Late

by reyes139

He's late...again, I murmured under my breath while I watched the clock tick on with another minute wasted on waiting for the man I loved with everything I had. Isabella married the man of her dreams, loves him fiercely, but what happens when he forgets the vows he's said-when work and family become priority and the one you have at home gets tired of you always being late. No Cheat

16. Chapter 16

Hey guys, I'm sorry for the wait on this next chapter but I haven't been feeling well for a few days now. My blood pressure has been high amongst other things and I need the rest. I promise that it won't take me forever to update but if I miss a day don't fret.

I'm hoping everything calms down once the book is out…I have a lot going on in my RL and I'm feeling stretched thin. Thanks for your understanding.

Massy/reyes139

Bella's POV

Chapter 16

"What have you done to my son?" my mother-in-law screeched through the phone.

Not in a conversational tone mind you; I had ignored every single call from her since Edward had left. I'd had enough of her belittling and anger, and had opted to just ignore the old bat before my patience ran out and I kicked her ass.

At first, it was the father begging me to reconsider my position and to forgive what he described as what: "stupid hormones were making into a bigger deal." Then, I was told that he expected more from me, that I now fell into the category of Angela.

Aren't they the lovely in-laws everyone dreams about when getting hitched?

The only person on my side through this ordeal had been my sister Esme and her husband Paul. What I would've done without their support and love those first few nights after Edward had vacated our home, I will never know.

"He . . . he quit! Do you have any idea what you have destroyed? You inconsiderate—"

"Mom, who the hell are you yelling at?"

My stomach clenched and my eyes teared up.

I would know that voice anywhere.

"That brat you call a—"

"What part of 'Leave Isabella alone' did you and Dad not understand? You want to blame someone? Huh? Will that make you feel better?"

"Edward . . . Son . . . I—"

"No. Save it. You want me to lay it all out? Want to hear why I truly quit? Then fine, here it is . . ."

I could hear the anger and desperation in Edward's voice in the background.

"I quit because I need to fix my marriage. I quit because I'm sick and tired of always being the one to give and give and give, yet get nothing in return.

"Edward!" Jane, his mother, gasped.

"I quit because Ben is irresponsible and hasn't grown up, and lastly, I quit because I refuse to . . ."

My eyes burned; I couldn't continue listening to his despair.

I needed my husband back, but I couldn't afford to get my hopes up.