Chapter 7
Are you all still with me? What's life without a whole shit-tonne of drama? I HAD the perfect life and I thought that I was happy.
The next couple of months were pretty much unbearable. I saw Edward a few days after I caught them in the act. I knew I had to face him sooner or later and I had to hear it straight from the horse's mouth. I wanted my husband to tell me that he didn't want me. I wanted him to say that he did not want me to bear his children and I wanted him to tell me, face to face that he wanted my best friend.
He didn't bring her with him. I asked him not to. He told me that he loved me and that neither of them meant to hurt Emmett or myself. It had just happened - coffee had led to light touches. A glass of wine led to a kiss...and time spent together turned into love. He said that he still loved me but he had fallen in love with her.
He told me that they were about to come clean because they hated what they were doing to us. Edward said that they were not going to hide it. It was horrible luck that I had decided to come home early that day.
I responded, telling him that perhaps he should have fucked her in a hotel room, rather than our home. He looked despondent.
How do you hate someone that you love so entirely? How do you start to not love them anymore? In the books and in the movies, scorned parties seem to be able to move on. Sometimes they hate the cheating partner.
He called daily for a while, I screened his calls. He would beg me to forgive him. He didn't want me to hate him. His parents were upset with him and as bad as I felt, I also ignored the many calls from his mother. Esme Cullen was a wonderful woman… honestly one of the sweetest people you would ever have the pleasure to meet. She was so disgusted with her son and would not leave me alone. I know, I know, she was only wanting to check up on me, but it was all a little too much at the time.
I told him to collect his things. Said he could just take whatever he wanted. I didn't care. If he needed it, he could take it. Other than his clothes, he said he didn't need anything… that I could keep it all. Edward moved out on a Monday. In true Seattle fashion it rained all day. I made sure that I wasn't home at the time. I went to work and tried to forget what was going on in my house. That evening I removed all of our pictures off the wall, wiping all of our couples memories away. It was certainly a hard thing to do. Erasing our past and placing it into a cardboard box. Ten years is a long time and Edward and I shared the most incredible adventures together. Special trinkets from our travels and small gifts we had brought for each other. Tiny little gestures of love all shoved away and forgotten about in the space of around thirty minutes.
I got used to having an empty house. I kept myself busy with work and Emmett and I spent our weekends together. We both began to accept that Edward or Bella were not going to come back to us. We heard from mutual friends that they were looking for a home together on the other side of the city. After that, I filed for divorce. The proceedings were simple. Very uncomplicated. A few months later Bella was pregnant. A year before, I would never have expected to be single for the first time ever, or looking to buy a home by myself.
It just goes to show how much life can change in an instant.
We are on the home stretch now.