I sat in shock, my breath stilted in my throat.

I cannot believe the words Edward has just said.

What? How? When?

I opened my mouth a couple of times, but no sound would come out. I furrowed my brows tightly, running Edward's words in my mind again.

I slept with someone.

I slept with someone.

I slept with someone.

Edward was with someone else, that's why he didn't call me in the past six months.

I snatched away my hand from his and abruptly stood. I robotically gathered my things, shoving the containers carelessly into the bag.

Surprisingly, there were no tears. My breathing was fine and my heart wasn't thundering in my chest.

On the outside, I looked like the poster kid for a calm façade, but deep inside, I can feel the storm brewing.

Maybe it hasn't fully hit me yet, I thought as I looked around the room checking to see if I've left anything.

"Bella," Edward whispered from the couch, his eyes following my movements.

I snapped my head to his direction and narrowed my eyes.

"Please let me explain," he pleaded, moving as if he's about to stand.

"Shut the fuck up, Edward," I snarled, my voice sounding feral.

Edward visibly flinched from the venom in my voice, his face perfectly resembling one of shock.

I took one last look around the room, my eyes briefly staring at Edward's before I quietly headed to the door.

I was already seething, and I really didn't want to make a scene at Edward's workplace regardless of the circumstances in which we found ourselves.

I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open with so much force that I briefly wondered if I dislocated my arm in the process.

I ignored the slight ache in my arm and marched outside. The door didn't even touch the frame when Edward burst out, his eyes wild and frantic.

He stopped all movements when he saw me standing just outside his office, his eyes boring into mine.

We stood in silence for a few moments, the tension between us so palpable that I briefly wondered about what would happen if someone would walk between us.

I hope the person who will walk between us is the girl Edward slept with, and that the tension will burn her.

I shook my head at myself internally, scolding my mind as it wandered off to darker thoughts.

I brought myself back to the current situation and arched an eyebrow at Edward, silently challenging him to speak.

When he didn't say anything, I huffed out a breath and stomped off to the elevators.

I didn't have the guts to look back, afraid that my heart won't be able to take it if I ever saw Edward just standing there, looking forlornly at me.

I made it to the elevators without Edward chasing after me. Logically, I knew that I should have felt better with it, but my heart felt like it sank deeper into the dark abyss.

I took a deep breath as I stepped in to the elevator car. I gathered my wits and pressed on the button that will take me to the ground floor of the hospital. I looked straight ahead but in my peripheral, I can see Edward just standing at the end of the hallway.

A sob almost broke free, but I bit my lip so hard that I can taste the distinct tang of blood.

Just as the doors were closing, I saw Edward sprint to the elevator. I didn't have enough time to react before his arm was stopping the doors from closing.

I stood at the corner dumbly, just staring at Edward as he tried to pry the door open. Eventually, the door gave in and Edward was able to step inside.

An awkward silence bathed the space of the elevator, the both of us just standing there. I refused to look to Edward, afraid how I'll finally react especially now that we're in an enclosed space.

From the corner of my eye, I can see that he's staring at the right side of my face. He was breathing a little hard, no doubt catching his breath, the small puffs of air barreling to my face as Edward stood near.

"Bella, please let me explain," he said after a few seconds, his breathing now normal.

I turned my head to the other direction, completely removing him from view.

Edward gently touched my arm and I flinched, my arm snapping away from his touch.

"Don't touch me," I hissed between my teeth.

"Bella, please," he pleaded, his hand retreating from me.

"Please what, Edward?" I exclaimed, turning my face to his direction.

Edward blanched slightly from the scowl etched on my face. He backed away slowly, retreating to the other side of the elevator.

I crossed my arms over my chest, still glaring at him. Edward refused to meet my eyes for a second, but as he seemed to gather his thoughts, he faced me again and took a deep breath.

"Please let me explain, Bella," he begged again, this time his voice was softer.

I took a deep breath and counted to ten in my head. I wanted to have a clear head when I hear whatever bullshit Edward has to say.

"Yes, please explain it to me, Edward," I said, the sarcasm evident in my tone.

Edward seemed to have detected it too, but he didn't say anything else.

Good for him.

"Please explain to me how you can sleep with anyone while I waited for you to call?" I said, my voice getting louder by the second. "Please tell me how you can just easily let it go on for so long? How can I even trust you right now?"

"I…" Edward trailed off, looking like he was lost for words. "Bella, it wasn't like that,"

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"I don't even remember it," he whispered, "Emmett got me drunk after I broke it off with Irina, the whole night was a blur…"

I arched my brow at him. I can't believe he's putting the blame on anyone else other than himself.

"It was just a one-time thing, and I didn't even expect to have it go any further." Edward continued.

"How many are there, Edward?" I asked quietly, the words out of my mouth before I could even process them.

I didn't want to know how many women Edward slept with in the last six months that he didn't call me. Yet, my subconscious was curious. It looked like it wanted to torture the hell out of me by asking that question.

"Just one, I promise you." Edward said, his eyes looking straight at mine, pleading for me to believe.

"Do you know her?" I asked, holding my breath in tense silence as Edward closed his eyes tightly.

"Yes," his voice was so low, I would not have heard it if we weren't bathed in silence.

I released a staggering breath, feeling dizzy as realization dawned on me.

He knew her and it hurt so much.

My chest aches, and I can't take any more breaths. I rubbed at the spot, feeling my heart hammering its way out of my chest under my palm.

The elevator dinged, indicating that we have reached the ground floor.

I looked back at Edward, waiting for the doors to open.

"Who is she?" I whispered, my voice merely a sound disturbing the silence that has descended upon us.

With his eyes clenched shut, I saw the tightening of his jaw. The way it pulled taut was mesmerizing, something akin to a heart clenching tight.

I waited with bated breath, my ears ringing from the silence around us.

The elevator doors were slowly opening up, the outside world coming into view as Edward opened his eyes.

The green in them were shining, swimming in unshed tears.

"It's Bree, the nurse from the front station," he said, his voice gravelly.

I choked back a sob and turned to go out.

My vision was blurring from the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I couldn't hear anything around me, the noise surrounding me was just a mere distraction from the thunder boiling inside.

Fuck that, of course he has to sleep with a nurse he works with.

I barged out of the elevator like a woman on a mission.

Hell, I am a woman on a mission.

My steps never faltered as I headed for the nurses' station. I could hear Edward almost running behind me, but I paid him no attention.

"Bella," Edward gasped behind me, his breathless voice urging me to move forward.

I finally stopped in front of the nurses' station, my eyes bouncing off of heads, looking for her.

After a while, she emerged from the back, her smile irritating the hell out of me.

Of course, Edward had to go sleep with someone pretty.

I stood my ground, my glare almost burning a hole on her face.

Bree must have caught sight of me glaring at her because she stopped whatever it was that she was doing and gave me a fucking smirk.

Her eyes went over to my shoulder and she freaking glowed.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen," she purred, shoving her way to the front of the station.

I turned to look behind me at Edward, and he looked so uncomfortable I might have laughed off if the situation wasn't this crazy. I looked back to Bree, and see her goading smile aimed at me.

"How can I help you, Bella?" she asked, her tone scathingly sweet it makes me want to punch her.

I took a step toward her, my fists clenching at my sides. The murderous look on my face didn't even deter her, but maybe, my punch would.

"You fucking bitch," I hissed under my breath, my arm ready to swing a punch to her face.

She had the audacity to smile at me, and it taunted me. Just as I was about to introduce my fist to her pretty face, someone held me back.

"Bella," Edward whispered at my ear, his arms around me. "Don't do this, please,"

I whirled around to face him, regardless of his arms restraining me.

"Don't do this?!" I almost yelled, my voice sounding hysterical. "What right do you have to tell me what to do?"

"Bella," he said again, this time his tone softer.

I pried his arms away from me and stormed off of the hospital. I can hear Edward following behind me, but I didn't turn back to check.

I was already fuming at this point, my face felt hot and I can feel angry tears pricking at my eyes.

Edward went around and stood in front of me. He leaned his head down, trying to catch my gaze.

"Let me drive you home, Bella," he gently offered, his hands going to my arms.

I stood back from him, my resolve made.

"No," I said, my voice firm and strong.

"But-"

"I said no," I uttered, this time looking Edward straight in the eyes to show him how serious I was.

He stood stoically in the middle of the parking lot as I distanced myself from him. I didn't dare to look back as I headed for my bicycle.

After securing my stuff, I quietly pedaled my way to Charlie's house.

I left Edward standing there, completely unmoving.

There were no tears.

No fights.

Just heartbreak.

AN: Thank you for reading! J