You've been waiting for this... I know.

Hair ties in the sink.

Laughter.

The smell of coffee and the noise of the dyer on the background.

She smiled and tied the string of her lilac, silky robe tighter around her waist.

"Morning baby," Soft lips kissed hers and she desired to linger.

He pulled away, too soon and she pouted.

He laughed.

"Get your shower, I'll get her started on breakfast." He murmured against the warm skin of her neck.

She hummed in approval before hurrying to the master bedroom.

Once she was standing in the big, walk-in closet, she peered at section.

Her hands touched the delicate, expensive fabrics with a smile on her face.

She threw the cream cashmere sweater over her shoulder before opening a drawer to find the navy, high-waisted slacks she had yet to cut the tags off of.

Blue eyes traced the ring on her left ring finger. Her smile disappeared and gave way to the frown.

She created this herself.

She let it get this far.

She shouldn't have.

The ring was big, far bigger than anything he could have ever gotten her.

She despised the fact that she had gotten this materialistic, but she just couldn't help herself.

She wondered what surprise her husband had for her.

Her husband.

The gorgeous, hard-working creature she promised eternal loyalty and love.

She'd strayed before, she'd promised she wouldn't again.

She should've cancelled the wedding.

But she wouldn't get anything when she left herself.

She needed it, though.

The money.

One time, she really did love him.

Edward Cullen made her heart sing and her body crave him.

His looks, his manners, his family.

He didn't have a lot of money, although he always gave her everything she desired.

He didn't want to have kids with her, she knew that from the start.

Children had never been his thing.

She should've just set him free.

But the proposal, the people, the ring.

She loved it.

She loved his attention, his little gifts and his devotion to her.

She made him change jobs, even though she knew that his job was his greatest joy.

I really need to get my act straight.

After a shower, she moisturized her body in the designer lotion Tyler got her on their last shopping spree and gazed in the mirror.

Her body was good.

Great in fact.

Athletic.

She hated her freckles though. They were all over her body and face and she despised it, along with her natural strawberry blonde hair.

"Baby? You coming?" Tyler's voice travelled up the stairs and into their bedroom, where Tanya was getting ready.

"Just a sec!" Stepping in some peep-toe, nude heels she took one final glance in the mirror.

This was meant to be.

This is perfect.

We are perfect.

Hair blown-out perfectly and smiling widely, she enters the kitchen to have breakfast.

She gave the little girl a kiss on the head and twirls one pigtail of mahogany hair around her manicured fingers.

She sat down.

Tyler poured her coffee.

Door bell.

Quizzical looks at the table.

"Who's that at this hour?" She frowned and lifted the mug to her lips, sipping ever so slightly.

"I'll get it." Tyler rose from his chair, taking his slice of toast with him.

She watches him, the broad shoulders and towering height.

The fit of his suit is impeccable.

"Tanya?" Deep voice, questioning.

Was it an order that came in?

"I'll be right back, babygirl." She tells the little girl and walks over to the front door.

Heels click-clacking on the hardwood floors.

The wind from outside made her shiver, wrapping her arms around herself.

She smiles sweetly at Tyler.

Tyler is.. pissed.

Tyler's eyes are dull and far away.

"Registered letter for Mrs. Tanya Cullen?"

Her heart sank.

She grew hot all over.

She started shaking.

Her face was beet red.

"What is all this?" Tyler spat, taking the delivery slip from the mailman.

The words on the manilla envelope flashed in red before her eyes.

Cullen.

Attorney.

Registered letter.

He got a lawyer.

"Who's 'Cullen'? Tanya?"

She stumbled over her words.

"Can you sign please?" The mailman ushered.

She took the stylus with trembling fingers.

She was glad she wasn't a lefty. She would've had to look at the ring if she was.

She signed.

Denali.

"Ah, sorry. But I need to deliver this to Mrs. Cullen, this says something else."

"Are you not Mrs. Tanya Cullen?"

Fuck you, mailman.

Tyler's grip on the front door might have splintered the entire thing.

Knuckles white.

Eyes blazing.

She couldn't look at him.

The man, one of the men she betrayed.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, voice breaking as she resigned.

Tanya Cullen.

The door slammed close. Hard.

They were outside, Tyler gripped her upper arms tightly as she forced her to look into his eyes.

Watery blues met blazing browns.

"What the fuck is this!" He demanded.

"I-I don't know," she stammered.

"Tanya Cullen?"

"I can explain, Ty. I really can," tears were flowing freely now, mascara running down her face.

Tyler snatched the envelope out of Tanya's hand and ripped it to shreds, revealing its content.

"I was hoping you might have been a widow, but.. The fuck! You're fucking married?" He yelled.

She was sure the neighbors could hear.

The entire street could hear.

Tyler threw the papers at her, one sharp edge gliding along her cheek.

She could feel the sting of the paper cut.

"How could you?" Tyler broke down.

"I fucking proposed to you! You've been playing mother dearest for my daughter for all this time. You've been telling me you loved me and you have a fucking husband!"

"I want you out. Now, right this second. Go."

"But I don't have anywhere to go… Tyler please, I do love you." She sobbed.

He pulled away from her.

"Get the fuck out of my house! Take your phone and go. God knows how many more boyfriends or fiancés you have. You disgusting little cheating bitch!"

"I want the ring back. Now." He held out his hand so Tanya could drop the rock in his palm.

"Please," she plead.

"I fucking knew this was too good to be true." Tyler muttered before he slammed the door in Tanyas face, locking it firmly.

With shaking fingers, she dialled the number and ran a few fingers under her eyes.

Damage control.

The phone rang and rang.

No answer.

She texted.

She called.

She looked around, thankful that no one was outside as she walked and kept on walking, out of sight of the neighborhood she'd grown so fond of.

She dialled again.

She listened.

"Hello?"

She tried to smile, at least a little.

"Hi, baby. I miss you," she breathed as rage consumed her.

A sigh.

"Laurent? Laurent, it's me. It's Tanya."

"What's wrong?"

"I told you. I miss you." She played the innocence card. After all, he didn't know.

"I told you Tan. I can't do this anymore. I told you for months and months."

Another sigh.

"I'm getting a divorce." She breathed.

"I'll have to see it if you want me to believe you."

"Please, let me come see you."

"I can't."

Beep tone.

Line disconnected.