A/N - I haven't updated in far too long and I apologize for that. I'm on summer break from school so I'll be able to update a little more frequently.

Now for a major announcement, I will be MOVING Simple Twist of Fate from FanFiction(dot)net to Livejournal, along with From the Shattered Pieces Shines a Green Light. So yes I will be deleting them, but not from the internet entirely just moving to LJ.

It will not be moved until it is complete and I'll also post it as a .pdf when it's finished.

You can find it here at LaBriee(dot)LiveJournal(dot)com

I'll also post links on my profile page.

As always thanks for reading. Much love

"Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in"
-Degausser by Brand New

***Bella's POV***

The night replayed in my head over and over, as if it were a bad dream. But it wasn't bad, which was the part that scared me the most.

I threw on a pair of jeans that may have possibly been dirty, then a t-shirt, and flip-flops. It was the typical Floridian uniform. As I reached for the door, my feet felt like they weighed two tons, impossible to lift. Impossible to face what was to come.

All the determination to solve this problem seemed to float away and was replaced by a knot in my stomach that tore at me from the inside out. I glanced back to the bedroom where Jasper lay peacefully. At that moment I felt like trash, I didn't deserve him.

Horrible things ran through my mind. Thoughts of running away, leaving a note, anything but confronting the real issue that was at hand. The fact that I had cheated. I was an adulterer. Lusty thoughts were one thing, actually engaging in the forbidden act was another.

My fingers were still laced around the door knob, then gently I turned it so I wouldn't wake him. I couldn't run away, I needed to be an adult and face this head on.

The entire drive to the coffee shop was agonizing. My heart raced with anxiety. Adrenaline pumped through my entire body. When I pulled up to the place, his bronze hair was visible through the window.

I took a deep breath in and was prepared to face every problem head on.

**Edward's POV**

Her car pulled up, but she didn't get out right away. She looked nervous, scared even. I didn't blame her. She wasn't use to the guilt yet.

Me on the other hand? I've had years to wrestle with guilt, to the point where I was practically numb.

I cheated on every woman I was ever with, Tanya being no exception of course. It was not because I didn't respect women, but merely because I loved women. I was no womanizer, or misogynist. I just likes to have a taste of everything at the buffet. If that made me a pig, then I guess I was pig. I've been with the most beautiful women in the world. Models, wannabe models, actresses, socialites, I've had my fair share. Every body was perfection. They were all botoxed, nipped, tucked, and plumped to an ultimate form of beauty. But, unfortunately their personalities were just as fake as their breasts.

Bella was different. There was not a single fake thing about her. She was completely natural. She hardly ever wore makeup. Her clothing didn't have designer labels. Her musical tastes weren't tailored to what was played at the clubs. She loved art and french films. Her intelligence intimidated me. It was like a breath of fresh air.

From the moment our eyes locked at that wedding I knew I had to have her. She was new and unchartered territory that had yet to be conquered. But I didn't chase after her like I usually do. I wanted her to come to me, naturally. My wish eventually came true and it did happen completely naturally, well with only a smidgen of manipulation and Otis Redding.

I truly was hurt by Tanya. She had given me a taste of my own medicine, with a man five years younger and ten times wealthier than I. It was not only a blow to the ego, but dare I say my heart? I did love Tanya, but only as a child loves a shiny new toy. She was just as fake as everything else in my life. Another item to show off to the world.

I'm not the only one at fault though. Tanya was using me just as much as I was using her. She'd taken a bit bite out of my savings account the first time she found out I had cheated early on in our marriage. It soon became a game of who could hurt each other worse. Eventually, she won. The divorce papers were signed and processed before I could even blink.

In my time of need Bella was the only one there. She wanted to comfort me and I so desperately desired for her to comfort me. Who was I to stop her? I never wanted her to sleep with me out of pity. I tried to stop it, but when she bared her soul and everything else for me, wanting me as desperately as I wanted her; I couldn't control myself any longer.

It was magic, but I panicked. Offering her cab money like she was something cheap. She meant so much more to me than that, and I had to let her know.

She sat across from me at the table I had chosen in the corner. Not a stitch of makeup on, she wore just jeans and a t-shirt. She looked so young and innocent. Her hair was wavy and pretty and shiny and I wanted to touch it.

"Edward," She signed sadly. "I realized that last night, I slept with a complete stranger. I don't anything about you. I sit at these lunches and tell you everything from the name of my first pet to my GPA my freshman year of high school. Yet you're a comple mystery. I know you're my boss, you own an art gallery, you're recently divorced, and I'm hopelessly attracted to you when I know I shouldn't be."

I understood exactly what she meant. I had purposely withheld information so I couldn't be vulnerable. But in this moment, I wanted so desperately just to touch her one more time, that I would have told her anything.

"Well, what is it you want to know about me?" I asked.

"Everything. I want to know everything and anything about you, Edward." She reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "Please let me in."

Her voice shook as if she were about to cry and I knew I had hurt her somehow but not letting her in. So I did the only thing I could think of. Bare my soul for her, as she had for me time and time again.

"I'll start at the beginning then I guess. My birthday is June 20th, I'll be turning 29 this year. I was born in Chicago, but my parents moved me to New York before I was even a year old. My middle name is Anthony. I've been married and divorced just once. I only eat the orange gummy bears. The first Saturday of every month I go see a movie by myself that no one else wanted to go see with me. I read more than I admit. And Bella I'm equally attracted to you, but I have to warn you, I'm not perfect…"

My throat ached by noon. What took her months to reveal little by little, took me three hours in one big unload. Everything, every affair, kiss, heartache, and breath I had taken. She thanked me when I stopped talking, I never had anyone thank me for telling them about myself. It felt unusually good to not be such a closed book, to have someone else know everything.

The need to touch her grew, so I did what came naturally. I invited her back to my house. She had never seen it in the daytime, and the last time she was there I behaved very inappropriately. I had to make it up to her and prove to her my intentions were nothing but honorable, even if they were not so.

***Bella's POV***

Edward's house was even more beautiful in the afternoon light. The white walls stood out with reflection from the sunlight. The design was similar to the gallery.

The similarities lead me to a natural question "Did your mom design the house?"

As I walked into the living room from the entry way, I noticed a women's pair of high heels.

"Is Tanya here?" I whispered to Edward. If she was, I knew I'd be walking right back out that door.

"She packed her bags last week. She must've just left them. You can have them if they fit, they're probably some fancy french brand that she spent my money on." He kicked them to me.

"No, you were right, you're not bitter about the divorce at all"

Over his shoulder he smiled at me and walked back to what I assumed was his bedroom. Part of me was dying to know what it looked like.

I was chipping away little by little at Edward Cullen. Today had been a huge improvement from where we were just a few hours before. Instead of me standing naked and vulnerable alone, he was standing right next me, leaving nothing a secret anymore.

"Bella, please make yourself at home," He said instantly appearing behind me. I gasped a bit startled. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you like that."

"It's alright," I said as I went and sat down on the large black leather sectional. You would've never guessed a woman ever lived there. The white baron walls with only a few pieces of upscale artwork and large black pieces of furniture were very masculine.

Edward sat down next me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. The heat consumed me, swirling around, igniting all my senses. I could the faint blush creeping up my neck to my face and I turned to look out the window, hoping he wouldn't notice. His hand gently stroked my cheek and then directed my face back in his direction.

"You're beautiful when you blush," His comment caught me off guard. When I was around him all the guilt just vanished. It was like he turned me into this heartless monster, that didn't care what she did or who she hurt.

Flashbacks of the night before flashed through my mind. The sweat, the all consuming lust. It was all that mattered and I needed to have it again. I needed to know it wasn't just some fluke occurrence. I needed to know that even though Edward was no longer a huge mystery that we could make the world stop spinning again.

Before I could even think of moving, his lips were on mine. And in that moment I let him make me into that monster again.

I would deal with the guilt later.