Author's Note: Thanks to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Welcome to the continuation! I'm done pre-writing the entire story, except for the Epilogue. As written so far, just the continuation is about 50,000 words, for those who want to know how long this will be.

First, I just wanted to state for the record that I sent out the first draft of the one-shot for pre-reading on July 11, so pre-Cheatergate. I swear I wasn't trying to take advantage of real life events!

There are a lot of paths that this story could take. I tried to pick one that would be at least somewhat realistic. There is drama, and a little angst, but I think there's a very light-hearted feel to much of the story.

Chapter 1

Friday, February 17, 2012

"Bella, please tell me this is not what it looks like," Jasper begged desperately. "Tell me you are not fucking my brother."

I hung my head, closing my eyes again. What could I say when I was still sitting on Edward's dick?

I felt Edward move his head from my chest and pull me closer, hugging me tightly. "Leave her alone, Jasper."

I pushed away from Edward's embrace and climbed off his lap, quickly yanking my skirt down past my underwear and fixing the buttons that Edward had opened on the top of my blouse. Meanwhile, Edward tucked his softening cock back into his jeans and buttoned them, his face flaming red.

"Jasper," I began, "Just calm down a minute and let me explain."

"Explain? There is no explanation that makes this all right."

"Jasper, come on…"

"Jesus, Bella, how am I supposed to take you seriously when my brother's jizz is running down your leg."

I felt my face heat up as I looked down. Sure enough, Jasper was right. "Um, I'll just… " Having no idea how to complete that sentence, I instead dashed into the powder room and grabbed a tissue. As I cleaned up the evidence of my infidelity, I heard Jasper's raised voice out in the family room, though I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Stepping back out of the bathroom, I found Jasper and Edward nose to nose, Jasper's fists clenched tightly around the top of Edward's t-shirt. "You do not love her," Jasper growled, and for the first time, I saw the tears running down Edward's face.

"I do," he sniffled. "I've always loved her."

Jasper angrily shoved Edward backwards, until he sat heavily on the couch. He then turned to me. "Do you love him?" he asked in a calm voice — too calm.

"I love you, Jasper," I pleaded. "Please, let's go upstairs and talk."

Jasper stared at me for several moments before he nodded, turning to follow me up the stairs and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"How long has this been going on? Have you been fucking him since he moved in?"

"No!" I yelled. "Of course not."

"How. Long."

"Nothing happened until two nights ago," I replied meekly.

"Was this some kind of punishment? You were upset that I missed Valentine's Day, so you got back at me by fucking my brother?"

"No, I just… Edward came on to me, and I was tipsy from the wine at dinner, and—"

"You do not get to blame alcohol for this," he interrupted.

"I'm not blaming the wine; I'm just trying to explain," I cried, looking into his angry eyes beseechingly.

"Save it… It doesn't matter. You cheated on me with my own brother. There is no coming back from that."

"What? Jasper, you can't just throw away seven years of marriage—"

"I am not throwing it away; you already did."

Oh God. "Please, we can get past this… We'll go to marriage counseling or something."

"Do you know what gets me the worst? The fact that you would risk one more fuck with him when you knew I was due home any minute."

Huh?

"Any minute? What? You weren't due home for over two hours."

"No, we caught an earlier flight," Jasper replied, as if it were obvious. "I tried to call you at work, but your assistant said you were in a meeting. I left a message with her, then I called home and told Edward."

Suddenly I wanted to throw up. Edward knew Jasper was coming home early? He knew when he asked for just "one more time" with me? Was he trying to get caught?

"He never told me," I whispered.

Suddenly Jasper opened the closet door and went inside, emerging moments later with my two large suitcases. "Pack your things," he said coldly.

"What? You can't throw me out."

"I can, and I will. I can't even look at you right now. And I'm sure as hell not going to leave and let you stay here alone in the house with my brother."

"But Edward gets to stay? He's the one who started all of this."

"You're the one who made a vow to remain faithful to me. You're the adult here, the one who should know better. Believe me, if I thought Edward had anywhere to go, or any money to get a hotel or something, he'd be gone, too."

Jasper stalked to the bedroom door, his hand on the knob as he turned back to me. "I'm going out. I expect you to be gone when I get back."

I jumped as the door slammed shut behind him. Tears streaming down my face, I began packing up my clothes, dumping them into the suitcases with little care.

A few minutes later, I heard the slam of the front door, and I knew Jasper was gone. Not 20 seconds later, the door opened behind me and Edward stepped into the bedroom.

"Bella," he whispered.

I spun around, glaring at him. "Did you talk to Jasper on the phone this afternoon? Did he tell you he was catching an earlier flight?"

Edward stared at his feet, not answering.

"Answer me, damn it."

"Yes," he said, staring straight into my eyes. "Yes, I talked to Jasper and he told me he'd be home around 6:30."

"What the fuck were you thinking? You knew we could get caught?"

"I wanted to get caught," he shouted. "You wanted to pretend that nothing ever happened. But I didn't want us to be over. I don't… I still don't want us to be over. I love you, Bella."

"You don't love me! You may be infatuated with me, but you aren't mature enough to love anyone but yourself. I didn't want to tell Jasper, but you took that choice away from me."

"I do love you, and I didn't mean…" Edward glanced towards the bed for the first time. "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"Jasper told me to leave before he gets back."

"What? He can't throw you out. It's your house, too. Where will you go?" he asked frantically.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I thought I'd try to stay with my friend Angela or something until Jasper calms down. Otherwise, I'll just get a hotel room."

"I'll come with you," he offered.

"Absolutely not, Edward. You've done more than enough. Now go, so I can pack in peace."

He stood rooted to his spot on the floor, gazing intently at me.

"Now, Edward. Your puppy dog eyes don't work on me anymore."

He didn't look happy about it, but finally Edward turned and walked out of the bedroom, slamming his own door across the hall.

Grabbing my things from the bathroom, I tossed them haphazardly into one of the suitcases then zipped them both up and carried them downstairs.

After gathering my things, I tossed the suitcases into the trunk of my car then started the engine, turning the heater on full blast. As it warmed up, I got my cell phone out of my purse and found Angela in my list of Contacts.

She answered after two rings.

"Ang, it's Bella," I said quietly. "Are you home?"

"Yeah, what's up? You don't sound very good."

"Jasper threw me out. Do you think I could stay with you?"

"He what? What happened? Of course you can stay, if you don't mind the couch."

"The couch is fine. I'll… I'll explain when I get there, but, um, it's related to our conversation at lunch today."

"The truth you needed to tell before someone found out another way?"

"Yeah… let's just say the worst happened. See you in around ten minutes."

"All right. See you soon, Bella."

Ten minutes later I parked my car near the warehouse where Angela lived in a stylish new loft. I wheeled both suitcases the half block down the street and into the building, where I gave the doorman my name. He called up to Angela then pointed me toward the elevators.

As I knocked on Angela's door, I wondered if she would still let me stay once she knew the truth. My friend answered the door and I gave her a grateful smile as I walked inside. Angela surprised me by grabbing me in her arms and hugging me tightly before ushering me to the couch.

"Have you eaten?" she asked. I shook my head no.

"Good… I was just about to order Chinese when you called before, so I ordered you some, too."

"I'm not hungry," I answered quietly.

"Bella, you still need to eat," she chided gently. "Now tell me what happened."

No point in beating around the bush. "Jasper walked in on me having sex with his brother."

Angela just stared at me, open-mouthed. "I thought Jasper only had one brother?" she finally asked.

"He does."

"The teenager who's living with you? You had sex with him?"

"If you saw him, you wouldn't be questioning that."

"Huh?"

"He's gorgeous, Ang — seriously."

"So what, you want him?"

"What? No, I want my husband. I love my husband."

"Ok, Bella," Angela said quietly, "I think you'd better start from the beginning. But first, this requires alcohol."

Standing up, Angela darted into the kitchen area of the loft and grabbed two bottles of beer from her fridge, handing me one as she sat back down on the couch.

I took a long swig of my beer and sighed. "By the time Jasper left on his business trip, I was starting to think that Edward might have a crush on me. You remember what happened at dinner Wednesday night, right?"

Angela nodded. "You ended up covered in chocolate."

"Right. So I took a shower when I got home, and when I was drying off, I realized Edward had come into my bedroom and was watching me."

"He what?!"

"Yep. He confessed that he'd wanted me since the first time he saw me — when he was 11 years old — and then he kissed me. I tried to stop him, but… I was lightheaded from the wine, and just, the way he wanted me… I know it's no excuse, but things between Jasper and me had been kind of tense for so many months, since we'd started trying to get pregnant. Edward just made me feel so desired.

"We fooled around some, but we didn't go all the way that night, and I tried to tell him last night that it could never happen again, but he came on to me again, and I just… I gave in, and we had sex."

Angela remained quiet, processing what I'd told her, I guess. Maybe she would throw me out, too.

"What happened tonight?" she asked quietly.

"I told Edward when I got home that I love Jasper and we needed to forget anything had ever happened between us. He started crying, which made me feel like total shit, and then asked if he could be with me just one more time. I gave in."

I shook my head. "What I didn't know was that Jasper had called home earlier and told Edward that they'd gotten an earlier flight. I thought he wouldn't be home until around 9, but Edward knew there was a good chance we'd get caught."

"So he got caught on purpose?" Angela asked, stunned.

"Yeah. He didn't want to accept that it was over."

"Wow… he kinda sounds like a spoiled brat."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know much about Edward, honestly, but you may be onto something. He definitely didn't like it whenever I told him no — turning on the charm with the pout and puppy dog eyes."

We were interrupted then by Angela's phone ringing, as her Chinese delivery had arrived downstairs. A minute later, the deliveryman knocked on the door. Angela paid for the food and brought the bags to the breakfast bar, where I joined her.

I truly wasn't hungry, but I forced myself to eat before Angela yelled at me.

"What do you think I should do, Ang?" I asked, taking a bite of an eggroll.

"Hmmm… I think you need to give Jasper time to calm down and then try to talk to him again."

"I just hope I can convince him to give me another chance. I offered to go to marriage counseling — anything he wants. Do you… do you think he'll forgive me?" I asked anxiously.

"Jasper loves you, Bella. And you guys have been together a long time. I've been cheated on before, and I wasn't forgiving. But you two have a lot more time invested in your relationship."

The buzzing of my cell phone in the side pocket of my purse alerted me to an incoming text message. I quickly got up and grabbed my phone, praying that it was Jasper.

"So, who is it?" Angela asked curiously. "Is it from Jasper?"

"No," I sighed. "It's from Edward."

"Oh. What did he say?"

"He said that Jasper won't throw his flesh and blood out onto the street, but he'll leave and come to me if I tell him where I am." I looked up at Ang. "Now that is the last thing we need."

"Um, yeah, I think you need to stay far away from Edward if you want Jasper to forgive you."

I quickly texted Edward back to say that I was glad he was ok, but no, he could not come stay with me.

"He claims he loves me, Ang. I don't think he knows what love is."

"I agree," she replied. "He's young and infatuated maybe, but not in love. Are you finished with your dinner?"

"Yeah, thanks so much for ordering this. I'll get dinner tomorrow night, ok?"

"Deal," she smiled. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? We'll find some ridiculous comedy, get your mind off things for a couple of hours."

"That sounds great." Two hours without thinking of my mess of a life sounded like just the thing.

A/N: There are 52 favorites and 126 Follows already! That's unbelievable. I'd love to hear from all of you. What would you have done if you were Jasper?