Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I have been studying with my exams and I also got hooked on a few other stories on fanfiction and I couldn't stop reading them. Well I am happy to say that all my exams are finished (hope I did ok) so now I am free to update as often as possible.

BPOV

I smiled at his sleeping face. He may be bloody, dirty and sticking of alcohol, but he was still Edward.

I opened up the first aid kit and began to clean up his injuries. I had always had a weak stomach for blood so I only breathed through my mouth. I gently cleaned the gash on his forehead with an alcohol wipe, I knew it had to sting but he didn't even stir. I considered taking him to the hospital because the gash was actually rather deep, but he was in no fit state and it was late so I waited until the bleeding stopped and then put a band aid over it.

After that I really didn't know what to do. Whether I should leave him on the couch, make him up, or call someone. I decided that I was best to leave him as he was and when it came to calling someone, I only knew Tanya that was here in the city with him and there was no way I was calling her. It was clear to everyone that she thought of Edward as a possession and me as a threat to her little fairy story.

As I sat there on the floor, my back against the couch, with Edwards breathing in my ear and Jake's head on my lap, staring at nothing just the darkness that had infiltrated my apartment, I realised that is was a fairy story. Everything Edward and Tanya had together was like I had read it in a book. Poor boy with great potential and ambitions meets rich, beautiful girl who gives him everything he wants and they live happily ever after.

Happily ever after. I used to believe that a long time ago, but over time I had grown up and realised that they never really come true. And in a sort of ironic way the situation I was currently in was sort of proving my point.

After all, how many fairy tales have you ever read with an ex-wife in that wasn't evil? Was I evil? I didn't wan to think so but when looking back at the events of this evening it makes a person wonder.

Which leaves me with the conclusion that if I am the bad guy, then by the end of the story I will have to be defeated.

EPOV

I woke up with a pounding headache, and my body ached all over. I opened my eyes slowly only to realise that I was not in the hotel room. What had happened last night?

I looked around and saw I was lying on a couch, in someone's apartment. I had no clue who's it was, or where it was for that matter, but who's ever it was, they seemed to have taken care of me and I doubt I was very good company last night. I glanced over the room, my attention being captured by two photographs on the small table beside the sofa. One was of Bella and Jamie together at what looked like Central Park. The other was a picture of Bella and two other people. One was a girl who had short brown hair that was darker than Bella's and glasses on. The other person was a man, who appeared well built and had tanned skin but wore a huge smile. He was between the two girls with his arms around both of them, but I noticed he was leaning a lot closer to Bella. I felt a pang of jealousy when I realised this, but I managed to shake it off.

Clearly I was in Bella's apartment. It was very quiet and I didn't think it was still early enough for them to be in bed, so where were they?

I got p and made my way over to the kitchen to get a glass of water for my parched throat. As I headed toward the sink I noticed a piece of paper on the island in the middle and two pain killers on top of it. I completely forgot my need for a drink an d began to read the letter.

Edward,

Jamie and I have gone to take the dog for a walk and to get some breakfast. I didn't think it would be a good idea for him to see his father in the state that you were in and I am sure you will agree. Will should be back around eleven.

Feel free to take a shower, because I think you may need one before going home, and help yourself to any food or drinks. I thought the pain killers would be required.

Bella

P.S. We both know we need to talk but now is not the right time so I would appreciate it if you were not there when I return home. I will call you this afternoon.

"State?" was I really that bed? I looked down on myself and realised I was a mess so I took Bella up on her offer and jumped into her shower after taking the pain killers and getting a drink. I had to admit that Bella really did have a really nice apartment.

Whilst in the shower the words at the bottom of the letter kept repeating in my mind. I remembered kissing her and then leaving but I had no clue on why or when I came back.

What could I have possibly done that was so awful she couldn't take seeing me face to face?

After I got out of the shower I cleaned myself up the best I could and left her apartment, being sure the door was locked behind me.

When I got to the front of her building I pulled out my cell phone, I had fifteen missed calls, five voicemails and seventeen text messages, all off Tanya. Well I would see her soon enough.

As I walked back to the hotel I couldn't help but think about the life that Bella and Jamie shared together here. I could see the photograph from her apartment in me mind and they looked so happy. I would give anything to be part of that life right now, so what did that mean?

I walked into the hotel lobby and headed straight for the elevator. Sooner than i would have liked i was standing outside the door to our room. I had no clue what i was going to say to her and she was definitely going to be mad at me.

I pressed my ear against the door but i could hear no sound at all. With my fingers crossed that she had decided to go out i slowly opened the door.

"EDWARD CULLEN! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" She screamed has she rounded the corner from the bedroom.

Damm it!

BPOV

As I wondered around Central Park, watching my son play happily with our dog, i couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Edward was here with us.

Perhaps it was wrong of me to leave this morning without saying a word to him but when i looked into his face this morning i knew that if we started talking i would just melt and beg him to give us another shot. And i could not allow that to happen. I vowed along time ago that i would never play the role of damsel in distress and i had no desire to change that now. I was going to call Edward Cullen later on today, but not until i was prepared to handle such a conversation with the ex- love of my life.

Not as long as i would have liked this chapter to have been, but i couldn't think of much else to put in. I am desperate to know what you guys think and what you want to see happen in this story. My other stories will be updated later this week.

Thanks alot and please please please review!

sara-faith