Hi!

So here's the second chapter.. This chapter is mostly filling in on the background information, but I promise you will get Edward in all his glory soon enough..

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Disclamer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things twilight. I own a pack of crackers and a dog named Hin.

Chapter 2: Bitter sweet memories

An hour later I was lying in my bed and finding it hard to fall asleep. My thoughts kept circling around Edward. Alice's questions had been dead on, cause what reason exactly had he for being in Chicago? I seriously hoped I wouldn't run into him again, but my subconscious kept telling me that this was no coincidence. I told it to shut op and go to sleep. It was messing with my mind and I needed to think clearly.

I knew there could at least be a million other reasons for him to be in Chicago, than to meet me. He could be here on business, to visit old friends or relatives I didn't know of, or just simply taking a week off on vacation with little miss blonde and perfect. I felt my anger start to resurface again. It had clearly not taken him a lot of time, to find a replacement for me. Well go figures; there had been rumors that he was a player even before we started dating, so this shouldn't surprise me. She was probably the nr 11 in the line of stunning beauties that had visited his bed, since we parted. He had told me that he had a thing for brunettes such as my self, on our first date, but now he apparently preferred blondes.

When I first met him he seemed so honest and sincere, and I trusted my senses at that time. I knew somehow to see through people's façade and know if they could be trusted, so I thought I was safe. I guess growing up with a father that is a cop did that to you. He had told me which signs I should look at to know if people was lying to me, and told me how he sized people up. It helped me trough high school and college. But it didn't help me with Edward. He was out of my league apparently.

We met at a conference, and became friends instantly and lovers not long after. We both worked in the advertising business at that time. I worked as an assistant to a creative leader and was at the conference to take notes and support my boss with the needed information, amongst other things. Edward was the leader for brand building in his firm, and he represented the firm on the conference, because the theme of that year was brand building. Edward hoped to be promoted to the leader of Creative Development within the next year. The leader at time was rumored to retire within the year, but Edward hadn't had any luck to land a deal with a big company yet. That was usually what it took to be promoted. I should have known that his promotion was the only thing that mattered to him.

But it didn't take Edward a long time to make his move and make me fall head over heels for him. At that point my boss was negotiating a deal with a big company, a deal where I was taking the notes. The notes were saved on my laptop and a copy was sent to my boss computer after every meeting. I often took the laptop home so I could work there.

When we first started dating, Edward wanted me to go to his place, but after a while we only stayed in my apartment. He insisted that my place was cozier and more like a real home, while his high tech apartment was too cold and impersonal. And I of course took the bait and hereafter did my best to make him feel home.

While he was at my place he of course had to check his email once in a while, and asked to use my computer. I didn't think anything of it. I trusted him, didn't think he would look trough my notes and use the information.

But less than two weeks later, the cold reality hit me hard in the face. The deal my boss had been working so hard on went to Edwards Company. I didn't even know they were competing against my firm, on the deal, so I was really surprised.

At first I thought that the client just liked their ad better and wanted a different approach to how their product should be presented. But when the ad came out on billboards and in magazines, it was clear that there was more than just similarity between the notes I had taken and the competitor's final result. And this didn't go unnoticed by my boss. He was certain that there was a mole in the office, and he was determined to find out who that was.

I had a nagging suspicion that Edward played a part in this, but dismissed it as impossible, that he newer would to that to me. But a huge shock awaited me, when I called his office an hour later to confirm our date to a new restaurant, and got his secretary instead of him.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen's office"

"Hi Penny, its Bella, is Mr. Cullen there?"

"Hi Bella! No he's at a meeting at the moment. But, do you know, the most amazing thing has just happened! He got promoted just two hours ago! He's a leader of Creative Development now! Were moving to a new office tomorrow!"

At that point I didn't hear her anymore. Her voice was only a quiet mumbling in the background. I said a quick goodbye, and stood paralyzed beside my desk.

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had been betrayed, in more ways than I had ever expected. I had been used for the mere purpose of a promotion, and I felt like a stupid, naïve schoolgirl who just found out that the captain of the football team only dated her, on a bet. His feelings for me had never been real. All the sweet things he had said, while we had been lying in bed together had been a lie. The promises, the dreams, had all been lies. Though my heart tried to object, to tell me that he truly cared for me, I knew with out a doubt that that wasn't true. Cause which man would deliberately hurt the woman he loved? Which man would know that the course of his actions would get his girlfriend fired and dishonored, and do it anyway? I felt like I was going to throw up, and used a half hour crying on the company toilet.

I of course had no choice than to tell my boss the whole ugly truth. And he didn't take it lightly. He made it clear that I had been stupid to date one the leaders of a competitive ad firm, without thinking about the consequences. But that was of course my choice alone, and he didn't mess with who his employees dated. But I had overstepped the line, when I had let Edward use the company's laptop. No one was to use that computer than me and my boss, because of the sensitive information which was saved on it. And it was the main reason that got fired.

I cleared my desk, packed my things, and took the walk of shame.

When I came home I went straight to bed and cried for hours, before I felt into a restless sleep. I awoke some time later with someone banging loudly on my front door. I got on my wobbly feet and opened the door. And there stood Edward, the bastard himself, looking happy and blissfully unaware of all the damage he had caused. When he took in my disarrayed, messed up state of undress, and my tearstained face, he acted all worried and shit, like he didn't know why I was crying.

He asked me what was wrong, and I told him that now was not the time for him to be messing with me. He still looked baffled, so I told him that he couldn't expect that I would still see him, after the stunt he just had pulled. After he had seduced me and then gained access to my laptop, and stolen secret information on a deal my company was working on. After he had then used that information to get a promotion and in that process gotten me fired and disgraced.

He tried to explain, but I told him to shut up. That nothing he could say would make me listen to him, after the way he had used me. I coldly congratulated him on finally getting what he wanted, and then told him to stay the fuck out of my life, and slammed the door in his face, as hard as I could.

I felt exhausted as I closed the door, and headed directly for my bed. I cried for days, while I lay passively in bed and felt time stood still as I lived in a dreamlike state, still hoping to wake up and find Edward lying next to me, but repeatedly feeling the distress and the heartbreak when I didn't. I still felt that there was a part of me lying there in bed, wishing for a man and a chance for happiness that would never come. But I had to move on, and find some solutions for the mess I unwillingly had gotten myself into. I had to stop dreaming and set new goals for my life and my career. I had to move on.

I didn't see Edward after the incident at the door. He of course didn't want to let me go, when I wanted him to. Maybe the sex was too good, or he just liked hanging around my apartment, I don't know. Either way he kept calling me, calls I didn't responded too, and sent heaps of flowers. But after two weeks he stopped calling. And a month later I had moved to Chicago, to start my new life, and was finally out of his reach. Alice, my best friend from High school got me a job as an assistant on Estelle, where she was the fashion editor, and she did her best to make me feel at home.

After a while I got more distance to what happened in New York. And nine months later I regarded the whole affair as something that was a closed chapter of my life. But now he was here, and I couldn't shake the feeling that his visit to my new hometown had something to do with me, no matter how irrational this feeling was.

But what would I do if he actually was here to see me? Would I have the strength to ignore him and walk away? I couldn't deny that he still bewitched me, that I still was in a way fascinated by him, even though he was the prick that broke my heart and shattered my self-esteem. That mere few minutes was enough for me to remember his lips on my body, the way he had hold me close when we was out on our first date, how perfectly our bodies fit together when we made love. And the sadness of the fact, that all this was lost for good.

I sighed deeply. This was getting me no where. It was crazy for me to worry about meeting him again. After all I only got a glimpse of him on the freaking street, and with another woman. That should give me sufficient reason to expect, that he neither was here to pursue me again or that I had any reason to think that I would see him for more than these mere minutes.

As relived this revelation made me, it also left me sad that this really meant that I would never see him again. Because beyond the heartache, the anger and the pain, I couldn't completely deny that on some levels I still was in love with him. I just hoped that getting this glimpse of him with another woman, was what it took for me to finally get over him and move on with my life.