A.N. Hey, here is the next chapter, hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: Much to my disappointment, I still own nothing.

BPOV

As soon as I got back to my apartment, I started my normal routine of things when this usually happens. Destroying any, and all evidence of him ever existing, and then inhaling a gallon of ice cream from my two favorite men who could never do me wrong. Now if only all men were as good as Ben and Jerry!

This time was different though, this time would be the last time. I was through giving second chances to a man that I knew no longer loved me. In fact I was beginning to doubt that whether he ever loved me in the first place. All throughout our relationship I felt as if I was never good enough, never enough for him to love. But our relationship lasted through high school, then through college. I always had suspicions that he cheated on me during the years we spent apart while pursuing our different dreams. I was travelling to Texas for college while Edward headed to Dartmouth. He was always one to impress his parents and decided to go the Ivy League route. I couldn't have been happier when he finally agreed to go to med school in Texas, that was the same night he got down on one knee. It was the greatest night of my life, or so I thought.

It all began to go downhill when he had to get a job in order to help pay his way through school. He and his damn pride just couldn't accept the money from his parents, even though it didn't seem to be a problem before. He was always working in some way on another. He was either at school or at work, and the rare moments he was at home he spent locked away studying. We barely saw each other,, we never had sex, and we didn't even share a bed anymore. He either stayed out late with what he called 'study groups' and got back after I had gone to bed choosing to sleep on the couch, always being the gentleman and not wanting to wake me or I worked late and he was asleep before I got back .It was one of the rare nights that we actually saw each other when I first saw the offending shade of lipstick. Sick of the new routine we had found ourselves in I had stayed up late to talk to him. Unfortunately, I had found him stumbling drunk into our apartment at 2am with the pink kiss shapes all over his neck and face and I hated to think where else. His hair was disheveled more so than usual and he was stupid drunk.

Flash Back

"Hey baby." he stumbled towards me and tripped on the rug landing him on top of me. From this position I could smell the stench of alcohol, and mixed with a sickly sweet perfume that I could only assume is from the owner of the pink lipstick. Pushing him away from me, I notice the red lace hanging from his pocket.

"What the hell is this?" I yelled at him while pulling the lace from his pocket to reveal the underwear.

"Oh...um...baby it's err...a gift, for you." In his confusion I push him fully away from me and marched towards the bedroom. In his attempt to follow me, I cut him off.

"How could you Edward?" I ask rhetorically as I slammed the door to prevent him from seeing the tears I could feel welling up in my eyes.

End Flash Back

I came out of my thoughts as I curled up in bed attempting to push the memory away. That was the first time and like the fool I was, I took his excuses of' being drunk' and 'simply a one off', and believed him. He told me he loved me, and only me, and I believed him. I never had the chance to talk to him about the routine we had fallen into and chose to not bring it up again after his speech about me doubting his love for me. Once again I felt I wasn't enough, but felt I was lucky that he had stayed with me even though I doubted him. He always made me out to be the bad guy, despite him being the one who cheated. I always believed him and thought it was him who was taking me back and not the other way around. This time was different though. It was a month before the wedding, he had done it again, and I was no longer playing the victim.

Looking at the clock, I realized I had been thinking about this all night, I don't even remember having slept. Slowly pulling myself out of bed and heading to the shower, I turned on my phone as I grabbed a towel and my work clothes. I found no texts, no messages and no missed calls. None that were begging forgiveness, no guilt trips.

This time it was over.

AN so slightly longer, but not by much. I my mind I wanted the back story straight before getting onto the good stuff, but don't worry Jasper shall be with us soon. Let me know what you think, please review, Good? Bad? Ugly? – Lily19790 xxx