Edwards's POV
Chapter 6
The house was dead silent as I entered through the connecting door from the garage. Not a single light had been left on and there was the distinct smell of a candle that had burned out permeating the air. It was that distinct smell that made me pause where I stood and take a look around the room. The table was still set for two: plates, goblets of water, and a wine glass poured.
Flowers decorated the center in the crystal vase we'd been given at our wedding . . . white pillar candles burnt down to the end. The entire table would've looked cozy and romantic except for the foreboding tone the burnt candles set.
This feeling took over my entire frame as I finally set my eyes on her. The defeated aura that surrounded her making me see, that I had maybe pushed her too far this time.
There she was: my Bella with a blank look on her face, and an envelope on the table before her.
"Sorry I'm late, babe," I began as I made my way toward where she sat. "Work got so hectic and I couldn't find a minute to call . . . sorry." My hands pushed forward the two-day-old flowers I had been able to conjure up from the local convenience store and laid them before her.
She didn't even blink.
"Is the food in the warmer?"
She laughed.
"Isabella, I know you're pissed, baby, but Ben needed me–"
"Fuck you, and the irresponsible piece of shit you call a brother, too."
"Watch your mouth when you speak of my family, Isabella," I spat, so tired of her never ending resentment toward them for needing me. Of course she wouldn't understand since her parents died when she was young and her sister raised her to be independent. Not that they weren't close, it's just they both believed in doing things for themselves.
"Family," she maniacally laughed, "what a crock! I was under the impression that I was your family. That I was the priority."
"You are, baby."
She scoffed and went back to looking out our patio doors.
"Ben is going through a rough patch and the business is all he has. The new contracts we've landed will put us in a position to make a name for ourselves at last. My parents could finally retire down in Boca, and Ben could take over the business for a year so you and I can start planning our own family."
"You're a little too late," she mumbled, then stood from her chair and told me: "Maybe you should read that," as she pointed to the envelope and then walked out of the room.
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