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"Would you like to explain what the hell these are?" He asked in a growl and showed me what was in his hands.

That's when I knew my secret was out.

"Bella?" Edward repeated and tossed them to the side. "Bella?"

I couldn't speak. I just couldn't form words. It was physically impossible at the moment.

"Bella." Edward's voice was panicked now he came forward and placed both hands on my shoulders. He shook me slightly

"W-what... How did you get those?" I demanded suddenly mad. Edward stepped back and I crossed my arms. "Tell me now."

"In the mailbox." He said through now clenched teeth.

"Mailbox? Yeah..." I said sarcastically.

"Where else would I get them, huh?" He asked. "Tell me that!"

I swallowed hard, not saying anything.

"See!" Edward threw his hands up. "You know every night I check the mailbox just in case, usually before the news or before dinner but today I did after the news and I found those."

He pointed to the pictures that were now scattered on the floor.

Pictures of Ally.

Pictures of me.

And pictures of Sarah Black.

From the grocery store earlier.

"I..." I stopped and looked at the pictures. Shame, I felt shame. "I was going to tell you."

That was and wasn't a lie.

"I wanted to tell you..." That was the truth. "I promised Ally I wouldn't..."

"Something so tiny like this and you wouldn't tell me?" Edward hissed. "Bella, do you not remember our promises? Our vows damn it! If you can't tell me something like this then I hate to know what else you're keeping from me!"

"I'm not! I don't keep anything from you." I insisted. "Except for this."

"You wouldn't have told me." Edward shook his head in disbelief. "You really weren't going to tell me."

"I wanted to!" I repeated.

"But you wouldn't!" He yelled.

I looked at the floor as though it were suddenly amusing to me. "You said it was something tiny so why does it matter if I was going to tell you or not?"

"Because I'm your husband! So that means if you so happen to run into your murderer, dead, ex-boyfriend's mother I'd like to know." Edward insisted and his voice dropped.

"Ally didn't want me to tell." I told Edward.

Yeah I felt bad for ratting Ally out, but I felt worse for not telling Edward.

"I would have told you." He said.

"Stop making me feel so guilty." I pleaded.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." He told me and bent down to pick up the pictures. "Lets start now."

...

"Where do we start?" I asked Edward.

"Well, who took this damn pictures?" He asked. We were sitting on the couch a foot apart from each other and the pictures on the cushion in between us.

"I don't know." I replied instantly. Edward's head shot up and he looked at me. "I honestly don't!"

"Okay," He nodded and seemed to believe me. I was telling the truth.

"Did they come in some sort of envelope?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but there wasn't any initials or even a stamp. Whoever sent the pictures dropped them off themselves." Edward explained and I nodded a nasty shiver running down my spine.

"Did you notice anyone else in the store?" He asked me.

"No, but Ally said the cashier looked a bit familiar." I replied.

"Was he familiar?" Edward questioned me.

I shrugged. "Not to me, no."

"Okay... What happened at the store Bella?" Edward asked a bit sourly.

I sighed. "I went off to get something while Ally went to get meat... and I was reading the grocery list when I bumped into her. She wasn't very nice, but I mean, she is related to Jacob - his mother to be exact. Okay, you already knew that."

Edward nodded and gave me a look saying he wanted me to continue.

"More talk... And suddenly she brought up Charlie." I said, looking down at the pictures. I had to flip them over after a minute - I couldn't stand them.

"Your dad?" Edward fumed at me.

"Yeah." I nodded. "His funeral anyway."

"What about it?" He questioned sounding curious.

"She believes that since Jacob was on Charlie's will and not alive to claim it, she should get it all. I could be wrong, but I think she believes since Jacob is dead and she's 'grieving' over it, she deserves a bit of a reward, something to help her grief. She said so herself."

"What are you getting at?" Edward said and I looked up at him.

"She wants it all... Everything on the will. Jacob's portion and mine." I spat out quickly.

"What? That's pure insanity!" I heard Edward say loudly. "Impossible."

"I know... I didn't tell her that I don't have any of it either. Well, I have some money but the rest we donated, auctioned... Ya you know, you were there." I said to Edward and he brought in a deep breath.

Without warning he reached across and put his hands on my hips. He pulled me to him and cradled me in his arms.

"I didn't want to tell you hubs because I didn't want to stress you out." I whispered into his neck. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." He sighed; he brought a finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him. I could tell it wasn't fine. "But we're together Bella; soul mates. That means you need to tell me these things. If you're stressed, I am too. If something is going on with you it affects me. You can't keep things from me because you fear that it will bring me down."

"I know." I sighed. "I didn't think it was... bad. I thought I wouldn't see her again but now..." I looked over my shoulder at the pictures behind me. "I guess I was wrong."

"Do you think Sarah planned this?" He asked.

I shook my head then shrugged after further thought. "She certainly didn't take them and she came alone, I'm sure of it! I didn't recognize anyone else either."

"So someone else must have taken the pictures." Edward concluded.

I nodded. "I don't think Sarah even knew photos were taken..."

Who took the damn pictures then?

I could tell Edward was unhappy with more than just the events at the supermarket earlier. I could tell I pissed him off though he tried to hide it.

...

"Nope, nothing. Why do you ask Bells?" Ally asked me through the telephone. I called Ally and asked her if she had any unexpected mail appear in her mailbox. She seemed utterly confused and I refused to explain, because if I explain what happened she would know that Edward found out what had happened.

Plus, I didn't want to stress her out further.

I wondered if she told Jasper.

It actually seemed that they kept a lot from each other come to think of it.

"Oh... No reason, just wondering." I lied quickly.

"Bells..." I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. "I know you are lyin' to me."

"Look, Ally. I have to go." I intervened.

"Yeah, yeah." She grumbled. "If you don't wanna tell me - then so be it!"

"Don't be mad." I begged.

"It better not be somethin' important." Ally huffed. I bit my lip.

"It's not important." I whispered.

I wasn't exactly lying…

"Bye." Ally said.

I didn't have a chance to say my goodbye.

She hung up the phone. I sighed and pressed end on my phone before I got up and put it back on the charger.

"So what's the verdict?" Edward asked me when I turned around.

I shook my head. "Nothing, though I think she is mad at me now."

"Why?" Edward asked me patted his lap. I walked over and sat down sideways in his lap, relaxing a bit once his arms wound around me.

"She knows that something is up." I mumbled and pressed my nose into his neck.

"Well it's not like she doesn't keep things from us." Edward murmured into my hair. "Did you tell her that?"

"No." I replied.

"Why not?" He asked me.

"I don't want to get into an argument with her when it can be avoided. I already have her mad enough." I explained. I heard Ally and Edward get mad at each other once and lets just say Ally can yell. She puts up a fight; she'd win even if she happened to be wrong.

I felt Edward nod and he pulled me tighter. "Everything will be alright."

I laughed a bit. "There's always drama."

He chuckled along with me. "Yeah, life certainly can be interesting."

I sighed. "Are you still mad at me?"

"I wasn't mad at you." Edward argued suddenly tensing.

"Yes you were." I argued. "I know that you were."

I made sense for him to be pissed at me. I really didn't want him to be, but I know that I made a mistake. I know that he was upset.

"No I wasn't." He growled. He was mad all over again/

"Then why were you so mad, huh? Why are you mad now?" I asked him and pulled back to look at his face. He looked rather calm; he's gotten better with his temper. It seems I always toy with it, we both know his limits though.

"I thought you were keeping something from me." He stated so simply. His head tipped down a little bit and his face held no emotion at all. I couldn't read him other than the waves of anger that were so evident around him.

"So you were mad." I said a bit confused. He just told me he wasn't.

"Mad, maybe. I was a little more let down." He confessed and pressed his face into my hair, hiding his expression from me.

Let down?

I…what?

"What? Why?" I asked him and when he didn't instantly reply I moved back and grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Why, Edward?"

"Because I thought you were keeping something from me." He repeated. "I don't want you too."

"I..."

"You would have if I didn't find those pictures." He told me honestly. "We both know that."

"Umm..." I stammered. "Well."

I wouldn't have told him, though now come to think of it, I wish that I would have.

Either way he knows.

"I get Alice wanted you to but I am your husband, Bella." He told me seriously. "And this is important. If you both found one guy hot I would have been alright if you kept that to yourselves... Wait, that's a bad example! Hmm, okay I've got another one, if you and Alice bought a chocolate bar for the ride home and ate it, I wouldn't have cared."

"Oh." I said dumbly, because I couldn't think of something else to say. I felt guilty and he stilled seemed mad.

Edward and I just looked at each other for a while before he responded. "Yeah."

"I wanted to tell you." I confessed honestly.

"I know." He gave a firm nod.

"I didn't want to disappoint Ally, let her down ya know?" I asked him warily. I could tell he was still upset.

"So you were fine with letting me down instead? Disappointing me?" He asked in disbelief though I could tell he expected no answer. His arms instantly unwound from me.

Slowly and carefully, he pushed me aside. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. My mouth was open in agape and when I could comprehend what has happened I jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

I didn't want to disappoint anyone. I didn't want to let anyone down, especially not my Edward.

"No! I never said that!" I said in a pleading beg. Edward was leaning on the counter top, staring at the back door to the left aimlessly, ignoring me. "Edward..."

I heard a crack of lightening outside and stopped myself from whipping my head in direction of the sound.

I walked up to him so I was standing in front of him. "I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to." He said simply.

Stab to the chest that one was. His words hurt more than any pain Jacob ever inflicted on me.

"I didn't want to let you down." I said a bit sourly yet sadly and used finger quotes around 'let you down'.

"Hmm." He said with a stiff nod. I took a step closer and he escaped running off to the left. He didn't run, but he walked off pretty quickly. I didn't follow him instantly but after a moment of feeling rejected a brought in a breath and chased after to him. I chased him to our bedroom where he ran in and slammed the door, locking it. I instantly went to pounding on the door.

It was quiet after I quit pounding and I could hear the rain pelting onto the roof.

"Edward!" I cried. "Open up!"

I heard shuffling but no reply.

I felt a lone tear escape. "What are you doing?"

"Edward?" I croaked out and leaned against the hallway wall beside the door. I slowly slid down to the floor and pulled my knees in against my chest. Pounding on the door was useless.

"Edward." I kept repeating and rested my chin on my knees.

I heard the door open and I shot my glance to the side. Edward stepped out with a suitcase and a pissed off look written all over his face. I pushed myself up off the floor.

"What are you doing?" I asked and latched onto his arm. He didn't reply and started walking off with me still latched to his arm.

"Edward!" I cried once he went to the front door. He dropped the suitcase and turned to face me. He looked down at his arm and carefully plied my fingers off. "What are you doing? Please talk to me."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He hissed.

"I did tell you!" I defended in a cry.

He snorted through his nose. "Come on Bella, we both know if those pictures never turned up you would never have told me. I mean, you probably promised Ally you wouldn't tell."

I swallowed and it was silent until a boom of thunder went off. It caused me to jump. I hated the late summer rainstorms.

"See, you did." He shook his head in what seemed to be disgust. "Keeping things from your own husband."

"I didn't think it was that important." I admitted in a shy voice.

"That important!" He scoffed. "It is, Bella. I'm sorry, but someone wanting our money, someone butting into our lives! Some stupid person that may or may not frighten you threatening you… Oh no, that's not important."

"Please don't." I said. I had nothing to say.

"And then you promise Ally that you won't tell me. Now you tell me it's not important." Edward sighed. "I wonder what else you are keeping from me."

"Nothing, I swear it!" I begged.

He looked down at me and I felt a bit frightened. "Please don't tell me you loved Jacob!"

"What? No! Why would you even say that?"

"You're protecting him, potentially taking care after him, his mother actually." Edward told me.

"Edward you know that…" I started.

"Know what?" He interjected. "All I know is my wife lied to me and doesn't give two shits about me."

"Edward!" I hissed. "You know I love you! I care about you…"

"But it's okay to let me down. To break our trust in each other?" He asked.

I didn't reply. I felt tears forming and a lump in my throat build.

"I can't do this, Bella." He said softly.

"What do you mean?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.

"I need time to think… And so do you-"

"No! Edward, please…" I begged.

"Bella, I'm not going to leave." He told me and I felt relief instantly. I looked at the suitcase then I looked at him in confusion. "Just for tonight."

"T-then you are l-leaving." I stammered out through a choked sob. I could still hear the rain as it pelted down.

"I need… time." He turned and reached for the door. He slipped on his shoes; not bothering to tie them up and he opened the door.

He's leaving.

He's really leaving.

My chest tightened and my vision became even blurrier. My fists clenched and that seemed to be all the energy I had. Edward stepped outside and closed the door, but I kicked it back open before I closed fully.

I ran onto the porch and watched Edward as began to walk around the house to the back.

I followed him in hot pursuit, letting the rain soak me.

"Stop!"

I watched him lift the suitcase up and toss it onto his shoulder.

"Edward!"

I watched his one-foot slip a bit once he walked over a tiny patch of mud. Mud was all over since the rain poured down. His hair was soaked as was the rest of him.

"Wait!"

I watched him round the corner and I quickly did the same. I saw him flip his hair off to the side, getting some rain out of it.

"Don't!"

I watched as he reached his left hand into his pocket, grabbing his truck keys while he kept his right hand on the suitcase, firmly holding it in place.

"Please…"

I watched as he went around the car and to the truck. I saw him throw the suitcase in the back.

"Please!"

I watched him as he walked to the driver side and open the door, hopping in and slamming the door behind him with force.

I froze in place as I watched him start up the truck. I prayed the muddy driveway would be a barrier, that he couldn't move the truck. That he would stay.

My lip quivered when the truck started backing up out of the driveway. The tires pushed through the mud.

I sob released when the red truck became out of my sight.

I went to my knees letting my pants get muddy. I couldn't find it in me to care.

My head fell to my hands and my palms dug into my forehead as I choked out more sobs.

I hated myself even more for being mad at Ally. I was the one who agreed to promise, so easily I could have said no.

I hated Ally for asking me to pick her up at work. I hated her idea of going grocery shopping. I hated Sarah Black for being there. I despised Sarah Black for having Jacob as a son. I wish Jacob went to live with his father when his parents split instead of staying with his mother.

I hated that even though Jacob was dead, he still was ruining my life.

What I hated most though, wasn't any of those things.

What I hated most was that I let the one-person -the only person that I could ever love- down.

He'd never forgive me and even if he did he'd never forget. He'd never have full trust in me again. Something I worked so long to build with him was gone with one stupid move.

My body shook with sobs though I stayed silent.

…

"I miss you already." I whispered into the palms of my hands.

"P-please come home." I begged to nobody.

…

"I miss you."

I pulled at my hair.

"Stay. With. Me"

I tried to swallow.

"Please."

I remembered Edward saying those words to me so long ago. When I ran off with Ally and Jasper, when he came to the bar and asked me to come home.

I've never heard Edward use such emotion.

Until now.

"I've missed you." He said firmly. "I miss you."

His eyes were pleading. "Stay."

He leaned closer. "Stay. With. Me."

He closed his eyes. "Please."

I sobbed harder as I thought of his words. His voice.

…

The rain stopped and I lay on my back staring up at the still dark clouds.

No rainbows in sight.

I watched the trees rustle in the slight wind.

"Why did you leave me?" I choked out.

I watched the trees rustle. I sat up quickly and gave myself a head rush.

I looked at the trees before me and stopped on one particular tree.

The tree Edward and I always would lie under.

It's just for one night. I kept telling myself that in my head.

Over and over again.

It's just for one night.

One night.

Unless he decided… No stop thinking like that!

One night.

One night.

Just for one night.

And in a dry voice I quickly whispered,

"I love you."

…

A/N: Blame the music I listen too! It's sad, hence the sadness.

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