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Chapter Fifty-Six

I stared at him, unable to think of anything to say. My brain refused to believe everything he had told me. I didn't want to believe him.

But there was a part of me, deep inside, that knew it was all true. Knowing this made everything make sense. All the things that had happened. Now it all made sense.

"Please say something," Edward said, his eyes wide and his expression fearful. His fists were shaking.

Slowly I shook my head, "You're lying." I said. I didn't want to believe it.

"Bella, I'm not lying," He grabbed my hand, "I'm not lying, I swear."

I jerked my hand out of his, "All this time… All this time you and everyone have been lying to me? I've been surrounded by murderers and… and no one ever told me?"

"Bella please forgive me," He pleaded, "There were so many times I wanted to tell you but I just—,"

"You what?" I snapped, "Decided it was better I stay ignorant? All this time and you never had the balls to tell me? Everything that happened! And you never told me!"

I threw the blanket off and stomped away from him, looking at the wall. I couldn't bear to look at him right now.

"I'm so sorry Bella," He said, "But I was scared to tell you. I don't want to lose you. I know this is a lot to swallow but—,"

"Get out." I snapped.

"What?"

"I said get out!" I screamed, "I want you to get out! I've lost everything because of you! My home, my business! All because of you! Because of your fucked up family!"

He jumped up quickly, "Don't talk about my family!"

His tone made me jump. His glare softened when he noticed my expression. He took a step towards me, but I backed into the wall. I didn't want him anywhere near me.

"I'm sorry," He said, his hands running through his hair, "I'm sorry I snapped. I didn't mean too. I just… I can't help but get defensive."

"Please get out." I said, "I just want you to leave me alone."

He nodded and walked out of the room. I locked the door behind him, so he wouldn't try to come back in.

I looked around at all the flowers he left me, and their sweetness had turned sour. Each one of them represented the life he had hidden from me. Seeing the flowers ignited a rage within me that I couldn't describe.

I was angry at him. I was angry at his family. I was angry at myself. I came to New York to make something of myself, and instead, I got swept up in a romance that was based on a lie.

I grabbed the flowers and started throwing them. Their vases shattering the petals falling everywhere. I didn't want to see these flowers anymore. I didn't want to be in this room.

I couldn't help the loud, angry shrieks that ripped from my throat. I've lost everything because of him. He destroyed everything I had built.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed my face with water. I heard a little scared meow. Cinnamon had wedged himself behind this bathtub. I sighed and got down on my knees.

"I'm sorry I scared you," I whispered as I pulled him out of the space. He curled up in my arms and started purring loudly against my chest. Cinnamon was the last thing I had of my apartment and my bakery.

Several Hours Later

I stayed in the room most of the day, but soon I became both hungry and thirsty. I knew I needed to come out to get some food. I just hoped I wouldn't see Edward. I couldn't stand to look at him.

Unfortunately, he was standing in the kitchen when I walked down. He paused what he was doing and looked at me, his eyes wide as he waited for me to say something.

I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, then searched for food, ignoring him. I settled on my leftovers. I kept my back towards him as I ate.

When I finished eating, I went to walk up the stairs, but paused. There was something I needed to say to him, and it would only get harder the longer I waited.

"I'm leaving." I said.

"What?"

I turned around to face him, "I'm going back to Forks. I'm going to call Sue and Harry and see if they'll let me stay with them for a while."

"Bella you can't leave."

"Edward I can't be here," I said, "I can barely look at you. I want to go home. I need to get out of New York. I need to think about things."

"No, Bella, you don't understand," He said, "You're in danger. And if you leave here, then you're putting yourself and everyone in danger."

"Wow," I said, looking away from him, "So, I've lost my bakery. My home. And now I can't leave. That's just fucking awesome."

"Bella I'm sorry," he said, walking towards me, "I'm sorry. I'm going to fix everything I swear. We can get back to normal."

"You think you can get us back to normal?" I asked him, "How am I supposed to even trust you! You've been lying to me for months! I've lost everything I built for myself!"

He flinched, "I know… I'm sorry."

"I don't know how I could ever forgive you. How you could ever get my trust back," I said, "How can you think I would accept your way of life? I don't want that for my child," I placed my hand over my stomach protectively, "I don't want any of this. I don't know how your mother, or your sister can accept this life, but I can't."

"What are you saying?" He asked, his eyes widening. I wanted to reach out and grab him. Seeing him in so much pain killed me. But it wasn't enough to make me forgive him.

"I'm saying that, once you fix this mess you've created, I'm going back to Forks. And I'm not coming back." It was hard to get the words out. My voice cracked and tears threatened to spill over.

When I looked up at him, I saw a few tears gently falling down his cheek. The pain in his eyes was too much, I turned and ran up the stairs.

I threw myself onto the bed, clutching the pillow tightly. I felt this odd pain in my chest, like I was having a heart attack. I rubbed my chest, hoping to get rid of this pain, but nothing worked. The pain stayed.

Five Days Later

I hadn't seen Edward since I told him that I was leaving. I mostly stayed up in one of the guestrooms with Cinnamon, only coming out to grab food. I wasn't sure what Edward was doing. He hadn't texted or called me, but I was glad.

The pain in my chest hadn't disappeared. It was still here. Whenever I thought about Edward, the pain hurt worse. I tried not to think about him, but I couldn't help it. He stayed on my mind. I felt like I was being split in two.

There was a part of me that wanted to find him, tell him how much I loved him and how I couldn't stand to be away from him. But then there was the other part of me that kept seeing my bakery burning down, my attacker, and the lies he told me. I couldn't forgive that.

I was flipping through channels when someone knocked on my door. I thought it was Edward, and a part of me got excited, but that excitement was quickly overshadowed by pain and betrayal.

The door opened and Alice walked through the door. She smiled softly at me as she walked in.

"Hey," She said.

"Hey."

"Can I come in?"

I shrugged and turned off the television. I really didn't want to see her, but I wanted to hear what she had to say. None of the other Cullens had reached out to me. I'm assuming they knew Edward had told me everything.

She sat on the chair that was close to the bed, "So, how have you been?"

My eyes narrowed, "Not great."

She nodded, "Yeah. I guess things have been hard. I heard about the bakery, I'm so sorry."

I turned my head and looked at the wall. I didn't want to talk about the bakery.

"I wanted to see if maybe you wanted to do something? Take your mind off things."

"Did Edward send you?" I snapped.

"No, we've been worried about you—,"

"Worried about me?" I hissed, "None of you seemed to worried as you lied to me all this time."

"It's not like we wanted to lie to you—,"

"But you did." I said, "You all did. You knew that all of this was happening to me because of your family and none of you bothered to tell me."

"Bella it killed me to have to lie to you," She said, "There were so many times I wanted to tell you. It's not like any of us wanted to keep this from you, but we can't just tell people what we do to survive."

"Survive!" I said, "Are you fucking kidding me? You all are fucking billionaires! Don't make it sound like your family is struggling to survive! Your all fucking criminals!"

Her face changed from concern to anger in a matter of seconds, "We are not criminals! You don't understand! My family may do things that aren't morally right, but we do it to protect our family! Everything Edward has done for you, buying security cameras, hiring guards, he's done to protect you! Yeah, he fucked up he should've told you a long time ago, we all agree with you there, but he's still he's same Edward that has shelled out millions to protect you. To make sure no one hurts you. He's spending all his time trying to track down the man who's causing all of this chaos so you can get back to normal. All he does is worry about you!"

"Well he doesn't have to worry about me anymore!" I yelled, "Because as soon as this is all cleared I'm leaving."

"Oh really?" She said, standing, "You're leaving him?"

"I am."

"So just like that you don't love him anymore. You want to leave and just get on with your life?"

"I don't love him anymore. He's a liar and a murderer. All of you are liars and murderers."

"You know what, I'd be able to believe that if you weren't wearing his fucking ring," She snapped, "The ring that my mother passed onto you. If you're so angry at him and at my family, then give the ring back."

She left, slamming the door behind her. I looked down at my left hand, staring at the large ring on my finger. I moved to take it off, but there was something inside of me that was preventing it. I couldn't bring myself to take the ring off.

After everything I've been through, I couldn't bring myself to hate Edward or the Cullens, even though I wanted to. I wanted to hate them. But I just couldn't.

Sad chapter. A lot of emotions. Hopefully you guys liked it. Leave me a little review and let me know!