Disclaymer:We all know that S. Meyer is the queen and I'm just some sort of creepy girl who's playing with Edward, and making him suffer :)

Summary: We've gone from perfect, to be nothing. I had everything, until she appeared. Until I decided to fool everything that I've ever known for a second with her. I'm Edward Cullen, and this is the story of how I destroyed my life.

N/A: My Beta is awesome. Thank god for people like "Fear-The-Spork" See ya in a few, lovely readers.

1.- Chapter

"I see right through you any hour," Blue Fundation.

Coming Undone
By Mommy's Bad Girl

April, 2009

"I love you," My wife says before kissing me goodbye.

I love her but I don't tell her. I don't know why.

It's probably because I don't think she deserves it, even though deep down I know she does.

She deserves everything; a husband who loves her, someone who can make her happy.

She deserves the whole world.

"I love you!" I scream while I walk towards my car. Her cute smile makes me laugh, because it makes her face brighter. She's beautiful.

I love her… and that's what makes me tell her.

Because she deserves it and yes, I may be selfish… but I don't want to make her suffer because of three simple words.

I get to my car, like I do every single morning. The radio blares like it does every single morning. My cup of coffee is between the seats like it is every single morning.

I love my mornings but I hate them too.

They're all the same but I feel like something is different today. It's like there's a shift in the air.

Today is the first day my new assistant will be working with me. We had to let Ashley go because of her pregancy. She had taken an early materinty leave and she had recommended this girl to take her place.

I just prayed that she knew what she was doing.

I hate disaster.

I hate messy things.

I think about my wife and I smile. She was planning on taking a pregnancy test today, nervous about the results. It excites me when I think about a little Edward Cullen growing up inside her belly.

We have been trying for months, but nothing ever happened.

I was afraid that she had a problem. I was afraid, because I could have a problem too. I was fearful that we both couldn't be parents at all, that we weren't mean to be.

The idea of not having anything at all scares me shitless but I knew that my life was perfect. We were perfect and we could make something even more perfect from there.

My life was incredible.

This pregnancy will be incredible too.

I arrive to my office and I mutter a 'hello' to the doorman. I wave to a lot of people while I walk to the elevator.

I know that most of them are a bunch of hypocrites but again, I can be one too.

I get into the elevator and I push the button with the biggest number on it. The generic music that comes out of the speakers is already giving me a headache and just when I'm about to scream "STOP IT!" and punch something, the doors open again.

And she comes in.

The first thing I notice is that her shoes are dirty and her skirt is full of wrinkles.

She's not perfect.

She's nothing like my wife.

She's no one.

But at the same time, she is someone.

She shifts nervously on the spot and I can see a smile on her lips.

And then, her eyes meet mine. She checks me out like some kind of preppy girl, and then she bites her bottom lip.

She has the nerve to wink at me before she turns back around.

She eye-fucked me!

I feel so disgusted.

The doors open again and I'm at my floor.

She comes out right behind me and I want to scream again.

No.

This cannot be happening.

Surely, she got confused and followed me but she's not here to see me, is she?

This cannot happen on my perfect day. In my perfect life.

In my perfect office.

"Mr. Cullen?" She asks, and her voice is so tiny and fragile. I nod, clutching my briefcase until my knuckles turn white.

"I… ah… I… I'm really sorry about the elevator thing. I… I didn't know," She starts, but I cut her with a wave of my hand.

She has to shut up. Her voice is so…

Disgusting.

"I want the reports of the Newton's case on my desk in less than one hour," I say. Without another word or glance, I walk to my office leaving her there, standing with her mouth hanging open like a fucking goldfish.

"Oh, and Miss…?" I say over my shoulder, not even looking at her completely. Her face gives me chills and I fucking hate it.

"Swan," She answers in a whisper.

"Miss Swan, I expect you to be more… presentable and clean tomorrow. If I ever see that type of behavior again in my office, you won't have a job to come back to," I say and then I close the door behind me.

This is fucked up. This is not perfect.

This has to change because it's the only way that my life can keep working.

This has to be perfect.

I didn't know what I was going to do if something changed.

Fuck.

A/N: Perfectward is here to stay. What do you think?

I'll be waiting for your opinions :)

xoxo

Mommy's Bad Girl