As soon as I signed those papers then it would all be over. And I had come close to doing it many times but in the end I could never get the pen to quite touch the paper. Now they sat there on the brown cardboard moving box mocking me about the life I use to have. I hadn't talked to Edward since that day at the lawyer's office but I tried to. I called everyone that he ever knew yet none of them would tell me where he was or how I could reach him. I wanted to know his reason because somewhere deep down inside of me I knew that if I could only hear his reason then maybe I could forgive him and we could go back to the way things were but that didn't appear as if that was ever going to happen, so here I sat in my now empty living room waiting for the movers to come and take away my life. I decided to keep the house in Maryland because I am pretty sure that it would have been the straw to break the camel's back if I knew someone else was going to have my storybook life here while I went back to live with my father in dreary, dull Forks, Washington.

I had said my goodbyes to everyone here last night and now I slammed the trunk on the last box of my life here in Maryland as I prepared to make the long drive across the country. Two thousand nine hundred and fifteen miles. I walked around to the driver side door casting one last look back at the house that I had loved so much but I had to forget that now and move on. I rubbed my hand across my stomach that was now beginning to show. I had done well to hide it, wearing a lot of flowing tops and t-shirt dresses that hardly showed a curve of my body but today I had worn my regular tank top and yoga pants because for the first time in five and a half months I wasn't going to have to hide my baby anymore. I slid into the car and headed towards the highway.

About five miles down the road I realized that I had forgotten to turn off the water at the house, so with a sharp U-turn I made my way back angry with myself that I didn't check my list of things to do before leaving. However when I approached my house I noticed a car in the driving way and a very disheveled Edward carrying a bag into the house. I guess I didn't have to worry about the water being on then. He had been waiting for me to leave so he could come home and for a moment I thought about stopping the car and giving him a piece of my mind but for obvious reasons I couldn't. So I pulled over on the next side street and dialed the number for the house phone which I had planned on disconnecting when I got to Forks a decision that I was now happy with. Figuring that the answering machine would just pick up, I planned a long tirade that I would deliver as soon as the machine went beep, however after a few rings a silky voice picked up instead.

"Alice I told you that I would call you when I go settled in! Can't you give me five damn minutes of peace?" I had never heard Edward address his sister so roughly before not even when they use to fight when we were younger.

"Edward….it's not Alice." My voice was shaky and no matter how I tried to hide it I knew he could tell.

"Bella….I mean Isabella, how did you know I was here?" He had faltered which gave me some glimmer of hope deep down inside my heart that maybe he didn't hate and resent me as much as I thought.

"I forgot to turn the water off. But I guess it doesn't matter now."

"Look Isabella, I have a lot to get done today so I really need to be going." He was trying to get me to say goodbye and suddenly all the anger that I felt towards him came rushing back. He wasn't going to end it this time; it was my turn to say when it was over.

"Well I hate to tell you Edward but I really don't give a fuck. You are going to answer some of my questions first, understood?" I didn't even wait for his response because as soon as I figured he wasn't going to hang up on me I continued. "First off, is there going to be another woman sleeping in our bedroom?"

He let out a sigh before he answered. "No."

"Second, I want to know the reason for the divorce. And I don't want the bullshit that people change and we have just grown apart because I have some pretty damn good evidence to prove otherwise." I ran my hand over my stomach.

"You really want to discuss this over the phone? Seriously?" He was trying to stall, I could tell by his nervous laugh at the end.

"Well we cannot seem to be able to get in the same room together for more than 10 minutes alone to discuss this so I really don't see another option. Unless you are going to come out where I am going and talk like a grown up then I really am out of ideas."

"Maybe if you told me where the hell you are going then I could come out there! But you are so damn secretive about it! What are you hiding Isabella? Is it another man?" Edward knew exactly which buttons to press to piss me off and right now he had pressed them all.

"What would it matter if it was another guy? You left me remember. You are the one that broke my heart and if some other guy comes along and is willing to pick up the pieces then so be it. You don't get a say in that matter anymore Edward."

"Oh really? Well until you sign those papers then I hate to tell you baby but what you do is still my business." Finally I had a way to pin him in the corner.

"Well then that would mean your business is still mine to know and I want to know why you want the divorce and is that the reason for all the drinking or were you just that disgusted with having me as your wife." I knew the last part would push him the most because no matter what has happened between us I knew he would defend that.

"Oh cut the crap Isabella! You know that I would never even think of something like that!" The line went to quiet for a moment like he had gotten off the phone but then I heard a sharp breath and the tears in his voice. "The divorce had nothing to do with you, it was all me. I was stupid enough to take something good and fuck it up. So there you go my reason. Does it help to know that you were married to a man who couldn't….never mind. Just know it had nothing to do with you." Then the line went dead and I laid my head on the steering wheel and cried for all the misfortunes that life had dealt me. I cried for the fact that my baby wouldn't know how great of a man its father was. I cried because for the first time in months I felt like I would never be able to move from the spot that I was parked because I was in too many pieces to be put back together again.

THERE IS NOT MUCH MORE TO THE EXTENDED VERSION JUST TWO OR THREE MORE CHAPTERS. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. THANKS FOR READING.