Just a little note. Just because this is a BellaxEdward story, does NOT mean that I meant all their actions to be justified. Just remember that. (Wow all those sentences started with just).

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

It was supposed to be one month... And next thing I knew, it was our second anniversary.

"Happy Anniversary, love," Edward kissed me softly. This woke me up.

It's been two years. It was supposed to be one month... and it's been two years.

"I can't do this," I get up quickly and reach for my clothes.

"A bit too late for that," Edward chuckles and pulls me back into the bed.

"No," I say shakily, "I seriously can't do this."

"What? Why?" Edward sits up and reaches for my shoulder but I shake him off like the plague.

"One month..." I murmur to myself while hastily putting on my shirt. "Why has it been two years? I should know better than to start an affair... Two years?"

I hear Edward shuffling around for his pants. "Okay... well just um, calm down," he says calmly but his voice shakes as he says the words 'calm down', "I suppose I'll call you on Friday."

"No!" I turn around, "Don't call me! Edward, we're through. I don't want this."

With that, I ran out of the hotel room.

EPOV

Dammit. I didn't expect that. Sure, I thought that maybe she'd freak out or get cautious but I didn't expect her to end it. Ring ring. Looking at the phone, I see Jessica's name flash. I press the accept button.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Edward?" Jessica says cheerily... some gossip must have come around. "Listen, are you going to be tired when you come home?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, probably."

"Oh..." The tone of Jess' voice drops significantly. "Okay..."

What a tiring wife. "But I'll probably be able to take in a few hours. What do you want?"

"The kids just wanted to have a family dinner together." She's in high spirits again. "It's been such a long time..."

"Got it. I'll be on the road in an hour."

I reach for the keys and roll out of bed.

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"Edward, have you heard from Tyler lately?" Jessica asks me with eager eyes.

"No," I answer tiredly, "I have not."

"Oh, I heard from Lauren that he's been going to the bar a lot. Something about th..."

I tone out her voice and finish eating.

"I'm done," I get up and see my family staring at me silently. "What? What is it?"

Jessica sniffs and looks down. "Come on Willie, John. Go to the living room and play your games."

Reluctantly, the boys get off their chairs and go to the living room.

"What is it?" I ask again.

"Edward... am I doing something wrong?" Jessica looks into my eyes.

"Wh- No!" I lie.

"That's your lying voice!" Her eyebrows slightly furrow and she looks back down. "Why did you... Why?"

"Jess, honey, what are you talking about?" I walk forward to comfort her but she gets up and almost runs to the other side of the dining room.

"Sarah says she saw you... k-ki-kissing Ms. Swan!"

"What? When? Where?"

"She was eating at a restaurant with her husband when she saw the two of you!"

... Oh.

"What does Sarah know? She's fifty years old!" I walk slowly this time, towards Jessica. "I think she might have misunderstood or seen it wrong."

Jessica starts crying but this time, lets me hug her. The surer I act about my infidelity, the calmer Jessica gets and soon we're just hugging each other.

During work, I desperately look for reasons to go to Bella's office. It's to the point of almost obsession. However, every time I give a file, paper or anything, she doesn't even look up. Not even a thank-you.

One day, instead of leaving after not receiving a single word, I sit down on the couch in her office. For a while, Bella keeps doing her work and I keep sitting not taking my eyes off her. Her silence and position are supposed to mean she doesn't care I'm here and that I might as well be that fern over by the window but she's slowly blushing and her hand is shaking, making her have to erase her notes and rewrite them.

"I'm sorry, Bella." I say.

She's quiet but then it looks like she's mouthing something. By this time her face is red. Her voice gets stronger.

"Why do you stay with Jessica?" Bella's voice dwindled as she said that.

"What do you mean, why?"

"I mean..." she puts down her pencil and looks at me. "If your relationship is bad and if we've already been together—as lovers—for two years, why are you still with her?"

"You don't understand. I can't just do that to her." I run my hands through my hair.

"Why not?" Her eyes are pleading me to explain and make her understand.

"We've been married for fourteen years. I can't just leave her."

"One seventh of those fourteen years were me and you cheating." Bella glares at me. "Why are you so reluctant to leave her?"

"I love her too, you know!" I almost yell as I get up to close the door so no one will hear us. When I look back, Bella looks hurt. "I mean... I loved her. Now I love you."

"Please tell me you're not like those types of people."

"What types?"

"The ones that want everything—a wife and a girlfriend for when the wife becomes boring."

"You know I'm not, Bella."

"I'm not convinced."

"What do I need to do to convince you?"

There's a long silence between us. Right as I reach for the door handle, Bella gives me her answer.

"Divorce Jessica."

"...I'm sorry. I can't do that."

Starting the next day, I spend more and more time with my family, coming home a bit earlier than usual to catch John from his basketball practice and Willie from his cello lessons. We all go out to eat, play, and watch movies. Jessica slowly goes back to her old talkative self and pretty soon, we're back to those nights thirteen years ago where we would lay outside on the grass, staring at the stars and talking.

"Do you remember back in Harvard?" she asks quietly. "You were in law and I was in medicine."

"Oh yeah..." I smile.

"I tried really hard to get through my studies and there you went strolling in and correcting my work—even though you were a law student."

"My father is a doctor."

"I know. ...I had given up my future to live with you."

Jessica's family was hoping for Jessica to make it big in the world. Become a famous doctor and be rich. When we started dating, they thought that I might ruin that future and get Jessica off track. Her family was so furious that they threatened to stop her from continuing her studies.

"Jessica, if you step one more step closer to that man, we will disown you."

"I don't care. I love Edward."

She stepped towards me and her family didn't disown her but they did stop paying for her studies.

"Edward, what am I supposed to do? I have no future now!"

"Don't worry—I'll take care of you. I'll become a lawyer and you won't have to worry about anything."

"I don't know. Maybe—maybe we shouldn't do this."

"Do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

BPOV

I can't sleep. Ever since Edward said he wouldn't divorce Jessica, I've been thinking. Edward claims that he doesn't love Jessica anymore but I can see it. He loves her.

Once I went on a picnic with them, last year. Edward had invited me. Four or five days before the picnic, we had a fight about family. I wanted to start a family and I was sad that I couldn't. Edward took me on the picnic and I was enjoying it until lunch started.

"Edward, did you pack the forks?" I heard Jessica ask Edward. I looked up.

"Forks? I thought you told me to pack the knives," Edward held up the knives as evidence.

"No, I packed the knives," Jessica held hers up, "You were supposed to pack the forks."

"Oh who cares? We'll just eat with our fingers."

"Edward, we have casserole!"

The two of them burst with laughter and Jessica turned to me.

"Bella, can you watch the kids?" she asked. "Edward and I are just going to run and get some knives."

Was I supposed to say no? I couldn't—so I watched the two of them get in the car, laughing the entire way. Maybe it was just a good day for them or maybe it was just a show for the kids and Jessica. But when Edward got in the car, he had a certain look in his eyes when he looked at Jessica after their laughter died out. He wished for those happier times when he and Jessica would have those moments all the time. Those times when their family was truly the ideal family—in and out. Not once, did he turn to look at me.

I know that look well. My father had that look a lot when he and my mom would have small talk after the big divorce.

I think I might start doing the story in 3rd person rather than 1st person. I'm starting to start all of my sentences with 'I'.

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