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Chapter 3

I sat at my desk the next day, sorting through paper work. I hadn't said anything to Edward about how I felt, because when I woke up this morning he was already gone for work. I really had to talk to Edward.

This caused me to think that we had rushed into things. We were high school sweethearts, and I had never been with anybody else-not including one night stands. Edward was the only guy I had ever had a real relationship with. Numerous times, before we had gotten married, I had contemplated breaking up with him, but I never had. I really wasn't sure why I never had broken it off with him. When I was offered the job here at the agency, it was before we got married, I knew I should've ended it with him so I wouldn't have had to lie to him about my job, but I just never had. Then, he proposed, and I couldn't say no. What would my explanation be? I wasn't ready for such a commitment? We had already lived together for years, how would it be any different being married?

I sighed, and looked out my office window. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about my marriage.

Was I happy with Edward? Should I just end it with him? Did I want that? And if I did leave him, what would I do? Try and track down Jake? Someone who I didn't even know the last name of? Someone who I would probably never see again?

I sipped my coffee, thinking about my future. Did that future include Edward?

Of course, Alice had to buzz into my office, telling me that Edward was calling. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Put him through." I said.

I waited a moment for her to send the call to my office. I took a deep breath before picking up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey Bella." He said. "Listen, I can't talk for long, 'cause I have to get back to work, but wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about last night?"

"Oh, yeah, um, it was nothing." I lied.

"Bella, I know when you're lying." He said. "Seriously, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." I insisted. "I promise. Don't worry…get back to work, okay? I'm dealing with a…client right now."

"Oh shit! You should've told me that before. Sorry Bella."

"It's fine." I said. "Anyway, I'll see you later."

"Oh, I'll be late coming home tonight." He said. "I've got a big surgery to do today, I won't get home until late tonight, don't wait up."

"Okay." I said. "Bye."

"Love you."

I hung up, and turned around in my chair to look out the window again.

I had no idea what I was going to do. I knew that Edward had thought that what I wanted to talk to him about last night was just something little, but it wasn't.

I weighed out my options.

It wasn't like Edward and I had any children. I mean if we did, then this decision would be harder, but we didn't.

If I left him, would I be happier, or miserable?

I sipped more of my coffee, thinking.

I felt weird…not for cheating on Edward, but for something else that I could quite put my finger on. There was something deeper to this whole thing…something that I couldn't quite place.

With a sudden burst of intuition I realized my decision. I obviously wasn't happy with Edward, seeing as I had cheated on him more than once.

I was going to leave Edward.

I got up off of my chair, grabbed my purse and coat, and walked out of my office.

"Alice?" I asked.

"Hmm?" she said.

"I'm leaving early today." I said. "I…I have a really bad headache."

"That's fine." She said. "I don't know why it was even necessary for you to come in today, you had nothing to do."

"Thanks, Alice." I said, leaving the building. I got into my car, and drove to Edward and my house.

I began packing my bags, but stopped. What was I doing? Was I really leaving Edward?

Would I really leave him without telling him? Wasn't that just the cowardly thing to do?

I sat down on our bed, and thought some more. How could I just up and leave him like this? He was my husband after all.

But, what explanation could I give him? When he asked me for a reason, which he undoubtedly would, what would I say? Tell him that I'm not happy anymore, or admit to cheating on him?

I held my head in my hands, contemplating my next move.

Three weeks later

As it turns out, I hadn't left Edward that day those weeks ago. In fact, right now, I was lying in bed next to him, trying to fall asleep.

That weird feeling I had had hadn't gone away.

I don't know why I hadn't left that day. It would've been loads easier. The longer I put it off, the worse it would get.

I rolled onto my side, facing away from him, and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, a wave of nausea rolled through me, and I ran to the washroom before puking into the toilet.

"Babe, you okay?" Edward called, coming up behind me.

I stood up, flushed the toilet, and rinsed my mouth out with water.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a bit nauseous, I guess." I said.

"Don't go into work today." He said. "Just stay home."

"I got the day off anyway today." I said, going back to bed and lying down.

"Do you want me to get you anything before I leave?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

"Call me if you need anything, love." He said, pecking my cheek and tying his tie.

"I will." I whispered, before rolling over and going back to sleep.

I woke up about two hours later, and my stomach was completely settled. I rolled out of bed and stretched, before stopping dead in my tracks.

I immediately realized that my period was late.

My eyes widened, and I almost screamed. Could I actually be…pregnant?

Oh dear god.

I practically ran out to my car and sped, breaking numerous traffic laws that would absolutely break my father's heart, to the pharmacy.

I rushed inside and picked up a few pregnancy tests, before heading to the check out and speeding home again.

I pulled into our driveway, raced inside and locked myself in the bathroom. I took the test, and waited the full two minutes, before looking at the result.

I gulped. I was pregnant.

Tears stung at my eyes, but I blinked them away.

I had to leave Edward. That was it.

I couldn't lie to him about this.

I packed my bags slowly, packing everything I could think of.

The worst part of this whole thing wasn't that I was pregnant; no that wasn't it at all.

The worst part of this was that this baby wasn't Edward's.

It was Jake's.