a curious look in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" The dark-haired woman asked, concerned. Judging by the look on his face, he was a moment away from a heart attack.

"What happened?" It was a choked question; one that she didn't quite know how to answer.

"Relax," she said, attempting to soothe him instead. "I'm Alice."

Alice. The word sent a sudden shock through him. He hadn't thought that name in years, maybe a decade. "I had a sister named Alice," he recalled out loud, lost in almost-memories.

A 'v' formed between the girl's eyes, "What happened to her?"

"She and my parents died in a car crash when I was little," he replied absently, not wanting to think about them.

She nodded sympathetically at him, picking at a strand of her spiky black hair.

"What have I done?" Edward groaned, anguished. How could he do this to himself, to Bella? She would never forgive him for this, never.

Alice stared at him, confused. "But I thought this was what you wanted..." Was I the one to make a move on her? Had he picked her up in a bar, on the street? He couldn't remember, for the life of him he couldn't remember at all.

She sighed at him, frustrated, pouting childishly. "You said you'd wished you'd never married Bella! You wished it, I granted it; what's the problem?" She cried, her previously happy mood of accomplishment having faded.

His mind was twisting; was this a dream, some kind of nightmare? He looked at the woman smiling at him again, one he was sure now he'd never touched romantically in his life.

What have I done?


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- Ashley