Oh, my sweet peas! Some of you were in serious denial. You knew this story was going to be sad. I warned you many times. *Sigh*

Well, let's see how Edward takes it, huh? I know this was supposed to go out yesterday, but FF didn't want to navigate to the login page. I was quite put out!

Oh, yeah. One other thing, this chapter wasn't pre-read or beta'd. Since I'm dog-tired, there might be mistakes in there.


EPOV

She's a whore.

The doctor gives me my wish and hands me a child that looks nothing like its mother.

Problem was that it looks nothing like me either.

Head of black hair, skin with a russet complexion.

It's not mine.

I don't need a paternity test to tell me she was fucking around.

Anger and disgust ricochet down my spine.

As soon as Tanya signed that contract, her uterus became property of CullDen.

That I was forced to endure…

I ignore my family in the waiting room and call Jenks.

Divorce papers will be sent to her as soon as she gets back from the hospital.

The anger doesn't last.

No.

I can't wait to get home.

Hold you in my arms and start a future together.

But that's not what happens.

Because waiting for me are my own set of papers.

Sitting on the bed next to your pillow.

The one that holds your scent.

There's a note and the papers of termination.

You've left.

It feels like something's reached inside of me and mangled my insides.

I don't blame you.

But, God it hurts so badly.

You didn't have faith that I could make it work.

I don't bother reading the note.

I don't want your goodbyes.

I knew you wanted to be free from this fucked up situation.

You told me your dreams.

I log on to the house network and see you've cleaned out the bank account I had set up for you.

The one you never used.

Smiling, I pack my bag.

Smiling because even though you've left me, I can still take care of you.

Because the empty account means you more than likely won't need to take on another contract.

Smiling because you're the smartest of us all and got away from this craziness.

Because I know what I'm going to do next.

"You're leaving."

I turn and find Carlisle in the doorway.

And I don't even bother nodding my head.

"I'm sorry with the way things turned out, son. Take as much time as you need."

"I'm not coming back."

He's stunned into silence.

I walk past him.

Out of the room.

Wing.

Mansion.

I don't need the company.

Nor the legacy.

I need you.


A/N: So when I plotted this extended version and settled on posting twice a week, I had no idea the story would be a heart fail around Valentines Day. That's next week, folks. Don't pretend you don't like the holiday. My point is, I'm trying to figure out a way to make it up to you. I'll try posting a couple more times this weekend, but no promises.

Well, some of you guessed how it would turn out. *squints eyes and looks into the Twiverse* Where are you?