A/N:

Story notes: This is the reworked and updated version. I have also teamed up with PTB to make this story the best it can be. Edward will be an a** at times. We will hate him at times, but in the end we should all love him. The beginning of the story will hold some mystery but all answers will come. Rated for language, adult themes, and lemons. I do not own twilight

I HIRED MY HUSBAND AN ESCORT

Chapter 2

"Isabella, I need to tell you the truth."

"I already know the truth, Edward. I have always known the truth. I love you no matter who you are."

One Year earlier

Mrs. Cullen's POV

Edward and I have been trying to have a baby. It's what I have always wanted - to be a mother. I know it will be then, that our lives are complete. So I have it all planned out; I will stay home with the children, and Edward will continue his work at the hospital.

When we first started trying, we made love all the time and most days several times a day. I can't seem to get enough of him. He is incredibly sexy. His body is amazing, with just the right amount of muscles.

Our lives began to change six months ago, about the same time that we decided to start a family. At that point was lucky if we have sex once a week. Now I get the feeling that it's just a chore to him.

I don't feel like Edward is really here for me anymore. It feels like he is just going through the motions. The hardest thing to see is the look on his face when we are together. His eyes used to go dark with need, but now they stay green, and almost lost. I used to be able to look in his eyes while we had sex and know exactly what he was thinking and feeling. I knew this because it was what I was thinking and feeling. These nights, I fake it. I can't stand to see that look on his face. I hate feeling so alone we are so physically connected.

Tonight, I am pulling out all the stops. I put on his favorite dress – the low-cut, jet-black strapless one. I put on my favorite "fuck me" heels and even put on some jewelry. I even made his favorite dish - Tuscan Chicken and a dinner salad.

I have the whole night planned. We will have a candle lit dinner, maybe dance in the living room, and then make love all night. My period was two weeks ago and I just know that tonight is the night we will finally make our baby.

I had just finished setting the table when I looked at the clock. I had just enough time to get the plates to the table and pour the wine.

I sit at the table to wait for him; he should arrive home at six fifteen. As he is not supposed to work late tonight. At seven, I call him, only to get his voicemail. At eight I eat, alone. By nine, I am clearing the table and wiping the tears from my eyes. I wake at eleven to the sound of the front door opening. I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep.

Edward tells me that he'd had to work late, that he ate dinner at the hospital, and that he just wants to go to bed.

When I feel the bed dip beside me, I roll over to him and run my hands over his chest. He grabs my hand, and pulls it to his mouth. He places a soft kiss on my palm, as he tells me goodnight. He removes my hand from his body and rolls away from me. I'm left lying there confused.

Edward has never pulled away from my affection before - not once.

I woke up this morning not to the kisses and touches of my husband, but to the loud beeping sound of my alarm clock. I roll over to snuggle with Edward, hoping he will make the noise stop, only to find that his side of the bed is cold and empty. I shut off the alarm clock and head to the shower. After my shower, I get dressed, and begin to get ready for my day.

On the way to the car, I grab my cell phone and call Edward. I need to hear his voice and know that we were OK.

"Hey, baby. I missed you this morning," I said when he answered.

"Not a good time. I have surgery in ten minutes and rounds after that. I'll call you later."

I stopped walking, as I heard the beeping sound in my ear signaling that he had hung up already. I was hurt and confused. He always found time to talk to me, even if it was to tell me he loved me. He has never ended a call this way. My hurt turns into anger. I don't know what his problem is lately, but this is not my fault and I don't deserve it. I almost call him back, instead I kick my tire in frustration, and get into the car, I needed to get to work.

"Morning, Mrs. Cullen. I left your messages on your desk. Miss Stanley is also here waiting for you. Should I send her in?" my secretary asked.

I am still in the process of planning my best friend Jessica's wedding to Mike Newton. Jess and I have been friends since our freshman year of high school. I'm so happy that she and Mike are finally making it official. I'm truly happy for her, no matter what is going on in my own life.

"Give me five minutes, and then send her in. Thank you, Lauren."

I sat at my desk and quickly read through my messages. It seems that I had two more brides that want me to plan their weddings. This is good. I don't need the money, as Edward and I have always been well off - but the work would be a welcome distraction. I was hoping to see a message from Edward but was disappointed when there was none. I couldn't help the frown that appeared on my face.

I grab Jessica's file out of my bag and wait for her to come into the office. A few minutes later, there is a soft knock on my door. When it opens, I rise from my desk to greet her with a hug.

"Jessica, how are you? Are you getting excited? The wedding is only two weeks away."

"I am. I can't wait. I will finally be his wife. How is Edward? Still working the long hours?" My body stiffens at the sound of his name.

She must have noticed the change in my expression. She reaches for my hand and pulls me to sit on the couch with her.

"Talk to me. What's bothering you?"

I sit down and pull my knees up, tucking my feet in behind me. Jessica and I often talk about fights and what not, but this was not our normal argument about who left the dirty dishes.

"I don't know, Jess. Things have been different, and not for the better. You know that we have been trying for so long now, to have a baby. I think the stress may be getting to me, to us. I made a special dinner last night and had the entire evening planned. I was hoping that it would be the night, you know, we could finally get pregnant. He was supposed to be home by six fifteen. He didn't come home until about eleven. He never called, just said he was working late. Then he went to bed." I shifted on the couch and then finished, "I tried to reach for him to make love to him, to be near him, and all he did was tell me goodnight. This morning he left before I even woke. I called him on my way here. Jess, he wouldn't even talk. He basically told me that he was working and then hung up." I was trying really hard to keep my emotions in check. Jess was not here for me today - it was supposed to be the other way around.

"I'm sorry. Have you tried to call him back?" she asked.

"No. I just came here. I'm just stressed. I want a baby so bad. I want to give that to him. What's wrong with me, Jess? Why can't I get pregnant?" No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop the tears that were now falling down my cheeks.

"Oh, sweetie, don't cry. I promise, when it's meant to be, you will have that baby. Edward wants this baby as much as you do, and if you feel this way, it must be hard on him as well. Maybe he was having a bad day. I bet when you get home tonight it will be back to normal."

"You're right, Jess. I'm sorry to dump all of this on you." I grabbed a tissue and began to dab my eyes, trying not to ruin the make-up I applied this morning.

"Don't you dare apologize for talking. We have been friends for how long now? You know that you can come to me at any time with anything. I am here for you whenever you need me."

"Thanks again, Jess." I need to change the subject, so I move on to the wedding. That is why she's here. "So, the only thing we have left to go over is the final seating for the reception."

Jess and I work for the remainder of the morning, and we soon manage to get all the wedding plans completed. The only thing left to do now, is wait until the big day.

Jessica decides to stay for lunch and we continue to talk as we eat. I have no other clients scheduled for the day, so after Jessica tells me she needs to run, I try to call Edward. He doesn't answer.

I call three more times throughout the day, and each time I reach his voicemail, and each time I feel the emptiness in my heart grow. I leave a message every time I call; my last message is me desperately reaching out for him, longing for him to still want me.

I finished the day making phone calls and talking to new brides. I was glad that I have enough work to keep my mind off Edward, for the most part.

At five, I walk out of the office in a hurry to get home. Edward has tomorrow off, and I would give anything, to be able to stay in bed all day with him. I know I can't, as I have to work tomorrow, but we could really use an entire day to reconnect. I need to just be near him if nothing else. I need to look at him, and know that he is still real. I need to lie in bed with him and hear him breathe next to me. I need to make love to my husband and spend the night showing him just how much I miss him.

I open the front door, not to a loving husband, but to a quiet house. It's different; when I walk in it is not just quiet, but it feels empty and cold. This is not how one's home should ever feel. I searched the house, praying I was wrong; maybe he was asleep from working so many long hours. I find the house to be as empty as it feels. I pick up my phone and called him. Once more, I get his voicemail. Once more, I feet lost.

"Edward, where are you, honey? I'm calling to see when you'll be home for dinner. Call me back, baby…please." I knew the end of the message sounded desperate, I can't hide the fact that I am. Once again, I eat dinner alone, I go to bed alone.

What hurts the most is that when I woke up this morning, I woke up alone. How much more could I take of this? I roll over to notice that Edward's side of the bed was still made. He didn't even come home last night.

I begin to worry. I realize that I have not been able to reach him since the call yesterday morning. What if something happened to him? Is he OK? I decide to call him once more. This time, he answers. Lay my head on his pillow and smiled at the sound of his voice.

"Edward. Thank god. Are you O.K.? Where are you?" My words came out rushed and laced with panic.

"Sorry. I was out with Emmett last night. We had a few drinks, and I crashed at his house." He said coldly.

"You couldn't call? What the hell, Edward?" My panic was turning into anger. He always calls to tell me if he's going out, or not coming home.

"I'm sorry. I had a hard day, OK? Emmett and I had some drinks, and I fell asleep. I work long hours, and I needed to unwind and forgot to call. You know that I need to unwind sometimes after a hard day." He said sharply.

"Yes, I do, but I was worried. Please just call next time. When are you coming home?" I need to calm down; I don't want to fight with my husband today.

"I'll be home in a little bit. I'll see you then." The line soon went dead.

I can't believe that he hung up on me again. My thoughts and emotions are all over the place - anger to panic to relief that he is OK, and back to anger again. I used to be able to talk to him about everything. Yet I have never felt more distant from him, than I do right now, than I have for the last few weeks.

Maybe the information I found out was true. Is it possible that he already knows? I really wish Sam would call be back with the truth. I have started to complete a family tree for Edward and me; it will be a gift for our children - only when I was completing Edward's side, I think I stumbled on information. I'm not sure if I was ever supposed to know the truth, or if I want to know the truth. I don't even know if Edward knows about this. This is big though, and if what I found is true, I'm not sure what it will mean for my marriage.

Edward arrives home forty-five minutes later, only to take a shower, kiss my cheek, and go to bed. He isn't even trying any more. I want to call in sick and just stay home. I feel a sense of urgency to reconnect with my husband, but I don't. Today I am meeting a new client, and it can't be rescheduled. What good will it do me to sit here, and stew on my feelings while he sleeps all day anyway? So I get ready for the day and head into work.

When I was eating lunch, I thought about calling him, but decided not to. I will just give him some space and talk to him when I get home. I am a wedding planner after all. I need to be happy for my clients. I can't afford to bring my personal life to work. As much as I am hurting inside, I pushed through it and finished my day determined to sort things out when I get home.