A/N: Okay, I was able to write one more chapter!
BPOV
"So what are the weekend plans?" Edward came out from the gym as he noticed I was back home.
Well, I had thought about a lot of things to do together, but everything had changed now!
"Who is Angela?" I asked. He was drinking water, but froze instantly as he heard her name.
Too bad! I'd have preferred to get no reaction from him! So Alice was right after all!
"How do you know about her?" he asked.
"Alice told me." I said.
"And what did she say?" he asked.
"She said you wouldn't have married me if you had guts, like Jasper." I said, "Is that true?"
"It doesn't matter." he said, "I've told you before. I don't give a damn about the past. You're Mrs. Cullen and she's not."
I had heard that before, but I wasn't sure if that made me such angry earlier.
"Oh, so I've the title!" I laughed sarcastically.
"Yes, that's the fact." he replied seriously.
"Did you want to marry her?" I asked.
"Yes." he said.
"Did you love her?" I asked.
"Yes." he said. I felt like he was stabbing me in my heart with his each answer.
"Do you still love her?" I asked.
"I don't know." he replied.
What did that even mean? Either you love someone or you don't!
"Why does it matter?" he asked.
"I don't know." I said. I wasn't able to think properly. I wasn't even sure what exactly I was feeling at the moment.
"Alright, so what are the weekend plans?" he asked as if nothing happened.
I stared at him. He wasn't being serious, right?
"If you still love her, then why were you trying to get too close to me?" I asked.
He was taken aback. "What is the definition of 'trying to get too close'? What did I even do without your consent?" he asked.
"Why did you have to ask me for the dance on that day? Why did you have to keep kissing me? Why did you have to make it seem like you really wanted me? Why did you have to snuggle after sex? Why did you have to make it seem what we have is important?"
What the fuck I just said! Everything sounded so absurd! I was going crazy! May be I should just leave! I was making a fool of myself!
He kept staring at me for awhile before he said, "What did I do? I don't even remember half of the things from that night. I was drunk. You know that! I'm really sorry if I did something inappropriate!"
I had to laugh at this absurdity. I was making a big deal of that dance, those make out sessions, that passionate sex, those snuggles, and he didn't even remember any of that! May be he was imagining me as her in his drunken state!
"Are you having an affair with her?" I asked. I knew I was so going to regret this, but I had to ask!