EPOV
"I want a divorce."
What?
She wanted... what?
Why?
"Look, I'm sorry for the way I behaved yesterday... I'm really sorry! I didn't even mean what I said... I was just pissed off and I reacted horribly. I'm really, really sorry for treating you badly during the meeting... And what I said to you about your insecurities... I swear I didn't mean it!" I said desperately.
"It's not just because of that." she said.
Okay?
"Is it because of the way I have been behaving for last four days?" I said, "I'm so sorry! I overreacted. I'm really sorry! I should have tried to talk to you instead of just behaving like an asshole. You've every right to be mad at me, but divorce? Please! I'm really, really sorry!"
"It's not just because of that," she repeated.
Okay?
"Is it because I'm not putting in enough effort in this marriage?" I said, "Is it because I'm not trying to understand your point of view?"
Damn, my list was so long!
"Edward... It's not just one or two things. I can't see this marriage making any sense anymore." she said.
Okay?
So she just wanted to end this just like that?
I didn't even completely understand what the issues were.
I needed some time to digest and process this.
"Can't we talk about this? Please?" I asked.
Could it be that she was saying this just impulsively in anger?
"I don't see a point in talking about anything," she said.
"Please... I don't even understand how badly I've fucked this up. Please! I need some time to think about this. Please! I want to hear everything from you," I said.
"Okay," she sighed, "We can discuss this later tonight. I've a busy day today."
"Thank you," I said.
I had a busy day, but I couldn't focus on anything during the whole day.
We didn't have any meetings together, which was a good thing I think!
What did she mean by she wanted a divorce?
Had everything gone really that bad?
Was there no chance of saving it?
Was she just... done with me?
I couldn't think of anything.
I couldn't focus at all.
It's as if my brain had completely stopped working!
When I went back home that evening, she was sitting on the edge of bed with her face buried in her hands.
It was time I guess, but I was not ready!
What if she seriously wanted a divorce and it was not just an impulsive thought?
No, I was not ready for this discussion yet.
I was honestly just... scared!
I should have cancelled all the meetings and tried to think about what had gone wrong.
I was not ready at all!
I was as clueless as today morning!
The only thing I knew was that I didn't want the divorce, that's it! I had no idea about fucking anything else.
Had I really not tried to understand her? The answer was, Yes!
But what if I put in more effort?
Could I save this somehow?
"Isabella..." I said.
"I may or may not be pregnant," she said, still keeping her face buried in her hands.