AN: Sorry, if this chapter is long, but a lot had to be written for it to progress. also I would like to thank me beta, Jasper01 for help me make this chapter the best chapter it can be. :) Hope you like it. I'm going to be trying to update every Sunday or before. Hopefully. Enjoy and don't forget to review.
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Life can really be a pain in the ass.
That thought was running through Edward Cullen's mind as he watched his wife, Isabella Cullen; try on dresses with his mother, Esme and sister, Alice. They were searching for the 'prefect' dress for Isabella to wear for their wedding anniversary dinner and as he sat there, counting down the minutes, a sense of disgust started to grow in his stomach.
You wouldn't have been able tell by the look on his face. He had the look of a loving, calm man that would do anything for his wife. But under the surface, he was sneering in disgust at his wife. She was, currently, showing of a blood red strapless dress that hugged her breasts, waist and hips. The dress was knee length and had a slit on the right thigh. It wasn't the dress that repulsed him. It was the way she was modeling the dress that disgusted him.
It was obvious that she wasn't just modeling the dress for him or his family. She was also modeling for the male clerk in the dress shop. For the past 10 minutes, she had been staring at him through the mirror while she was licking and biting her lips and rubbing her hands over her body, obviously trying to get the poor man aroused. And with the way he was fidgeting and the sudden turn of his thoughts, it was working.
And that was what disgusted him so much. It was obvious that his 'wife' had so little respect for him that she would willingly whore herself in front of him. Hell, she wasn't even shielding her thoughts from him! But, oddly enough, he was ok with it. He had had years to really see her for who she really was and had been able to build a deep hatred towards her. Of course he kept it well hidden for obvious reasons.
One of them being that he had a beautiful daughter named Renesmee or Nessie with his whore of a wife. If it wasn't for her, he would have divorced Isabella the moment he realized that she had been cheating on him for most of their marriage. But he didn't, because he loved her and she was his only reason for living. But there have been moments when he actually got the feeling that she actually knew what was going on between them and that she didn't approve of what her mother has been doing. But he wasn't entirely sure.
The only people he knew for sure that actually knew were Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett. Jasper knew because of his gift of empathy. Rosalie just seemed to have always known which explained her hate towards Bella when she had first met her. Emmett figured it out when Bella, herself, had tried to give him head. Of course, he resisted and Rosalie's hatred for Bella grew. His mother and sister were oblivious and actually believed her act of innocence. Of course, he really couldn't blame them since Esme was naturally a sweet and caring person, always giving someone the benefit of the doubt and Alice probably couldn't 'see' what Bella's doing because of Bella's gift of shielding. Oh, how he wished he could crush her for messing with his family.
Edward was pulled from his thoughts by the feel of someone shaking him. He looked up and into the honey-brown eyes-so much like his own-of his wife.
She smiled down at him, "Edward, dear. It's time to go."
He smiled back at her, falsely and got up from his seat. Once he righted himself, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"So, what did you buy?" he asked, faking curiosity.
Sensing a chance to hear herself talk, Bella, immediately, started to explain what they had gotten. While she talked, Edward pulled Bella closer and buried his nose in her hair, sniffing. The scent he had fallen in love with no longer existed. In its place, were multiple scents. There were also some that stood out more than others. The smell of her perfume, some guy's cologne, and sex stood out the strongest.
Suddenly, Edward was overcome with the urge to rip her limb from limb. But, of course, it was gone the moment it came. He had amazing self-control and an image to protect. He, soon, was pulled from his thoughts when they arrived at Alice's Porsche. They climbed in with Alice driving, Esme in the passenger seat and Edward and Bella in the back. Alice started the car, backed it up, and then drove it home.
During the ride home, Edward fell back into his thoughts and started to remember the day he found out his wife was really a slut. He had had his suspicions, but that day had really opened his eyes, literally.
Flashback start
It was the day of their 15th yrs wedding anniversary. Their dinner date had been held outside, in their clearing that year, being that it was such a beautiful, cloudless night. The moon was beautiful silver and the stars were sparkling with a fierce intensity. It had been 15 minutes after the date was suppose to start when Edward realize that Bella was late. He had started to panic, wondering if something had happened to her. He had been searching the forest when he had came across Jasper.
Edward explained the panic to Jasper when Jasper suddenly started chuckling.
"What's so funny?" Edward asked, annoyed.
Jasper just shook his head and pointed in the direction the cabin, "I saw her go into the house, a little while ago."
Edward nodded and moved toward the house. Once inside, he started to search for her. He searched the whole downstairs, before going upstairs. As he climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway, Edward got a foreboding feeling. When he saw that his old bedroom door was open and the lights were on, instead of running to the door like he wanted, he silently walked to it and softly opened it the rest of the way.
What he saw would forever be engraved into his mind.
Across from the doorway, sat his old bed that he had gotten for Bella. Laying across the bed with clothes all around them and naked was Bella and a mystery man. Bella was on her back, holding her legs spread wide open, while the mystery man was holding onto her hips, thrusting his penis deep into her. Her head was thrown back with passion as she moaned commands to her sex partner and played with her firm breasts. The man had his head buried into her neck as he obeyed her and fucked her into the mattress.
Not being able to watch as his wife was being fuck by another man, Edward ran, quietly, but quickly, out of the house and into the surrounding forest.
Flashback end
He had stayed out into the woods until he could get his thoughts in other. Once he did, he had returned to the cabin and acted as if nothing had happened between them, while on the inside, he was burning with hatred and disgust towards her, wishing that he could rip her apart and make her feel as much physical pain as he felt emotionally. 2 weeks later, Jasper and Rosalie confronted him about them knowing all along that Bella was a slut. That she had used her innocence act to make him fall in love with her and used him.
The sound of doors opening, woke Edward from his thoughts. He got out of the car, but instead of heading into the house like the others, he walked into the forest. Edward walked aimlessly, until he came upon scent that caught his attention.
The scent was musky and masculine, with a hint of rain, grass and forest. If Edward thought Bella's scent sung to him, then this scent was sweet hypnotic choir of intricate notes of blissful whisper of harmony. The scent was calling him, begging him in a sad low tone to come to it. He followed the scent, hummed harmony, until it led him to a 2-story house, with a front and back patio and a shed that could hold 2 cars. In the driveway, sat a moving van.
Not wanting to resist being exposed, Edward took one more deep breath of the delicious and sensual scent and then walked back toward the house. As he walked, he vowed to himself that he would find whoever had that scent and make them his. It wasn't because he wanted to possess them or deprive the owner of their life by draining them. No, it was because of the connection he felt towards the scent, a sort of familiarization, as if the scent was meant to be a part of him, and him only. That his scent, his body was meant to mold, form a tapestry of interlaced melodies, and become one with that scent, one with that person.