BPOV
November 18, 2010
November eighteenth was supposed to be the best day of my life. Four years ago today I walked down the aisle to the most gorgeous man I'd ever met, and the moment he said, "I do" was the moment he promised me he would love and cherish me forever. And at the time it was true, but as time places people forget their promises and are mislead into hurt and betrayal.
Today as I walked to the front door of my dream house and I knew immediately something was wrong. Edward had left his beloved silver Volvo in the drive way, during the winter he insisted that it be in the garage anytime he wasn't driving it he always said something about the snow ruining the finish, so the fact that his car was in the driveway accumulating snow on the top meant one of two things. One, he was seriously upset or two; he was completely focused on something else. A shiver ran down my spine reminding me I was standing in the cold Canadian winter air and that I was most definitely cold. I unlocked and threw myself in the front door as fast as I could. I kick my UGG boots off and hung my coat up in the hall closet. Figuring a hot shower would fix the ever present shivers attacking my body I bolted up the stairs towards Edward and mines bedroom. Slowing my pace ant the top of the stair I quietly walked towards the bedroom door.
When I opened the door I never expected to find Edward with his dick buried inside another women. He was completely oblivious to me standing in the door way until a sob escaped from between my lips; he stopped thrusting into the whore and wiped around to face me. When he whispered my name all I could think about running, and that's what I did. I ran as fast as my clumsy legs would carry me, I ran down the stairs and threw on my boots not bothering to put me coat back on and took off out the door. I could faintly hear Edward screaming my name as I got in the and put the key in the ignition. I put the car in reverse and started to back out of the driveway slowly when I saw Edward run out the door in nothing but a pair of black boxers. He ran towards my retreating car in his bare feet and began smacking his hands on my window, begging me to stay and let him explain. Him doing this only made my tears flow faster and vision to become more blurry. I made it on to the road flung the gear into drive and sped away. I didn't look back, though I know if I did I would probably see Edward running after me still begging me to stay and screaming that he was sorry.
November eighteenth, the day that was suppose to the happiest of my life, now the day I would remember with hurt, and disgust.
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