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Edward
My mind was still with the brunette whom I left this morning. Isabella Swan, that was her name I'd seen it on a piece of mail as I was heading out the door. I wanted to call Jasper and ask for him to a background check on her but that seemed like overstepping. After all, I didn't plan on seeing her again.
I was on my way to the hospital even though today was my off day there had been an accident on the highway and I was needed. I dreaded work as I knew I'd see Doctor James Hunter there, though since the divorce he hasn't worn his usual smirk. After all, he hadn't gotten his hands on my money liked he'd planed when he stole my wife. I will never understand how he thought I'd be stupid enough to marry without a prenup or how she failed to realize the prenup she signed meant she couldn't touch my money.
I reached the hospital and quickly changed out of my everyday clothes and into scrubs. It was a bad accident several casualties, and many in critical condition, I'd be here for the rest of the day. On the bright side we were so busy I didn't run into James. Around evening things finally calmed and I was getting ready to leave.
I was walking toward the parking lot having already changed out of my shrubs. As I reached the lobby familiar bright red-hair caught my eye. I walked straight toward the doors but she spotted me and called out to me.
"Edward, there you are I've been waiting for you." She says.
"Why? Are you sure you're not here for Doctor Hunter?" I replied glaring at her.
"I… I" she paused as if for effect rather than hesitance. "I was hoping we could talk. Maybe go out for dinner tonight?"
I moved to pass her saying, "we have nothing to talk about."
"I love you," she stats and I stop turning back to her.
I stare down watching a look of triumph cross her face. That look quickly falls when I say, "You love my money, not me. You never loved me."
"That's not true," she replies glaring.
"Then why did you have an affair? If you love me, why did you try to go after my money in the divorce? And didn't you James and his lawyer that you'd signed a prenup?" I demanded.
"I didn't and don't want your money. James made me do all of that, and I didn't realize we had a prenup until the divorce. I love you, I made a mistake." She had started to cry but I knew she was faking. She was good at crying on command, had even bragged about it to me once.
I sighed and turned away walking to my car. I was tired of this argument and ready to go home. I left her standing there leaving the hospital and heading home.
When I reached my house I changed quickly before throwing myself on the bed. I closed my eyes hoping for sleep but it evaded me. My mind on the woman from last night She had been all I could think about all day I wanted to see her again. I wasn't sure that was a good idea, I wasn't in a good place to have a relationship. Victoria's appearance at the hospital had to complicated things further.
My phone rang then I lifted it off the nightstand where I placed it. I saw it was Emmett and debated whether or not to answer it. It stopped ring only to start again I knew he wouldn't give up.
"What?" I demanded, answering the phone.
"I've been trying to call you all day, what gives?" he demanded.
"Sorry I called in," I explained.
"All you do anymore is work." He accused. He wasn't wrong, so I didn't reply and he continued. "So things end well with the brunette?"
I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face, "it did."
"You seeing her again?" he asked.
"No," I reply. " and before you go on about how I need a girlfriend. I don't have time for it and I don't want to drag anyone into the Victoria drama."
"You can make time and what do mean Victoria drama you guys are divorced." He said and I knew he was shaking he head at me.
I told him about the encounter early today and waiting for his response.
I could tell he was angry when he said, "I can't believe her. She didn't get what she wanted and now she thinks she can apologize and everything just goes away!"
"I know." Was my only reply.
He sighed then said, "I see your point about not wanting to bring anyone into that."
We hung up after that. Realizing how late it was I got ready for bed. I went to the living room turning on the tv, watching a late-night sitcom. I wasn't ready to sleep I was too wired for that, plus I knew that if I went to bed I'd lay there thinking about Isabella Swan.