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Something doesn't feel right. Edward walked through the door at twelve o'clock this morning. He said he had a meeting, but what meeting ends this late at night? He doesn't realize I'm sitting in the chair waiting for him.
"Whoa, shit, what're you still doing up?" He asks surprised.
"I waited up for you," I state obviously.
"You shouldn't have waited. I told you it was going to be a late one," Edward says as he puts his cold meal in the microwave. The same meal I made hours ago.
He never told me he was going to be this late. I stood from my place on the sofa and walked over to him. Wrapping my arms around his waist and standing on the tips of my toes to rest my head against his shoulder.
Whispering in his ear I murmur, "I missed you."
It takes everything in me not to recoil. The scent of cheap perfume hits my nose. I find it hard not to gag.
Edward turns in my arms and kisses my forehead.
"I missed you too, but next time just go to bed." he whispers back. "I don't want you to be tired tomorrow."
"So what... This is going to be a regular thing?" I say, instead of
confronting him about the cheap nasty scent rolling off of him in waves.
"I don't know." He states "You know I can't help it. This customer has a
tricky work schedule. He can only schedule night meetings at the moment."
Edward works as an Architect. He joined his family business at the age of 18. It wasn't easy for him to move up within the company though. His father refused to give him special treatment because he was his son. So, while struggling through college he was also working his ass off at Cullen Architecture.
"So, let me get this straight. You have a customer that can only meet at night because he's much too busy to meet you at any other time?"
Did he think I was stupid? I may not be Einstein but how could he think I'm that dense?
"Exactly Bella," he huffs sarcastically. "Look, we can discuss the ins and outs of my schedule tomorrow, but right now I want to eat my dinner in peace."
Without another word I walk into our bedroom. I don't know when it started being like this. The smell of a woman's perfume is coming out of his every pore. Late nights that are 'business meetings."
We used to be happy. We used to be in love. I am still in love with him. I think I always will be. Edward and I met at a party a couple of years back. I was the ripe age of 19. My mother was hosting one of her yearly events. It was a very upscale as it is every year. Mother would only have the best of the best attend. I was forced to be there.
I had just put on my gown on for the night. It was a beautiful dress; tight red silk that clung to my body. The front was very modest, but the back was non- existent so it made up for it.
I looked into the mirror. My face looks perfect. My make-up is immaculate. Light contouring and ruby red lips to match the dress. My hair was elegantly pinned up and long brunette waves cascaded down my back.
Finally ready, I walked out of my bedroom and down the grand staircase. Mother was at the bottom talking to a member of the wait staff.
"Remember, smiles at all times. Make sure everyone always has a drink in their hands!"
"Oh, Isabella, You look wonderful." Mother gushed as she took my hands in hers.
"Do you know who will be attending tonight's event, Isabella?" She asked enthusiastically.
Of course I did, that's all I had heard her go on about for months. The elite Cullen's were coming tonight. They were the richest family in Seattle. It's hard to go anywhere nowadays and not hear something about the Cullen's. In the paper, on the TV, I think I've even seen a book written about them.
I had never met any member of the family. I could actually care less about them. I often failed to see what the big deal was; a family of rich fucktards. I bet they're so spoiled that they even have someone wipe their asses for them.
I refuse to bow down and lick the ground they walk on like everyone else does. It's pathetic.
I didn't know much about them. All I knew was that Carlisle and Esme Cullen were the parents. Emmett, Alice, and Edward were their three perfect children who were born with a silver spoon shoved in their mouths. Emmett had married Lady Rosalie a couple of years back. Alice had recently married a man named Jasper, and Edward was the eligible bachelor of the family. Girls threw themselves at him to get his attention; makes me want to barf.
"Of course Mother, how could I forget that the Cullen's will be making an appearance?" I say sarcastically.
"Yes well, it's not just that, Edward will be here too." Mother almost squeals.
"Having any of the Cullen's at our event is amazing mother. I have to ask, why is there such excitement about Edward being here?"
"Isabella, I've heard the gossip in the tea rooms. Esme and Carlisle are trying to find Edward a suitable wife, and you, my dear just happen to be suitable."
"How many times have I told you that I'm not looking for a husband? I want a life not just a husband who I'll have to hide behind all my life."
"Enough!" She says with authority. "Go see if Mrs. Cope needs any help."
There's one way to royally piss off Renee Swan, and that's by telling her that you want to be a strong independent woman that don't need a man.
Wandering into the kitchen I see Mrs. Cope. She is our house keeper but I see her as more of a nanny. Mrs. Cope basically raised me while mother and father were at all those lavish parties, getting drunk and socializing while I was sat at home with the 'Nanny'.
"Mrs. Cope, is it even in your job description to prepare big parties like this?" I ask generally curious.
"You know your Mother. If she wants me to help she will surely find a way to make me if I refuse." She says with her back towards me.
I decided to follow my Mother's advice and help Mrs. Cope. There's only so much one little lady can do by Cullen's arrived half way through the party. They had everybody's undivided attention the whole time. Thirty minutes after their arrival I was more bored then a llama trapped in a box.
I decided to go outside for a bit of fresh air. I stood on the balcony looking out at all the fields surrounding the house. Looking slightly to the right, I noticed a packet of cigarettes lying discarded on the outdoor table. Picking the packet up, I looked inside. It was nearly full. Surely they wouldn't realize if I stole just one? Picking up the lighter beside them, I quickly lit the cigarette and took a puff.
It made me cough, but all together it wasn't the worse thing ever. I slowly took another drag of the cigarette.
"You know, smoking is very bad for your health." A voice said from behind me. It shocked me so much I dropped the cancer stick on the floor while spinning around to see who the voice belonged to.
"And stealing someone else's cigarettes makes in ten times worse than it already is," said Edward Cullen with a smirk on his face that I'd love to smack off.
"I'm so sorry." I cry apologetically. "I thought I was alone."
"Stealing is a crime, Miss Swan."
"You Know my name?"
"Of course, my mother hasn't stopped going on about how you're the perfect match for me." Edward said with an eye roll.
I knew it. I knew Renee had been mentioning the Cullen's way too much. She and Esme had probably hatched a plan to set us up.
"Yes, well, neither has mine."
"Come on, how about we go in and have a dance? Let's give them something to talk about." Edward replied still smirking.
"And If I don't want to?" I ask defiantly. Edward slowly raises a sculpted eyebrow at me.
I said no more. As I walked towards him, I placed my hand into his outstretched one.
We danced, drank and talked all night long. It was by far the best night of my nineteen years of existence.
Pulling back the bed sheets I climb into the cold bed looking up at the ceiling, and letting my mind wander back to the days when Edward and I had it all.
We've been together for 7 years now. Time really flies when you're having fun and in love. I seriously believe that Edward and I were made for each other. We just... get each other; there's no other way to explain it.
I hear Edward make his way up the stairs. Slowly, I turn away from the door and pretend to be asleep. I don't want to look at him or hear his voice at the moment. He climbs into bed and then turns facing away from me.
A couple of months ago he would have gotten in the bed and pulled me tightly to his chest. It's the little things that you notice when you know that your husband doesn't love you like he once did.
Edward proposed while on holiday in Italy. That was two years ago. Now both of us are twenty-six and I was thinking that it was time to start are own little family. It has always been a dream of mine to see little bronzed hair, green eyed children running around.
But now that dream seems to be shattered like the rest. I feel a single tear roll down my cheek. How could he ever make me feel this worthless? For the first time in my life I truly feel alone.
I hear Edward's phone chime from the nightstand. I find myself fighting a battle in my head. I have the strongest urge to check it; just one look that's it. I know I would never do that, because it's not my place. My place is to be the pretty little trophy wife who knows all, but just chooses to ignore it.
Hello,
Just updating this chapter and chapter 2 because they have been edited.
Thank you to EdwrdsFirstKiss who sorted this out and is now the Beta to this story.
Thanks for reading!