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The next few weeks with Edward passed by in a whirlwind. The drastic way my life has changed keeps tripping me up, I keep expecting to wake up and find out it was all a dream. Like Inception or something.
My training has been going really well and I'm sad to think that Edward probably won't be my coach for much longer as Diego will most likely return soon. But it's reassuring to know he'll still be in my life as my boyfriend.
As I get up and make myself coffee, I realise how much I miss Edward. He's been gone for a few days sorting out business in the city and I'm starting to have withdrawal symptoms.
I make my way to the coffee shop with a smile on my face though, because tomorrow he should be home. Home. That's nice to think about, he'll be coming home to me. The day goes slowly and the shop isn't busy, as I'm passing by tables, picking up mugs, something catches my eye. Someone has left their magazine on the table when the left, but that's not what catches my attention. No, what catches my attention is the story on the front page and the picture that accompanies it.
EDWARD CULLEN WINS GOLD AGAIN. And there's a photo of Edward in a club in New York City kissing some pretty little golden haired beauty and my world falls to pieces.
I don't really know what happened in the minutes after I first saw that front page. But suddenly I was back at my apartment, tears streaming down my face, clutching the damn magazine in my hand. I fall onto my couch and open up the article.
Spotted in Daggers nightclub in NYC in Thursday night was none other than Olympic gold medallist Edward Cullen. We were surprised to see Cullen after he's had such a low profile these past months but he seems to have come out of hiding and he's not alone.
Edward was seen dancing and kissing a blonde woman all night, "They were all over each other" onlookers told us. Well it seems despite Cullen's disappearing act, he hasn't lost his touch, but who is his blonde friend? That we have yet to find out.
Dancing and kissing all night. All over each other. Nothing to suggest it was just a photo taken at the wrong time, that it was an accident, no, nothing to suggest he hadn't left that club with that girl.
I don't know how long I stayed staring at the magazine but eventually I threw it away from me. Thursday night. That was two nights ago. That was the night he didn't call me and said it was because a 'meeting ran late', that was the night he cheated on me.
