EPOV

I spent the whole fucking night working on the preparation for this meeting since we couldn't afford to make any mistake here and I wasn't sure if Jane would actually be in the right state of mind to represent it. And now look at her! She was on fire!

She was treating this meeting as if every person in the meeting room was... Eric!

Well, good for us!

I would have said 'Good job' or something like that once the meeting was over, but after whatever the fuck happened last night, I wanted to avoid any conversation with her unless absolutely required.

"Why did you send the updates to Dad and Carlisle?" she said, "I told you. I was in charge of this."

"I wasn't sure if I should trust you to represent us well in today's meeting," I said.

"Please! I was never going to let my personal life affect the business," she said firmly.

"Well, good for you." I said.

"I'm sorry for what I did last night. I crossed the line," she said after some time.

"Yes, you did." I replied.

"I'm sorry for forcing myself upon you," she said, "But I still stand by my opinion on your marriage. I don't know why you got married, but I'm telling you as a friend... Try to correct your mistakes before it's too late! You deserve someone better."

I glared at her.

She had always been very opinionated, but this was seriously none of her business!

"Don't give me that look." she said, "I said what I felt."

"Well, I don't give a damn about what you feel or think." I said, "And can we please make everything professional going forward? I'm not interested in having any kind of other conversation with you until you agree to mind your own fucking business!"

"Well, you can't make me change my opinions," she said, "I said what I felt."

"Okay, fine then." I said, "Let's put a full stop on this conversation then."

I skipped lunch and went back to my hotel room. I needed some time to think what was fucking going on.

I told everything to Bella like a fucking idiot, and now she wanted to end this marriage! I even made her cry because of this stupid thing, and I didn't know what to do.

She wanted to end this marriage, and she was not wrong!

Who would want a husband like me anyway!

I had never even been in a serious relationship. How the fuck I was ever going to be a good husband anyway! I hadn't put in any effort!

But should I have?

She was Emmett's wife!

This marriage was nothing but a mistake. And the reason why we had got married wasn't even there.

What was the point then?

But I wanted to help her. But I could very well do that as a friend!

The right thing was to end this marriage.

But then, why couldn't I get her face out of my head?

Why was I having these crazy thoughts that it might be good to work on this marriage?

This marriage made absolutely zero sense!

I kept having these thoughts for the next few days. I felt like I was going crazy.

I drank more than my usual limit on my flight back home. And apparently that was not enough for me. I also took a few drinks on the airport after landing back in LA.

It's like I wanted to drunk as much as possible before facing Bella and having the divorce conversation.

"Look... I don't think this marriage is fair to you. If you wanted to have a relationship with Jane, you should go ahead. It's..." She started soon after I reached home.

She seemed strong today. Maybe the earlier shock was gone, and she might have realized I wasn't worth wasting any tears! Well, good for her!

"I told you. There is absolutely nothing like that." I said, "I'm really sorry for what happened."

"No, you shouldn't be. This marriage shouldn't stop you from doing what you want to do." she insisted.

"Bella... I didn't want to do anything with Jane. She's a good friend. That's it. Actually, she was a good friend! We're not friends anymore."

"Edward... No! Please! You don't need to do that. The correct solution is to end this marriage. If you want to be with Jane, you can just go ahead. You don't even have to wait till divorce."

Did she even listening to what I was trying to tell her? I was getting frustrated now.

"Look, I'm drunk, and angry, and frustrated... Please, I'm requesting you to stop." I said.

"I will." She said, "But I'm just saying that you've done more than enough for me. You shouldn't spoil your relationship with Jane because of me. You should..."

"Okay, I'm done." I said as I slammed my lips on hers.

Shit! What the fuck I did?

And then I started feeling her lips on mine after a few seconds. She was kissing me back?

We kept kissing for some time.

I had absolutely no idea about what was going on.

When it was absolutely necessary to break, I pulled away and moved my lips on her neck.

"Stop." she breathed, but her actions were completely opposite as she grabbed my hair and started kissing me again.

I pulled her closer by her waist. It seemed no distance was close enough.

But... This wasn't right!

"You need to ask me to stop." I breathed against her lips, "I promise, I will."

"Don't stop." she replied back.

Probably that's what I wanted to hear. I pulled her closer and kissed more passionately than before. I slowly moved both of us to my bedroom. Soon the clothes were off and we were on my bed.

I kissed her everywhere I could. I had no fucking idea what I was doing and what were going to be the consequences.

"Edward..." she breathed, and that changed everything.

I completely surrendered.

Probably that was the first time I had ever made love to anyone.

~0~0~0~0~

When I woke up, I found myself naked on my bed and I realized what the fuck happened last night.

Shit!

What had I done?

Why had I started kissing her without discussing anything?

And why didn't I stop?

But she asked me not to stop.

Did she really?

I might have heard what I wanted to hear. I was heavily drunk after all!

I got out of the bed and put some clothes on. I saw her in the kitchen making an omelette.

"Bella, I'm really sorry about what happened last night."

Her head snapped up on hearing that. She seemed extremely stressed. She might have been crying!

God! Why did I have to fuck this up and make it more complicated than it already was?

"Hmmm..." she said.

"I was drunk... I didn't realize what I was doing... I'm really, really sorry!" I said.

"That's okay," she said.

Well, I doubted if it was ever going to be okay!