This is a hugeeee chapter and it took me probably a week to write and another to make sure the mood of the story was set correct…loll yeah I am very fussy with my writing. Another reason would be this is the reveal chapter…yes finally I know. All the confusion and questions are going to be answered. Are you excited? I will tell you guys a back story. This Chapter that you are going to read is the formation of my whacky story. And it took me like 14 chapters to come to this...pheww!

I will give a small preview before you start.

There is no Jasper/Alice/Rosalie in this chapter. Its all things Chelsea-Edward-Bella...okay mostly the E/C past. There is one long ass Edward POV in the middle which is not written in third person...isn't that cool? A lot of questions will be answered in this chapter but when you complete reading there will be some new ones too…haha those will be answered when the time finally comes.

Chapter 15

"Bella I am engaged" The words flew out of his mouth in a rush.

Edward clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a deep breathe. Fuck you Masen! You don't deserve her. You don't deserve any happiness. Look at you...you don't even have the nerve to look at her and tell her how much fucked up you are. Here you are pissing your pants off thinking that she is going to leave you…fuck you! She should leave you. Stop putting her through these; stop making it up to her when you are going to break her anyway. Just fucking stop!

"I am engaged Bella" he whispered again suddenly very aware of the eerie silence that has fallen over the room.

He had thought that saying those words aloud would make them feel less heavy, like it wouldn't be weighing on his shoulder like a ton of bricks each time he looked at Bella. But now as those words were finally out in the open he felt anything but relief. He realized up until now those words were his burden- a repercussion of the wrong decision he had made in the past- but right now it was a part of Bella's life too. And this was his entire fault.

Bella was no longer lying on his chest. She was sitting at the corner of the bed looking at him blankly. Her eyes held a distance, a coldness he had never seen before. He knew she was pulling away. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. He couldn't let her go; he had to make her stop. He slowly inched towards her gauzing her reaction the entire time as if his one wrong move would make her flee.

He extended his hand to her jean –clad hip, almost begging, almost hopeful but she recoiled. He instantly let her go. His expression was one of shock when he saw the tortured look on her face.Yes you have done this to her.

"Bella" He called in a voice full of emotion.

"Don't" Her voice was hoarse with unshed tears.

"Please Bella…I can explain" He begged.

"What's there to explain?" She asked desolately.

"Is that what this" she waved her hand along his naked body, "was all about?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked hysterically.

"Is this why you never named our relationship?"

"What are-?"

"Chelsea" She whispered barely.

Edward looked at her with wide green eyes.

"Is she your" She hinted in a small tone. He nodded.

"How did you know?"

"Paul." Bella said. "I somehow gathered that you had a past with her...but…"- her voice broke-"but I didn't know she was your future. Oh god you are going to marry her" The weight of the words finally settled inside her and her defense fell apart.

"Bella please listen to me" He pleaded.

"Where do I fit in all of these Edward?" She questioned. "Am I that girl you planned to have an affair with? When did you plan to tell me this anyway? huh? After getting married? Or are you already married? Answer me god damn it!"

She placed one hand in the centre of his chest and pushed him hard. He plopped back on the mattress in surprise. She leaned forward until their noses were almost touching.

"Please let me explain" He looked into the fierce brown pool of eyes with her lips hovering over his. For a moment he was tempted to lift his head the quarter inch and kiss her to make all these hurt go away, but he couldn't. Then the moment was gone as she jumped up and away, her long dark hair swirling across his face as she moved.

She grabbed her car keys and then stood poised by the door void of any emotion.

"I can't do this. Please don't be here when I get back"

And then she walked out leaving him naked in her bed.

Edward pressed the heel of his palm to his eyes and groaned. His arms hung limp at his sides and his fist clenched at his idiocy. Stupid. So fucking stupid!

He watched as her footsteps receded, and heard the heavy thump of the front door taking away the last trace of her lavender perfume. He acknowledged the idea of chasing after her but then thought better.

Chasing will make things worse.

Chasing will make her run further away from him.

So all he could do was –Wait.

Dejavue. She thought when she turned on the ignition and drove away from her place. She remembered running away from Edward the same away when he had offered her sex in return for the operation. She remembered running away from him the day he gave her flowers and told her he cared about her.

She realized that she has been running away from him ever since she met him. Everything felt so overwhelming with Edward. When she was happy, she was entirely happy and when she was sad, it broke her so much that she thought she would forever be wounded. But somehow things always managed to get better, but she wasn't sure if things were going to be alright this time.

"Edward is engaged" She whispered timidly as tears ran down her cheek.

"He is someone else's"

"He belongs to someone else"

"HE IS NOT MINE!"

"BUT I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM!"

Whoever said that true love is one that hurts was certainly right. It hurt so fucking much.

The afternoon passed, and the evening came and she cried herself to oblivion, until her throat was sore and her eyes stung with tears.

She wanted to go home and forget everything.

Forget Edward.

Forget white house with picket fence.

Forget bronze haired kids.

It was one of those clear days in Forks. The night wind had swept away the rain clouds, producing a crisp, sunny Sunday morning. There was a certain magic in the air but it had less to do with the weather and more with the sweet melody wafting towards his room. Edward woke up with a smile on his face. He remembered Chelsea's squeals of joy when he had presented her with the grand piano one fine evening. He hadn't seen her that happy ever since Charlie died. He had wanted to hear her play, but somehow his work always got in between. He decided he didn't want to miss the chance this time.

Slowly he made his way. With each step the tune got loud and clear. He leaned beside the door and watched as her fingers caressed the black and the ivory keys crafting the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

"Sit with me" she whispered without turning her back.

When he took a seat beside her on the bench, she turned towards him and gave the sweetest smile.

"I am sorry if I disturbed you" Edward whispered even though they were the only one in the house.

"You didn't" she said as she brushed his hair away from his forehead. She then leaned on him until she was on his lap and straddling his waist. She cupped his cheeks tenderly, silently inviting him to her warm lips and he obliged.

Ever since Chelsea has moved in with him Edward had taken her as his responsibility. It had been an obligation at first because of Charlie, but soon he realized how much he craved for her presence in his life. He loved waking up to her bright smile, loved the delicious meals she cooked for him, loved the silly texts she sent when he was in the hospital, loved the moan inducing massages she gave when he came home and loved the love making that followed soon after.

When she broke the kiss, he stroked her cheeks lovingly.

"I Love you" she whispered looking into his emerald eyes.

His breathe hitched. Did he love Chelsea?

"Chelsea… I...I don't… know what to say"

"Say you love me too" She urged.

Edward frowned.

She ran her fingers up and down his chest and then looked at him from under her lashes.

"You love me, right?"

"Y-Yess" he hissed as her hands slipped inside the waistband of his boxers.

It was late at night when Bella returned home. When she turned the corner, the only thought in her head was she wanted to be left alone. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw dark through the windows of her house. With heavy feet she opened the door and switched on the lights as she passed. She threw her keys on the nightstand and moved to turn the lights when she saw a figure in her rocking chair.

She screamed and the figure started to move towards her quickly. She began to panic, her hand was clutching her heart as if she was afraid it was going to jump out. A large hand pressed on her gaping mouth to muffle her screams.

"It's me. It's me"

The dim light of the moon drew a shadow on the profile of his face and she saw his stubble cheeks. She pushed his hands away as rage overcame her body.

"Get away from me"

"I won't until you to listen to me"

"I told you to go. I don't want to listen to anything…I don't want to see your face...please leave me alone…just please" She sobbed burring her face in her hands. Edward pushed her hands away from her face and lifted her chin to look into her eyes.

"Please don't hide from me Bella" He begged.

"Please don't make me go away" His voice wavered as he stroked the tears away from her face.

"All I want is for you to listen to me. I can give you time...I can give you all the time in the world baby. I will wait for you even if it takes forever but I can't leave you like this…I can't leave you without telling the truth. I don't want to hide anything from you Bella...I was just scared...so scared to loose you. I had almost lost you once; I don't want to loose you again."

Bella felt sweat running down her forehead but then she realized those were not perspiration. Those were his tears.

She was scared of losing him and he was scared of losing her.

"Tell me Edward..." ….. "Tell me everything"

It was February 2005 in Chicago.

I was returning home from medical school after a long conversation with Dr Banner. He asked me to come by during the evening because he had something important to tell. My first reaction to his call was fear. Everyone in school was scared of him because even though he was a doctor, the man knew business well. He had connections all over the world and I won't be lying if I said he could pick one student randomly and make or ruin his life completely. Hell I have seen him doing it in front of my eyes. Almost all the students at the medical school pried away from him just to be on the safe side. So understand my position when I woke up in the morning with his voice at the other end of the phone. I cussed him and my luck all along my way to his office and when I entered with a panicky look on my face, I was greeted by an all smiles Dr Banner. That shock was nothing compared to the words that flew out of his mouth next. Dr Banner told me that he saw great potential in me, and he was sure I would be an excellent doctor someday, so he had recommended me in Chicago County Hospital. He patted on my back and told me I was all set for my future.

I was grinning like a fool as I drove my way back to Whitlock House. I was so excited, all I could think about was sharing the news with my family especially Charlotte. I knew she would be so happy and proud of me. Just thinking about her motherly smile made me smile more. Charlotte Whitlock was not my birthmother but she was still like my mother for all intents and purpose. She was my distant aunt, but after my mother died, she was the only motherly figure in my life.

When I finally reached home, my mood changed drastically as I saw Jasper's car sitting across the street. Jasper was a party animal and he was MIA from the house most days. So he being in the house at such an early hour was definitely suspicious. And I wasn't really wrong at my assumption because the next thing I heard made my inside recoil.

I heard Charlotte's loud sobs and Jasper's drunken slurs. I heard her shouting at him and I heard him shouting back at her. I didn't really need to be a genius to know what their topic of discussion was.

It was me.

It was always me.

He was shouting at Charlotte for favoring me always, for forgetting that she had only one son, for making him feel like an inferior in his own house. He told her I was full of shit, that I was a fatherless child and my mother died because she didn't want anything to do with me. He told her I was a sneaky bastard who planned to steal their money away and I was already corrupting their mother-son relationship.

I closed my eyes and listened to every nasty thing he had to say about me. I didn't say a word and I didn't fight back either because somewhere along the way I started to believe in his words too.

That was the night I ran away from Chicago leaving a letter to Charlotte requesting her to not look for me. With the little inheritance that my mother left me, I boarded a plane to the most remote place in Washington – Forks. I spent my initial days in Forks in a cheap motel without a care in the world. Everything moved around me but I was stuck. I missed Charlotte's cooking, I missed medical school, and I missed the biggest opportunity of working at the Chicago County Hospital. And then finally that moment came in my life. You know the moment when you finally realize that you can't sit around and think about past? You had to move and make a better life.

Two days later, I was freshly showered and shaved, wearing nice clothes and walking towards the entrance of Forks General Hospital. I couldn't pull of the smirk off my face when I left Aro Volturi speechless with my certificates. He was so damn impressed. Apparently, no one in Forks had that much qualification as I possessed. I mean even if they did, they never planned to stay at Forks, they always moved away.

Aro had me under Dr Caius for two weeks. Caius showed me around and introduced me to the other interns. He made me volunteer with them for a week to see if I really did live up to their expectations and I certainly did. So it wasn't long before I was let inside an OR to do the first real operation of my life. It was fantastic!

When I walked away from the OR that day I was a rich man.

It was during that time a new patient was enrolled in the hospital. He was in his forty's, registered for a serious case of cardiovascular disease. He was immediately set under my wing. Charlie was a very generous man. While most of the patients were afraid of doctors, he never minded when he was being poked and probed. He was attentive, always took his medicines in time and always smiled as if he didn't know he was going to die. Every time I used to look at that man, I felt a pang in my heart because that man clearly wanted to live.

There were a lot of rumors about him in Forks General like he was a lone soul and that he had no family. It was quite believable because during his stay I never encountered with any members of his family. Then one day he told me that he wanted to take me somewhere. At first it felt like such an odd request, but then I smiled and nodded thinking he could use some company. Charlie didn't tell me where we were going, just that the place was very important to him. He took me to a big empty auditorium which I didn't even knew existed until then. That was the first day I met his daughter Chelsea. She was a beautiful girl with angelic voice and exquisite curves and I was attracted to her immediately.

At first I didn't get why Charlie had wanted me to come with him but when he said those words I realized that he knew what I knew.

"She wanted to thank you doctor…she wanted to thank you for taking care of me"

During one of the lunch breaks, I had learned from one of the doctor who was previously treating Charlie that he was going through financial problems because of which he always insisted not to prolong his stay for more than a week or less. Hence, I had conspicuously paid his bills without him knowing. But when Charlie brought me to that place, I realized that he knew I was the one. As we sat on the lonely bench outside the auditorium he told me about Chelsea's phobia and how she couldn't come to the hospital to meet him because of it. He told me she was very grateful to me and as a thank you she wanted me to visit her sanctuary since she couldn't pay the hefty amount that I had deposited.

It would look such a small thing to anyone but I somehow understood how much she was giving away. She couldn't go in a place full of people and show everyone the talent she possessed. Hence, to her that auditorium was everything. It was the place where she played to the air, talked to the empty walls as if they were her audience, smiled when her foot tapped against the wood as if they were the cheering claps. I knew how much my presence would mean to her and I never wanted to deny her that much happiness.

Visiting her became a routine. Every Saturday Charlie and I would seat in the front row and watch her perform. Sometimes because of Charlie's health, he couldn't make it but I always made a point to visit. She never talked to me though. I only saw her perform and when her performance was over she would tiptoe towards the back of the curtains. But I really loved those moments when she smiled. And it happened often like when I waved at her or clapped at the end of the performance. The way she sang, the way she played, the way she moved, everything about her enthralled me. Of course her looks was another thing entirely.

I was 21 years old and a beauty like her could hardly be missed.

Soon the schedule tightened in the hospital and I no longer got time to visit her. Days became week and week became a month. And then one early morning I saw her in the hospital sitting beside Charlie. I greeted Charlie and then Chelsea and that was the day she first talked to me.

Though it was just a hello but it was still an accomplishment for me. I grinned back at her but then my pager went off and I had to run.

My days went by like a flash of lightning until the thunderstorm hit along with Chelsea. She was sobbing, and screaming and when she saw me getting out of the car she totally broke down. She was continuously pointing at someone behind her, gasping the name Paul again and again. She told me he was after her that he wanted to molest her but she had escaped him somehow. I was livid, there was this sudden rage in me to kill whoever this Paul was but she was clutching on to my shirt for dear life and crying to not leave her alone. I let it pass though in my mind I was already plotting ways of finding him and beating the shit out of him.

When Chelsea was finally calm, she fell into a deep slumber. I didn't know her home so I took her to my place so she could rest for the night. When she woke up I asked her to stay in my house because the weather was bad and I didn't want any Paul running after her. I handed her a fresh towel and went inside my kitchen to fetch a glass of water. When I came back I was met with the sight of Chelsea bending and warming her shivering hands in front of the fireplace. I couldn't drop my eyes away from her as she toweled her hair, her neck and arms. Her white top clung to her like second skin and I could clearly see her lacy bra and her hardened nipples. I was instantly hard so I ran out of my room before she could finally turn and notice. I took long deep breathes to calm myself and thought about blood and operation or just about anything other than Chelsea. But luck wasn't in my side because when I opened my eyes she was there standing in front of me with nothing but my towel. She was looking at me with wide eyes and I knew what she was seeing. She was seeing a man who had went without any touch for too long, a man who was filled with lust and desire, a man to whom she could just be a lay and nothing more. She saw all of those things in me and still reached her hand to cup my cheeks and tell me that she wanted me anyway. I pushed her away telling her that she was upset about what happened with Paul that she just wanted someone to make love to her and make her feel cherished.

She still wanted me, tempting me with her kisses and caresses. There was only so much I could take so I finally gave away. We kissed and kissed some more and when our kisses became heated I shredded her clothes and she did mine. When we were in bed with Chelsea on her back and me on her entrance I realized that she was a virgin. But it was too late. Panic gripped me as I saw the dried blood in my bed sheets. I couldn't get the thoughts out my head. I have used her, taken advantage of her in her moment of fragility. She could have been saving herself for someone special...maybe she had someone in her life…who was I to her? I was no one and once she would come to her senses she would realize this was a huge mistake.

But the things she told me next made my breathe hitch.

She said she knew me, she needed me and she chose me.

I was so confused; I didn't know what to do with her. I watched her cry a new round of tears and it broke my heart to know that this time I was the reason. I couldn't deny her anymore so I took her in my arms and kissed her, telling her everything was going to be okay and I will be there for her whenever she needs me.

After that night, we spent most of our time together. It started with phone calls, then meeting her during Charlie's visits, then lunch dates during my afternoon breaks. Since Charlie was still my patient so we couldn't make our relationship public. It felt all kinds of wrong. Therefore there were still some of my female colleagues fawning all over me and I took great interest when Chelsea became furious at them. It was laughable but sometimes it was dangerous like the one time when I met a patient during our date.

Carmen was a patient of mine from initial days and I haven't seen her ever since she got discharged. She was in a table behind us and when she saw me, she immediately approached our table. I invited her to our table because she was sitting alone and that was all shades of wrong for Chelsea. Throughout our time she kept shooting daggers at her and whenever Carmen would start a conversation, she would find a way to distract me by kissing me out of the blue or by running her hands through my hair. I was clearly embarrassed by her behavior. Chelsea was too much possessive towards me and I remembered that night was the first night I shouted at her and drove away home.

The next morning when I went to the hospital Charlie's condition was critical. His heart was beating in frenzy, and he was taking painful labored breaths. I knew time was escaping from his hands and he knew it too. He told me he wanted to see Chelsea for the last time. He was clutching my hand tight telling me he couldn't go, he had to see Chelsea and tell her he loved her, that he wanted to see her happy always. But in the end Chelsea could not make it in time and he passed away. But before he did he told me to take care of her.

The guilt that overcame that moment was unimaginable. I remembered my fight with Chelsea and groaned realizing how I had left her in her doorstep the previous night.

I wondered how she would feel; I wondered if she would hate me, I wondered if she would blame me for her father's death because I certainly did even though things were not in my hands. When she finally reached the hospital, she didn't cry, she didn't even look at me. I stood by her during the funeral and watched the coffin go down in the freshly dug grave. Chelsea didn't shed a tear then either. I was thinking maybe I should leave her alone because she did not want me around. Maybe she really hated me. But then I couldn't go when I finally saw her fall apart in the kitchen. I took her in my arms and kissed her tears away.

She told me she hated her house without Charlie, hated herself because she couldn't see him during his last moments, hated that I didn't want her anymore and hated that she was all alone.

I didn't think twice before telling her to move out with me.

And she didn't deny me either.

Ever since Chelsea moved in with me, I took her as my responsibility. It had been an obligation at first because of Charlie, but soon I realized how much I craved for her presence in my life. I loved waking up to her bright smile, loved the delicious meals she cooked for me, loved the silly texts she sent when I was in the hospital, loved the moan inducing massages she gave when I came home and loved the love making that followed soon after.

I would be lying if I said that thought that 'she was the one for me' hadn't crossed my mind. But it was just a thought until the day Chelsea confessed that she loved me. I wasn't surprised by those words really. I knew she loved me but I wasn't sure until one day I unexpectedly came upon an entry in her journal that I wasn't supposed to see.

Heart and soul I fell in love with you

Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, madly

Because you held me tight

And stole a kiss in the night

Heart and soul, I begged to be adored

Lost control, and tumbled overboard, gladly

That magic night we kissed

There in the moon mist

Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling

Never before mine were so strangely willing

But now I see what one embrace can do

Look at me; it's got me loving you madly

That little kiss you stole

Held all my heart and soul

I didn't know what love was or what it felt like. I only knew that whatever I had with Chelsea was beyond anything I had ever felt with someone. Maybe it was love.

That time I had given blind eyes to maybe.

Instead I told her I loved her too.

I didn't realize that time how much those words were going to cost me and how it was eventually going to break her down.

It was Chelsea's 20th birthday and we went to Paris to celebrate. We roamed around the city, took dozens of pictures and then I took her to dinner in a fancy restaurant. When we returned that night, I made love to her repeatedly. When we lay spent exhausted I asked her to wish anything.

She wished to be my wife.

The next day I got down on my knee and proposed to her.

Every decision in my life which had to do with Chelsea had been on impulse. I never gave a thought about the future. I kept on doing whatever it was that made her happy. I kept on leading her and granting all her wishes. I never stopped to think if this was right or if this was what I wanted.

Until it was too late.

One day during lunch hour in Hospital, I was sitting with some of the doctors when Marcus introduced me to his wife Jane. She was a small woman with big round eyes and friendly smile. I learned that they were expecting and they were going to have twins so his wife brought a lunchbox full of delicious foods for all of us as a treat. Throughout the meal I watched the couple interact with each other in this silent conversation that only they could understand. When he laughed, she laughed, when she moved, he moved. They were like magnets. A sudden thought came to my head; do people see the same thing when they see Chelsea and me?

One thought led to another and I realized what we shared was not love. Or I should say what I felt was not love. Because whatever I felt for Chelsea was nothing in front of the love that Marcus felt for Jane.

I realized how much lonely I had been before Chelsea came to my life. I didn't have Charlotte looking after me, I didn't have Peter patting on my shoulder telling me he was proud of me, I had no one. I had left everything behind in Chicago. Somewhere inside I craved of that lost love and attention so when Chelsea stumbled into my way I took her as mine. She filled a hole in my heart that I didn't know ever existed. She was there for me when no one was; she gave me the love and attention I desired. And I mistook it as love.

The sudden realization made me fall from the sky.

I closed my eyes and every memory with Chelsea flashed behind them. All I could see was guilt, guilt, guilt, there was too much guilt. When I returned home to Chelsea that evening and found her looking through the bridal magazines, the guilt doubled.

"Edward what do you think about this dress? I always wanted a dress like this for my wedding…actually this is exactly what I had dreamt about" She said with excitement in her eyes. These days she looked so happy, I knew it was all because of the wedding.

A wedding that would never happen.

"Chelsea..I...can't"

"You don't like the dress?" She asked dejectedly.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and ran my hands through my wild hair. There were no better words to call a wedding off without hurting someone so I decided to be blunt.

"I cannot marry you"

Her face fell.

"I thought I love you Chelsea..." I sighed. "Fuck! I love you but I am not in love with you"

Tears ran down her face.

"I am sorry...I am really really sorry"

She stood up and bolted out from my house.

Two hours later I got a call that changed my life forever.

"Hello can I speak to Edward Masen?" a woman asked on the other end of the line.

"Yes speaking"

"Your fiancée had an accident"

"What happened to her?" Bella asked with wide eyes. She was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn to her chest and her hand clutching the bed sheet in a tight fist.

Edward was sitting on the couch, looking at her with a sad smile on his face.

"Is she..?" Bella whispered barely. She didn't have to complete the sentence because Edward knew exactly what was going on her mind. His eyes widened and he almost growled.

"No!" he racked his fingers through his hair. "She is alive..."

"Where is she?" Bella asked in a small voice. Her mind suddenly wondered to the night they had sex. Could it be that she was there? NO!

"Shit! Bella...she isn't in Forks" Edward said and she realized she had said those words aloud. Edward let out a huge breathe and continued.

"She had few fractures in her bone from the accident but nothing that couldn't heal...except her memory"

Bella gasped.

"She couldn't take it Bella…that wedding was everything to her..." His voice was painful when he spoke "When I called off the wedding...she got a mental shock which caused her memory to erase completely"

"Transient global amnesia?" Bella asked. Edward nodded.

"I didn't know what to do...the guilt was so overwhelming. I watched her sleep every night and thought about all the wrongs I have done. She didn't know me, she didn't know who she was…it was painful to be with her and see her fade away in front of my eyes. She was ratty and obnoxious with the hospital staffs because she couldn't remember anything. She threw away food, shouted at the doctors and even tried to run away. The hospital couldn't take her attitude anymore and finally set it out that she needed mental care"

Edward dropped his head in his knees and sighed.

"I wanted to take her home with me and take care of her myself...but I couldn't be with her always…even if I left everything what was it that I could do? When I was the one to ruin her life...how I could make it better?"

"So I admitted her to the Sequin Mental hospital…I knew the owner of the hospital and I knew that they would take better care of her…better than me" He whispered the last part to himself.

"Did she get her memory back?" Bella asked.

"Yes…No" Edward said. "She only remembers that she is engaged to me…and that… we are supposed to be married by now"

"Oh God!"

"She doesn't remember that I called off the wedding"

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"She believes I am her husband"

Shit! Right? I know.

What do you think about Chelsea?

Do you think what Edward did to her was right?

Should Bella forgive Edward?

I have left some very minor but significant clues in this chapter. If you have it figured then kudos to you, you know where the story is headed and if you didn't don't worry you will understand when time comes.

Please share your views; I would really like to know your thoughts on this chapter.

Thanks for reading.

Take care,

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