"You're a fucking liar!"
"Sorry, Edward," Alice said. "But I thought you should know the truth before you married the wrong woman."
I looked once more at the photographs that I held in my hands.
I couldn't be true.
It wasn't true.
Bella would never cheat on me.
She loved me.
We were going to get married and have a family. White picket fence and all that shit.
I threw the photographs aside and stormed out of my sister's apartment that she shared with her boyfriend, Jasper. With each step, the images of my Bella and another man in bed together assaulted my vision. The date stamped to the photographs showed that their rendezvous had being going on since shortly after we had gotten together.
Eleven months! Almost a full year wasted on her.
I kept reminding myself that Bella loved me, that she would never do this to me, to us. Besides, I knew that my sister didn't like her – hell, my whole family had called her a gold-digger since the moment I brought her home.
Was I too naïve?
I felt so confused. And hurt. And so fucking angry. I could feel my heart literally breaking as I climbed into my car and drove to our apartment. I swallowed back the tears that threatened to escape me, causing my throat to constrict. I barely remember pulling up to my apartment until I turned the ignition off.