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.

A/N: My beta is... well, you know. She's awesome. Fear-The-Spork is awesome. Awesome. Awesome. :)

6.- Chapter

"I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go" Taylor Swift

Coming Undone

By Mommy's Bad Girl

December, 2009

"You... you can't do this to me."

I laugh. Hard.

"You don't say? I can do whatever the hell I want. Or what? You thought that because I was fucking you this was going to last forever?" I look at her with my most cruel smile. "You... you thought that I was going to fall in love with you? Oh my god, I can't believe you're that stupid! You thought that I was going to leave my wife for you? That this was going to be the fairy tale in which the secretary falls in love with the boss and they live happily ever after?"

I laugh even more hard. She can be so... naïve sometimes.

"I don't... I don't know that you're talking about."

"Of course you do. You thought that I was going to fall in love with my employee, dump my wife and then marry you."

"SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU NEED! IF SHE DID THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU FUCK ME? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE GIVING ME EXPLANATIONS? YOU CARE FOR ME! YOU CARE FOR ME AND THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T WANNA HURT MY FEELINGS! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE HERE!" She screams with tears running down her face.

It looks... disgusting.

I wanted to yell back and tell her that she was wrong, but I couldn't, because she was right. Nothing was enough for me. Not my wife, or my family and it wasn't anyone's fault. Not even Isabella's. It was mine.

It was mine, because I've always wanted more. I was so fucking selfish.

God... I hate me so much.

"Please... please, don't leave me," Isabella says in a whisper and gets up from her chair. "Please, Edward. You're the best thing that has ever happen to me."

"How can you say that after all the shit that I've done to you?" I answer and Isabella, with a soft move, sits on my lap.

I don't make a move. I can't hug her. I don't want to do it. This is a mistake.

"Because I know that behind that evil mask that you wear, there's something good," She says and tries to kiss me, but I move my face. This has to stop. Now.

"I can't stand you. I've never done it and I never will. Yes, there's something about you that I find appealing but I hate you for that, Isabella. I HATE YOU for ruining everything," I answer in a low and cruel voice and I get up from my sit, making Isabella almost fall from my lap.

"Everything was perfect 'til you came into my life," I take her by the hips and I sit her on my desk, opening her legs with mine.

"I hate you," I whisper close to her lips as I watch her eyes. They're full of tears, but I don't care. I need to finish this.

"And this will never happen again," I say and I rip her underwear with both of my hands.

"Understood?" I growl and I get inside of her in one stroke.

The only sounds coming from the office are our moans. I penetrate her with force again, and again, and again, loosing myself in her body, and I enjoy it, because I know that it'll be the last time it ever happens.

Her nails dig on my back and I welcome the pain. I deserve it.

God... I deserve everything and even more.

My hands are on her ass and I push her against me to feel here more. I wanna cry, because she looks fucking beautiful... And I don't get it.

I don't get why she's beautiful, but she fucking is.

She's horribly beautiful and I hate her for it.

She's not perfect.

She's not my style.

But I can't help kissing her, because I know that I'm going to miss this but I need to stop for my family's well-being.

Her little hands curl in my hair and her face is two centimeters from mine and for minutes, hours... I just look at her; and she looks at me, and the sound of our gasps burns into my memory.

I love her.

God... I love her so much and I feel so disgusted with myself right now.

I love her because she's my personal drug.

I hate her because of everything she represents.

Everything that she made me be.

Everything that we're never going to be.

And while I rammed harder into her and I grab her in every single place, leaving bruises on her white skin, I fail to realize how my office door is now open.

And while I grunt her name when I come, I fail to see the tears rolling from the green eyes that are looking at us from the door.

I fall, exhausted, over Isabella's body on the top of my desk and that's when I hear it.

I hear the sob coming from the door.

I hear her tears pouring down her eyes, and I hear mine in the future.

My head shouts up and there she is, mi wife, with two cups of coffee spilling on her feet, and her beautiful and perfect face transformed on a mask of... revulsion.

I'm so agitated that I can't speak. And then, everything stops, and for a second I look at her green eyes, and they look at me, and I see everything that I just broke.

Her hands hugs her belly, trying to protect our baby. Isabella then, looks at her.

And the two women look at each other and I feel that I have no blood left in my body.

I try to say something, but my throat is so dry that I just gasp.

I can feel Isabella's warm body under me but everything goes away.

And there's just one person left... my wife.

"Esme..." I whisper, but she shakes her head and her eyes are so full of disgust that the air leaves my lungs.

And then... she runs. She turns around and she starts running towards the elevator and I run behind her, ignoring Isabella's little hand trying to stop me.

"STOP, ESME! NO!" I scream... but It's too late for that.

And there's no one who can hear me screaming.

There's no one who can hear me crying.

There's no one who can stop me from falling.

I'm alone. So alone that I can even hear the sound of my heart bumping my ears.

So alone in this world that it doesn't matter if it's perfect or not anymore.

Because there's nothing left.

Nothing.

And it'll never be full again, because of me.

This was my fault.

My one and only fault.

Omg... yep. Yep. I know. SHOCKING. From the first moment that I thought about doing this story, Esme was my "Perfect" wife. You know... seen as how she's always so maternal and stuff like that.

Leave some love, dammit!

*Mommy's Bad Girl