Hey sorry that I have been off for so long. My mother broke her back and I have been busy taking care of her and with all the hospital visits/doctor appts./surgeries I have hardly any time to write.

I will send previews for upcoming chapters to make it up to the people that have reviewed and I have started on the next chapter.

Note: EPOV will be broke up some more - at least 1 if not 2 more.

EPOV

Everything was dark. I could hear someone moving things and walking around. Whispering. But to who? I had no idea.

I wanted to try to open my eyes and see where the hell I was, but….

It hurt too much.

I placed both of my hands at the top of my forehead to console my aching migraine that was brewing. "Ugh," I moaned.

"Edward," Tanya said. "Are you okay?" Her tone was soft and sugary sweet.

I forced my eyes open and searched my surroundings for her. She was about a foot away from me. I sat up and realized that she was laying in bed…next to me.

Shit!

I pulled the sheet that was covering me up to my chin. I knew that I was naked, and needed to get in touch with reality before I made any sudden movements or judgments.

Tanya, on the other hand, was laying with her head on the pillow next to me. She had a blanket barely covering the essential parts.

What had I done?

I sat there for what seemed forever, trying to replay all of the previous nights events through my head. I needed to think. I had to concentrate.

Why did I have to have my head pounding like it had just been slammed through a windshield?

Nothing. Blank. All a blur. Those were the only words I could use to describe last night.

Why could I not remember?

Tanya was rolled over on her side, watching me. Studying me.

I kept my eyes only focused on her face, averted away from the rest of her. "What in the hell happened?"

"Do you remember anything, Edward?"

Ah, no.

I attempted to get a read on her face. Trying to decipher anything that might give me clue to what I was praying to the good Lord above, did not happen.

It was not looking to good at the moment, considering the facts. Me naked. Her naked. Bed all a mess. Not remembering a damn thing that happened.

You get the picture. All points were leading to the two of us having sex. Tanya and I. Not Bella and I.

"No. I mean nothing," I stuttered at the thought of the two of us, in bed. "Ugh, Tanya. Did we?"

Please say no.

Please say no.

"Well, Edward, from the looks of things, what do you think happened?"

No!

"If it did…how?" I was trying to come to terms with my uncertain reality.

"I don't know, Edward. I hardly remember anything before waking up in bed next to you."

"But you do remember some things?"

"A few. Most of them were just images and sounds. I remember the two of us dancing, I think. Maybe having a couple more drinks in the VIP section, but that's about it."

"Great."

"Do you recall anything about us going downstairs?"

And that would be another no answer from me.

"Just you, me and James going down on the elevator. After that…nothing." I watched as the words hit her like I slapped her in the face. If I did, I meant we did, this than I regretted everything about it. If I had sex, or better yet, made love, to someone, I want to remember everything about it. How she looked, how she felt. Everything. If we did something…I would have never done that to Bella. Not like that.

Tanya needed to understand that this was a mistake. For so many reasons.

I was so confused, so much more than I could have ever thought possible.

"Edward." She moved over closer to me, now only inches away from my body. "How do you feel about me?" Her eyes were pleading with mine.

How did I feel?

If I was being totally honest, I did have feelings for her, but not as strong as the way I felt for Bella. Never had I ever felt that way, and I doubted anyone ever would make me feel that way, again. The relationship with Bella was different on so many levels.

But there was something. And that small window of uncertainty was ruining my life.

"I do care about you, Tanya." I looked away, afraid that my words would pain her in some way.

"As friends…or more?" she asked, her voice deflated.

I glanced over at her and witnessed wetness glistening below her right eye. She was beginning to cry. "More." The words came out as a whisper. I tried to keep my answer held back, but my inner voice, my conscience, wanted to be heard. "But you have to understand, Tanya, I love Bella. I am in love with Bella. You and I had our shot and it did not work for so many reasons. I don't even want to speculate on what happened last night, considering that neither one of us knows for 100 percent." My head was pounding some more and I needed to get her out of this bed before someone came and found us in the compromising situation.

"I know that you love Bella, Edward. For Christ's sake, she is all you ever talk about. But I cannot help how I feel. I can't just turn it off like a light. I wish I could."

"Tanya, I don't know what to say…"

"I know that you don't. I didn't say those things to change your mind, Edward. I just want you to think about what you really want." Tanya made her way out of the bed and sauntered her way to the bathroom. I watched what she was doing at first, but when I saw her naked form, I had to look away.

I loved Bella.

While she was away from me, I quickly gathered my pants on the floor and put them on. I felt my phone buzzing me in my pocket, letting me know that I had missed a few messages.

A few from Jasper, Emmett, my publicist, Carmen, and of course, Alice.

They were all pissed. Telling from the tone of each one, my parting last night with Tanya garnered a lot of attention from the media. I opened up my lap top that was in the other room and typed in my name.

I cringed as I watched Youtube videos of Tanya and I dancing and making out repeatedly at the nightclub we went to last night.

Bella must hate me right now.

Shit! I hated myself for not remembering anything, and I wanted to kick my own ass for doing what I did in those videos last night with Tanya.

"You had quite the night, Eddie," James's voice scared me and made me jump. He was sitting on the far lounge chair facing me, reading the newspaper.

I placed my hand in my hair and started to tug at it. "What…what happened last night?"

"What did you see?" He stood and made his way over towards me to take a look at what I had just watched. "It looks like to me that you had one hell of a good time." He hit me on the upper back in congradulations. "I never knew you had it in you."

"James, just stop. I need to know everything that happened." I walked away from where he was standing and took a deep breath. "All that I remember was having a drink with you and Tanya and then the three of us leaving to go down to one of the clubs downstairs. After that, it's all a blur."

James started to laugh. "Man, you got w-a-s-t-e-d. I told you to slow down, but shit, you kept slammin' them down. And then you and Tanya…" He whistled at a high pitch. "That was hot."

Tanya must have heard me talking to someone and came out of the bedroom, luckily for my sake, fully dressed.

"Wow. I take that back," James said as he watched her come into the room. "It looks like you had a really good time." He started to snicker.

Bastard.

"Hello, James," Tanya greeted him with a sly smile.

Why was she not embarrassed about this as I was?

"Hello, Tanya. Did you have a good night?" he asked and walked over to the coffee tray, pouring two cups and offering them to both Tanya and I.

I readily accepted, needing some caffeine to help me get some shock induced perspective on the situation.

"I don't really know what all happened. But I'm not being a baby about it." Tanya glared in my direction. Obviously she was a little testy after our talk in the bedroom.

"Well that's a good thing I guess." James cracked a smile and a brief laugh. "Here, Eddie, take two of these. It'll help I promise." He had in his open hand two small round pills, nothing like the usual Tylenol I took when I had a headache.

"What is it?"

"Something to help you with the hangover, you're most definitely suffering from. Man, you look like shit."

"I'll ask again. What is it?" My head was pounding so bad I just wanted to go back to bed and deal with everything later, after I had some more sleep and possibly my stomach pumped.

He shook his head and sighed. "Do you want to feel better or not? Now here, take it." James raised his hand up closer to my face. I grabbed the two pills and tossed them into my open mouth, chasing them with my coffee.

"Now good. Now that's done, why don't you go lay back down for a little while." James escorted me away from where Tanya was and whispered in my ear. "I'll clean up this little mess and take care of everything. Now go get some rest." His voice got louder for Tanya to now here us. "You have a big day later on today, and I don't think that your brother would like it too much if you showed up like this. So go get some rest and I will book you a later flight."

I felt so horrible and could not muster the energy to disagree with him. I could deal with everything later. After I slept.

I don't even recall my head hitting the pillow, but I was awakened to the sound of shouting coming from the living room area of my suite.

"I don't care if he's on his deathbed, wake the bastard up, James," Emmett yelled.

I groggily opened my eyes and tried to sit up. As soon as I did, I had the sudden urge to vomit. I grabbed the nearest waste can and regurgitated everything that had been in my stomach. I felt worse then before and fell back onto the bed again, grabbing my pounding head and forcing my eyes closed.

Someone stormed closer to the room and slammed open the door.

"Oh, great. There you are. What in the hell are you doing, Edward?" Emmett pounded his hand against the wall, making a hole in the drywall. My eyes flew open. There was no way he was going to let me avoid him now.

He was livid. Could I blame him?

I was hoping that James got Tanya out of here before he had any chance to see her.

Jasper walked over to the bed. "Edward, ugh," he said as he must have smelt the contents of the trash can that was near his feet. "We've got to go, or we will be late for the flight. Now get your ass up and let's go."

James came into the room and stood in the doorway. "I've already called and booked him a later flight for later on this afternoon. I'll make sure that he gets there on time. Now, Emmett, Jasper, go on, you can see he is no way to go anywhere right now."

I was praying that James's words would not fall on deaf ears at the moment. I felt like shit and just needed the pillow, the bed, and some more sleep.

Emmett grabbed James by the front of his shirt and James did not even flinch. "I don't know what you are up to, James, but right now I don't have time for your shit. You better make sure in the shit that he is in Forks by the time the wedding starts tonight or so help me, I will…"

"He'll be there. Just go," James answered and Emmett released him from his grasp. James stood back away from him and straightened out his shirt while Emmett took one last glance at me.

"I hope you know that you really screwed up this time, Edward." He shook his head and left the room.

Jasper stood there and watched as Emmett exited the room. I readily expected him to follow, but he lingered.

"I thought you wanted to work things out with her and now you made everything worse." Jasper looked straight at me without any hint of emotion.

"I know."

"Well I hope your happy," he said and walked out leaving me there with just James.

No way in hell I was happy.

"Just get some sleep. I'll wake you in a couple hours so you can get up, get cleaned up and then we'll leave."

"Okay."

It was almost one in the afternoon. James informed me that he chartered a private plane for the two of us and that was should be in Forks about an hour before the wedding. Once we boarded the plane, I fell back asleep and only woke up after we landed. Luckily, James had enough foresight to make sure there was a helicopter waiting and had us at my parents' rented house in Forks in a fraction of the time. When I arrived, my parents were already gone, but both of my brothers were there getting ready.

"Look who finally showed up, Jasper," Emmett said with all possible hostility.

"Yeah, I see the bastard finally decided to grace us with his presence."

"Guys, I know I screwed up and that I need to explain everything…" I started to say before Emmett interrupted.

"I've got what," he said and looked at his watch, "half an hour for you to explain just what was so much more important than spending the evening with your brother, the night before he's to get married. Oh, I know what." He mockingly laughed. "A piece of ass like Tanya Denali."

"Em."

"Don't," he forcefully said as he finished putting on his tux. "Jasper, the car will be here in a couple of minutes." He walked out of the room, completely ignoring that I was even there.

"I'll be right there," Jasper answered and turned around to the mirror to evaluate himself.

"Jasper, I am so sorry. I don't even know what happened."

"Save it, asshole. You need to save your little speeches for someone who gives a shit."

"I'm telling you the truth. I have no idea what happened. I don't remember anything that happened last night."

"Well it sure in the shit looks like you had a good time. One question though, did you plan it?"

"Plan what?"

"You know, send your girl some flowers to cover your tracks so it would look like you had all the intentions of trying to make things up to her, and then what? Call Tanya and have her meet you there so the two of you could get all…"

I closed my eyes. I knew what it all looked like.

"Jasper, no! I completely forgot that I even sent Bella the roses. I sent them last because I love her more than anything."

"Well that's not what it looks like, Edward. If that's what your love for someone looks like, I'd hate to be in any type of relationship with you. Now I have to go, but if I were you, I'd stay clear of everyone right now. Rose and Alice are out for blood, I don't blame them and I'm not going to stop them either."

"Understood. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"You better hurry. You only have a little over an hour."

"I know."

Jasper left with Emmett shortly thereafter, leaving me to get ready on my own. When James arrived almost an half an hour later with a car to take us to the wedding, he was talkative as ever.

"Well you clean up nice," he said as I entered the car, sitting in the back seat of the dark sedan next to him.

I had nothing to say. I kept my eyes on the window and watched as all the trees past by on our way to the Swan's property. I was dreading every moment that was bringing me closer to my personal moral trial.

After a few minutes of silence, James broke the silence, "I hope they don't mind that I am maybe bringing a different guest. I don't know for sure if she's even going to come, so I sent everything to Demetri a couple of hours ago, so there will hopefully be no problem at the security checkpoint."

That was odd. I talked to Victoria, James's longtime girlfriend, last week, and all she spoke about was coming to the 'wedding of the year' as she put it.

"Why isn't Vicky coming?"

"Oh, she's under the weather. And if you ask me, she's being a real bitch, so I told her to stay home."

"Okay. Then who did you invite?"

"Well you see, I'd tell you, but then I'd jinx the whole thing. She probably won't even show up, so no use even getting excited about it," he said and then remained quiet for the next few minutes until we arrived at the wedding.

As soon as we were parked, I did not even wait for the driver to open the car door for me. I jumped at the chance to get some fresh air and actually think about everything with an open mind.

For the next few minutes, I was ushered around by all of my mother's minions who were helping her with the final touches for the wedding. Part of me just wanted to dash off unnoticed and try to see Bella, even if she would not speak to me.

The wedding was just about to begin, and still both of my brothers were shunning me. If it were up to Emmett at this point, I truly believed that he would have substituted me with any stranger he could. The girls were lining up from outside the barn, underneath a canopy. Jasper and Angela's boyfriend, Ben were waiting to escort their counterparts down the aisle. At the last minute, it was decided by my mother that I would await Bella's arrival where Emmett was standing, not escort her like the other's. When the girls walked in, my stomach plunged in anticipation of seeing her. I had no idea what was going to be awaiting me.

Hate? Love? Hopefully somewhere in the middle.

The classical music began and as she entered, I realized that no memory, even how short term it was, ever did her justice.

She made her way to the front and kept her eyes on Emmett and I only caught her eyes stealing a glimpse of me for just a brief moment.

At least it was something.

Throughout the duration of the ceremony, my eyes were fixated on Bella. Any sudden movement and I was attuned to her instinctively. As the ceremony was about to come to a close, I realized that at least I would be able to touch Bella, even in some small minute way when I was to escort her back down the isle. My whole body was writhing with excitement at the chance to feel her skin again. When I went to offer her my arm, she willingly accepted it like there had been no distance between us for all this time.

No problems at all. How I wish it was true. As soon as we exited the barn, she left my side when she caught sight of the others standing off next to the barn doors, waiting for the photographer to begin taking pictures.

I tried to talk to her, two times in fact, and each time she shot me down. All I wanted to do was explain everything. Bare my soul and ask her for her forgiveness. But until I knew exactly what was going on myself I had no idea even where to start. Except to say that I was sorry.

By the time that I made it back to the reception, James's date finally showed up. It was the one person, the last person in fact, that I needed to be here tonight of all nights.

Tanya.

How could he?

How could she?

I was so angry at both of them for him inviting her, and for her actually having the audacity of coming to this event. One that she knew Bella would be at.

To say I was seething would be an understatement.

I glanced at my brothers and their counterparts to see if she had been noticed yet.

Too late. Alice and Rose were both looking my way, probably thinking insanely morbid thoughts of how to do away with my body and dispose of any evidence. I grabbed James's arm and swung him around so no one could see what I was saying.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing bringing Tanya here?" My voice was low, but harsh. There was no way that I wanted him to misinterpret my utter anger at him for what he was doing.

"I just thought that since the two of you hit it off so well last night that it could not hurt for you to have a friend here with you tonight. Plus think of all the publicity this is going to be for the two of you being here together at your brother's intimate wedding. This is going to play out like a goldmine in the press."

I could not believe that he was seriously standing here, not even two feet in front of me spouting out this madness.

"You need to get her our of here. Now." I could feel the anger building like a storm inside me.

I turned away from him and went looking for Bella. If I did not explain myself before she caught sight of Tanya at the reception, I had no idea what would happen.

As soon as I went out the barn doors, I saw Bella heading into her house. I hurried as fast as I could to catch up with her, but stayed far enough behind, so she would be unable to willingly ignore me.

When I made my way into her house, I heard movement upstairs coming from Bella's room. I leapt up the stairs and went to her room, hoping to corner her there and basically force her into listening to what I had to say. I realized she was in the bathroom and sat on her bed waiting for her. When she saw me there, waiting for her, it did not garner the exact response I was wishing for. She looked like she hated me and there was no way I could blame her.

"Look, Edward, I know that you want to talk , but we do have a reception that we both need to get to, and depending on how you plan on explaining everything, then I think you may want to wait until after Rose and Emmett leave for their honeymoon for this conversation. I do not want to ruin their day."

I needed to know.

"Bella, why did you not come to Vegas? You knew that I wanted to talk to you, about everything," I said.

If she would have been there everything would be so very different right now.

"Did you not hear me? I said I do not want to get into this right now," she said and started to walk out of the room.

I needed her to hear me out. Listen, and maybe find away to forgive me. So I blocker her from leaving.

"Bella," I pleaded.

"What?" Bella spat back. "What is so damn important that you need to say right now that you couldn't have said to me earlier on the phone, or even before all this bullshit started?"

Please listen.

"I'm sorry."

For everything.

"That's all that you have to say to me? 'I'm sorry.' Well I'm sorry, that does nothing for me right now."

I could see that my apology meant nothing to her. I needed to act remorseful also.

"Bella, I don't want to upset you, I just wanted to explain everything that happened. I need you to hear it from me."

Listen to me.

"Too bad I've already heard, and seen, lots of things. Not. From. You." she said and pointed at my chest.

This conversation was becoming heated.

"That is why I wanted to talk to you the other night about everything, not here."

"You are unbelievable, you know that? What is there to say? Sorry, Bella, I don't love you anymore, that's why I am traipsing around town, making you look like an absolute fool while you are completely oblivious to the fact that I have moved on, oh and with my famous ex-girlfriend, who I happen to working on a movie with in another country," Bella said with so much anger.

Tears were starting to trickle down her face.

I can fix this. Please let me fix this. I need you.

"Stop. Right. Now. We need to figure this out. Bella, I do love you, but…"

But.

The one word that should have never escaped my lips. And there it was.

"But what, Edward? What is the only thing that has changed between us?"

No matter what I did right now I was going to screw everything up. Jasper was right, I treated her like shit and I was now getting what I deserved.

She looked me deadpan in the face and started to cry real unabridged tears that were like a flood, no longer contained by a damn.

She stood there for what seemed like forever and I felt hopeless as to what to do. I wanted to grab her and tell her everything would be all right, that I would make everything better, but for the first time in my life I myself felt totally and completely lost.

I was not only ruing my own life at this point, but I was taking down the one thing in the world I undoubtedly ever loved.

Her look of sadness turned to anger as she turned away from me and walked back into the bathroom. I had to try anything to make her understand how absurd the thought of my not being in love with her sounded.

I grabbed her hand to get her attention. "You know you are being absolutely ridiculous. That is not what is going on. Now will you just stop for a minute and let me explain?"

Bella looked at me, appalled by my statement. "I'm being ridiculous. I have done nothing wrong. You on the other hand, lied to me."

"No, I didn't."

She challenged, "Did you go to Paris with her when you had a chance to come home and see me, like we had originally planned?"

She was right.

"Bella," I said as I tried to think of a way to tell her without disclosing what happened to Tanya.

She just stood there.

"What do you want me to say? Yes? No? Look, Bella, it was not like that."

I wanted to be with you.

"Did you lie to me? Did you not tell me that you had to reshoot some scenes and that was why you could not come home?" .

I hung my head. I was caught. I needed, no wanted to tell her, but I couldn't.

"Well?"

"Yes, I did go to Paris with her, but it is not what you think."

"So, you just expect me to stand here and listen to more of your lies?" Her anger was at its boiling point.

What was I to say?

"I thought so, now if you wouldn't mind, I have a reception to get to," she said and made her way past me.

I let her go. I let her walk right past me when I should have sat her down and explained everything about what happened to Tanya, but how could I even begin to explain last night, when I, myself, still had no idea what in the hell happened.

After a short pep talk to myself, I went down to the reception and was met by Tanya and James who were waiting for me outside. I tried to ignore both of them, but James put himself deliberately in my path and with all the onlookers standing about, just waiting to probably pick up on the latest gossip to report to any rag they could and score a little cash for the juicy story of tonight's events, I decided I would do best to try and quash this situation before it got out of hand.

"James," I said as I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off to the side. "I told you to get her out of here. I have enough going on and you know what this will do, tonight of all nights. I want her gone. Now."

"Edward, I have all ready called a car service for her and they will be here shortly. I am sorry if this has upset you. I just thought," he said before I cut him off.

"You, James, thought that you would bring her here and what make a scene with Bella and me? Well luckily Bella does not know that she is here and I want her gone before she has the chance to see her. I mean it," I said and stormed off into the reception before my absence was even more noticeable.

I came in just in time to hear Bella's speech to Emmett and Rose. I stood off to the side and just watched and listened. As she came to a close her eyes became fixated on me and it was not until I heard the applause right behind me and James's voice shouting, "Bravo," that I realized her attention was not on me, nut on James, and even worse, Tanya.

She hurried off stage with the help of Angela and Alice. I wanted to go after her, but two of my mother's wedding minions forced me onstage to give my toast. I reluctantly conceded and made my way to the microphone.

To say I was completely unprepared would be a gross understatement.

"Um, hello everyone. I just wanted to tell my brother and my new sister," I said and bowed my head sheepishly to the two of them, who were standing in the front of the crowd. "How excited I am for the two of you as you begin your life together and want to wish you all the happiness, love and joy that you could ever hope for. To Rose and Emmett," I said and held up a glass towards them.

As soon as I was clear, I jumped down off the stage to go find Bella, but by the time I headed out one exit and around to the next, I already heard her back onstage addressing the crowd yet again.

I kept toward the back, not wanting to disturb her when she started to sing.

"You are right. She does have a fantastic voice," Tanya said as she came up behind me. Bella had just finished the song and the whole room was applauding her.

I beamed. "She does. Her voice is like that of an angel, " I said and turned to face Tanya. "Tanya, look, I know that you might think I am being mean, but I don't need this tonight. I wanted to see Bella here without any…"

"Distractions? Problems?" she said with a genuine smile. "Look I understand completely. I know that you are in love with her, I just…I don't know, hoped for something that was never, ever, going to be."

"Tanya, I'm sorry."

"Excuse me," Bella said, her voice thick with anger.

I was so screwed.

"Ahh, umm, Bella, hi. You were great up there," I said, completely surprised by her proximity at this moment. "This is….."

I was such a dumb shit.

Bella shocked the shit out me and reached her hand to greet Tanya.

"Hi, you must be, Tanya? I'm Bella." She was faking it.

And caught Tanya off guard as to what to say.

"Yes, hi, Bella. I have heard so much about you from Edward. It's so nice to finally meet you."

Even Tanya was faking it now also.

Please be nice. Both of you.

I had no idea what to say and was just about to say something when Bella left.

There was no way I could leave it like that. Her walking up on me, talking to Tanya. Basically confirming everything that she was accusing me of. So I followed her up the path to her kitchen door and let myself in.

I had to say something and spotted the flowers that I had delivered to her. "I see you got the roses I sent you." I took a few steps and played with the petals a bit as I spoke.

"Yeah, I did."

"Bella, I know how things may look right now."

"You have no idea how things look right now. Right now, it looks like you got involved with me, and then the second that you and I were apart, you found something newer and shinier."

The opposite, actually.

"Bella…"

That was never the case. I wanted you. I always wanted you. I missed you so much, but I was so wrong. About many, many things.

"Edward, I think that all of this was a huge mistake; you, me, us. I don't even think I want to hear an explanation anymore because what difference would it make? The fact is you chose her over me. I don't want to know the circumstances or hear how you got in this situation with her in the first place, I think it just might break my heart completely."

I needed to reach out to her, make her understand that it has always been her. Always would be her that I wanted no matter what. I was so confused how to straighten out this mess. I took a step towards her and she put up her hands to block me.

"Bella, I'm not with her. I love you. Her and I are just friends and she has been having a hard time, that's all this is. Nothing more. We can fix this." My voice was a little harder, firmer.

"That's the problem, we can't,"

Yes we can. If two people love each other they can.

Bella started to shake her head. "You should have told me this before, not now. Every picture, every rumor had grounds for everyone talking about the two of you and you made me look like an absolute fool, Edward. And I don't care what you say about being friends, because the two of you look like a hell of a lot more than friends."

I tried again to come closer towards her.

"Bella, I can't tell you exactly what has been going on, but she needed me."

"So did I, Edward. So did I, and you were never here. I understand that you have a job, and one that required you to be halfway around the world, but dammit, Edward, how do you think I felt when I saw the pictures of you and her holding hands in Paris and then you having your arm around her?"

"Bella, I'm sorry. I truly am. I never meant to hurt you in any way like this."

"Hurt me, Edward? Why did she come to Las Vegas?"

"To see me."

Wrong answer.

She snorted.

"And you want to still stand here and tell me that nothing is going on between the two of you?"

Do I lie? Tell the truth? Tanya wants everything to do with me.

"Edward, do you have feelings for Tanya?"

I knew there was no way I could all out lie to Bella. I doubted I ever could. "Bella, she's a friend of mine."

That's sort of the truth.

"That's not what I asked. Do the two of you have feelings for each other?"

I closed my eyes, hoping that there was some way out of this.

Bella raised her arms up at me, to add to the effect.

"She's told me that she has feelings for me."

"And you?" Bella asked.

"Bella," I said apologetically. What was I going to do?

I think my eyes said it all. I did, on some small scale have feelings for Tanya if I was being honest with myself. But she was not Bella. I was in love with Bella.

"Then why in the hell did you and I make love, Edward? Why did you give me a promise ring if all you were going to do was just break every single promise that you ever made to me? You said you gave me your heart, but apparently you had buyer's remorse about the whole damn thing."

"I gave you a promise ring because I love you. We made love because we love each other, I have never regretted you."

Bella walked over to the newspaper and held up a picture of and Tanya and me in Vegas. Even I had to cringe.

"Yeah, this really looks like you loving me."

I looked harder at the picture, and even though it was me, something was off. I would never willingly act like that, hanging all over any woman, let alone Tanya. And I only remember having one drink, upstairs. One drink could not bring about all this.

"You know what? You can have this back," Bella said and took off the promise ring I gave her. She grabbed at my hand and forced it open. Placing the ring in my open palm.

She was attempting to leave when I grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving. I had to swing her around to face me. This felt like my last ditch effort at saving the one thing that was precious to me.

"Bella, stop. Can we talk about this please? I love you. I don't know how I got into this mess," he said and sat down on the kitchen chair in front of him, still not letting my arm go.

"I will ask one final time. Do you have feelings for her, at all, and not this friend bullshit? Tell me the truth, please," she pleaded.

It all was a lost cause now. "I don't know."

Bella huffed and went towards the roses I sent her. "Then why did you send these?"

It was only then that I noticed the few tears that were dripping off my cheeks.

"Because I love you, Bella. I've just missed you so much and her and I have spent all this time together and I don't know exactly how I feel about her, but I don't want to lose you over this. I just need some time to figure things out. I love you, Bella. Please?"

I was begging now.

"Please what? You just stood here and told me to my face that you want me to give you time while you figure out whether or not you have feelings for someone else. I can't believe you. How can you say you love me and say those words to me in the same sentence?"

"Because, I don't want to lose you over this." I was defeated.

Bella picked up the flowers and threw them and the card that I sent to her on the ground.

"Edward, apparently you lost me about a month ago, or whenever you started to have feelings for her, more than just friends. Goodbye, Edward."

She walked out the door and left me standing there. I watched as she seemed to glide back down the trail to the reception. I knelt down and picked up all the roses and their accompaniment. The water was flowing freely from my eyes making it hard to see what I was doing.

How could I have done so much damage? I seriously needed help and at this point I had screwed everything up so much that even my brothers wanted nothing to do with me.

Could I blame them?

So after a few minutes, I went back and sought out the two people that I knew would listen. My parents. They were sitting at a table with a few of their oldest friends, mainly people from the industry. I greeted everyone and sat down next to my father, explaining that I needed to speak to him.

"Everyone, if you could excuse us," my father said to everyone. The three of us stood and headed over to a more secluded area to talk. A few steps before we reached a table, I glanced over and saw Bella talking to Caius and Marcus.

My mother sat down first, patting the chair next to her for me to sit and my father stood behind her, standing watch.

"Now what has you so upset, Edward?" my mother, Esme, asked. A worried look was strewn across her face.

I only had to turn my head for her to understand.

"Oh, Edward. I have talked to you about everything happening in the spotlight. Things will settle down and then you and Bella…"

"Mom, things are so much worse then you could even believe." I held my head low. This was not some simple squabble that was being played out in the magazines. I felt like I was losing everything. Including who I really was. I would never, not in a thousand, even a million, years get drunk and make a spectacle of my self out in public, let alone, just randomly sleep with another girl, when I was already in a committed relationship with another.

My father, Carlisle, stepped behind me to give me a pat on the pack. "Why don't you tell us what happened."

I scooted my chair back so the three of us formed a small circle once Carlisle pulled up a chair next to me. I kept my eyes on Bella, using her as a focal point to keep me centered while I spoke.

For the next several minutes, I gave my parents the whole, unadulterated Cliff-notes version of everything that had happened from the night that Bella and I made love until last night.

"You don't remember anything about last night, at all?" Carlisle asked.

I was worried they were going to berate me for my actions, but they refrained.

"Nothing. I remember having a drink with Tanya and James in the suite before I was to go down and meet up with Emmett, Jasper and everyone else. Other than that…"

My father abruptly pulled out his Iphone and was texting rather quickly.

"Carlisle, what do you…" My mother started to ask. He ignored her, causing her to huff and roll her eyes in silent protest.

"Edward, I sent over a message to Forks General Hospital. I want you to go to the third floor and ask for Doctor Maggie Kirkpatrick. She is a college of mine that I trust completely, and I asked her to run a few tests on you until I can make it there later on this evening, after everything is settled down for the night here. Do you understand?"

"Dad, do you think that something happened?" I asked, a little unsure of what he was saying.

"Carlisle, is that what you're thinking?" my mother asked.

"From Edward's description, it would lead me to think so, but we need to know for sure and make sure nothing else is in his system."

"You think I was drugged?"

"Yes, I do. Now," Carlisle said as he waved Peter, my mom's private security guard, over. "Peter, we need to get Edward to the hospital without any commotion, okay?"

Peter nodded and started talking into his security mouthpiece and stepped aside for us to finish our conversation.

Just then, the lights went dim and Bella took the stage again behind the microphone and started to sing Take a Bow.

I knew who it was directed at. Emotion always was better in a song when it is real.

"I'll see you in a little while, Edward," my father instructed.

Esme blew me a kiss and took a seat, trying not to raise any suspicions.

I stood there in the back while Peter and a couple more in his detail were awaiting a couple feet ahead.

I listened to the pain and the anger in her voice and knew that I was the cause of all of it.

"We have to go, Edward."

"I know," I said and left through the side doors. As I made my way to the SUV that was waiting for me, I could hear Bella's voice ring through the night air.

"I'm sorry, Bella," I whispered.