BPOV
"Good morning," I said as I found him in the kitchen the next morning.
From his red eyes, it didn't seem he had a good sleep either.
"Good morning," he said, "Coffee?"
"Yeah." I nodded as I sat on the bar stool.
I wasn't sure what was wrong with me, but I wanted to wrap my arms around him and stay like that forever. I hadn't felt anything like this about him before. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. But at the same time, I wasn't sure if he'd want anything to do with me now.
"Look, I'm sorry for not telling you that I was meeting Jasper," I said.
He didn't say anything. He didn't even turn around to look at me.
"He wanted some old photos of Alice. He wants to do something special for her birthday this year," I said.
"I wasn't sure how you'd react if I said I was meeting him," I said. Edward didn't like Jasper ever since... he had hit me. They hardly even talked, that's why I was shocked that Jasper would call him to tell him that we had met.
"But maybe I shouldn't have hidden that from you," I said, "It would have been better if I told you directly instead of you getting to know it from... Jasper."
This time he turned around and passed the coffee mug to me, and he finally looked at me.
"It doesn't really matter," he said.
I wasn't sure if he meant that or not, but it was enough to break whatever the courage I had gathered to talk to him, but I decided to continue anyway.
"I was planning to meet him just once, but then I thought I could also contribute to whatever the plans he had, so we met two more times to discuss it further. He's planning to hold a charity event and I had some ideas around that."
"Of course!" he smiled sarcastically.
What did that smile mean?
"That's how it had started last time I guess." he said and I was taken aback.
Last time!
Few weeks after Alice's tragic death.
Was that what he meant?
It seemed he regretted that instantly. He rubbed his forehead and turned around.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," he said as he turned around again to face me.
"I think I know what exactly you meant," I said.
"I'm sorry," he said, "You don't need to tell me any of this, and you don't need to listen to anything I say."
I didn't say anything, because I didn't know what I could even say to make this better.
"I'll have coffee in my room. I have a meeting in ten minutes anyway," he said and left without waiting for my reaction.
I guess it was pretty clear. He didn't have any trust or expectations from me. He just wanted to end this marriage.
He might have thought we could make it work when we had decided to get married, but I guess he was done with me now.