Sorry it took so long. School is kicking my ass right now.

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It became a habit for Edward and I to hang out with his friends almost every weekend. It felt odd being with him so much, but I was elated that he had wanted me to meet his friends. Even though he already knew Alice, I still took the liberty of introducing him to my own friends. We went out for drinks a couple nights and we brought Emmett along since he had taken a liking to my good friend Rosalie. It was cute beyond belief at how the simplest things she said could get the buff blonde to blush. It was almost unnatural how red his cheeks turned whenever Rose made a comment about his muscles, his tattoos, anything really.

The friction between Alice and Edward didn't change much. She was still apprehensive about hanging out with him, but she did it both for me and to save some face. I still didn't know the entire reason she hated him so much, but I had every intention of asking her on our girls' night when Edward went out with the boys. However, it didn't go as well as I had planned.

"Why do you want to know so badly?" she demanded, furrowing her eyebrows. Her eyes were torn away from the movie we were watching and now rested on me. I sighed loudly through my nose, growing more and more irritated with every second she put off telling me.

"Because, Alice, whether you like it or not, we're married now. And I want to know why you hate him so much!" To add emphasis to my final words, I slammed my fist down on my thigh. Alice bit her lip and looked away.

"I just...never liked him, okay? He was always a dick to you - " I cut her off.

"Don't give me that bull shit. Edward and I are okay now. We're happy. So why do you still hate him?" My voice softened and lowered towards the end and I sounded as if I were begging – hell I practically was! I watched Alice stare off into space, the wheels in her head turning. I knew there was a hidden reason she hated Edward and that she just didn't want to tell me. "Alice."

She sighed before looking at me and when she did, I knew the feeling in the pit of my stomach wasn't a good one. "I slept with him. About a month ago. It was before you were engaged and we were both insanely drunk. But I remembered it and so did he. But the day after, he didn't call me like I thought he would. He ignored me and my calls and, I'll admit, I liked him at the time. So when he ignored me like that, it hurt – a lot. And I've just held a grudge. Even when I knew you two were engaged I still tried to contact him but every time I called, he bitch-buttoned me. I just...didn't want to say anything to you because I didn't want you to get hurt like I did."

I was stock-still and then came the outburst. "So you decided keeping something like this from me was a good way to protect me? Alice, if you knew we were engaged, you should have said something to me! Fuck! You should have said something to me the day after you two slept together! Oh, God, Alice, you fucking slept with him? With my husband?"

"He wasn't your husband at the time," she stated firmly, but I could see the fear and remorse in her eyes.

"It doesn't fucking matter! Christ, you had me believing you hated him during all that time we spent shit-talking him! Why didn't you say anything then, huh?" I was standing by now, talking down to Alice as my arms waved wildly. I breathed out slowly. "I think it's best if you leave."

She obliged without a word and as soon as I heard the front door closed, I collapsed onto the couch. She lied to me. They both lied to me. Here I was, little naïve Bella, thinking that Alice hated Edward's guts simply because of me. But I was so wrong. I wasn't sure what it was that I was feeling in my chest, but I had the strangest feeling that my heart was breaking. How could Edward, my husband now and fiance at the time, keep something like that from me? I knew we never spoke of such things now, but a little forewarning would have been nice. My stomach churned at the thought of Edward and Alice together and I shot up from the couch and made a beeline for the bathroom.

I was still crouched over the toilet when Edward came home. The contents of my stomach had long been spilled and now I was just dry-heaving and sobbing uncontrollably. I heard him call my name, and I answered with an unintentionally loud sob, and then his footsteps were rushing towards the bathroom. As I stared up at him, doing so brought on another wave of emotions and new tears found their ways down my cheeks.

"Bella? Bella, what's wrong?" he asked hurriedly, bending down to grasp my shoulders. I shoved him away roughly and he landed on his hands and feet in a crablike position. "Bella?"

"When were you going to tell me?" I hissed, pausing to lurch over the toilet seat. As I looked back at Edward, I almost felt bad for him, sitting there looking confused as a child who walked in on his arguing parents. "Huh? When were you going to tell me you fucked her?"

Usually I would never use 'fuck' as a form of sex, but right now, I was far from civil and from being myself. Edward's eyes shut and his jaw clenched, knowing he was found out. He lowered his chin and reopened his eyes. He sat up on his knees and stared at me pleadingly.

"It was before you, Bella. We were at Jake's and neither of us were thinking. It was before we were engaged," he whispered. I turned a malicious glare on him and he flinched.

"So that automatically means you can get away with not telling your wife that you slept with her best friend?" I lifted a hand and furiously wiped away at my tears.

"Bella, I swear I wouldn't have done it had I been sober. But since I wasn't - "

"You thought it would be okay to take advantage of a drunk woman?" I seethed, my glare intensifying. Edward's mouth opened and closed and normally I would have found it rather funny that he was imitating a fish. But I knew he had no answer for that. "And then you thought it would be okay to hide it from your fiance." I took his silence as a surrender and I stood up, leaving him in the bathroom.

I walked into the room that I hadn't used in weeks. My blankets were still the same, but some of the things I always used, like my alarm clock, had grown dust on them. I made a mental note to clean everything tomorrow. For now, I simply got into bed with the lights off and the blinds shut, letting a fresh batch of tears spring to my eyes.