A/N: mad love to my fabulous beta: plainjanedee

4. Enough

Time went by in a blur as Bella held onto the arm of the couch and began to pull herself up. After she'd listened to the voice on the other end of that soul-crushing phone call, she'd gotten over her pity party and gone a little crazy. She had started throwing anything she could get her hands on; breaking knick-knacks and smashing picture frames and vases. The special anniversary dinner she'd prepared-well, his anyway- was now a colourful mess splattered in all directions across the walls and the tiled floor. And that godforsaken clock that had been taunting her? Well, that shit was torn off the wall and launched across the room.

Chuckling bitterly, she stood to her feet and staggered across the living room to grab the bottle of wine she had opened earlier. Grasping the bottle by the neck, she yanked it from its cooler, turned and made her way into their bedroom. Glass and chunks of porcelain crunched beneath the sole of her heels as she went. A satisfied and sadistic smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Kicking off her heels, she sat on the bed and thought about anything and everything, while drinking her wine a little more aggressively. She remembered all the little things that should've warned her, but how easy it was to overlook them when she didn't want to believe that it was even remotely possible for Jake to be unfaithful. Now, though, she understood it wasn't just a possibility, it was actually happening. She was really living this nightmare.

Lifting the bottle to her lips, she took another hearty gulp as her mind replayed the first time she'd ever suspected anything. She'd walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and found Jake in the laundry room texting someone. When she asked who he'd been talking to, he shrugged her off and slid his cell back in his pocket, before hurrying back into the living room. Alarm bells sounded in her head like a goddamn fog horn, but because she thought she knew the man she loved, Bella stupidly ignored them.

Then, of course there was the receipt she'd found in his jeans to one of the most popular restaurants in Forks-a place she'd been wanting to dine at herself-stating he'd paid for two meals on the night he'd texted to tell her he was working late and wouldn't be home for dinner. And guess what? Bella, being the ever-loving wife that she was, drove her naive ass over to the shop to bring him something to eat, only to find that his truck wasn't there and the shop was locked up tight and completely dark. Coincidence much?

Let's not forget about the night she'd been lying in a suggestive position on their bed, wearing the black lace lingerie set she knew he liked, only for him to come home late and tell her he was too tired to make love and wasn't in the mood. Not in the mood. Not in the fucking mood! He'd always been in the mood.

Then, there was those goddamn texts she'd seen on his phone from a number she didn't recognize, which, as it turned out, belonged to the wife of his motherfucking friend!

So, yeah, right now, she was more than a little pissed. And if that Asshole of a husband of hers walked through that door right now, she'd kick his lying, cheating ass straight back out!

As she drank, she stewed on it, spinning herself into a hot mess of self-righteous anger. The pain would push forward, bringing tears to her eyes, and then she would push back, turning it into indignant rage, because that was much easier to deal with in her current state of mind. After a while, the wine was working, so she was feeling more distant from the heartache and as she looked around the room that belonged to her and her husband, she decided she wanted to hurt him, the way he'd hurt her.

Music. She needed music. Bella sluggishly got up and plugged her Iphone into the speaker, and put Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know on endless loop. She turned it up, loud. As the breathy, staccato lyrics began, Bella closed her eyes and let the tone of the song wash over her. The hard, tinny guitar strums started and she threw herself into the song, screaming the accusations into the empty room, alongside Alanis; letting the pain of betrayal and abandonment fuel her animosity.

Bella took her wine bottle and went into their closet, snatching his clothes from their hangers and throwing them into the middle of the bed. Then, she drunkenly stumbled her way across the room to the dresser and pulled his shorts and socks out and threw those into the pile along with his clothes. She grabbed his boots from the corner and tossed those on as well. And when she tried to drink some more wine, she found the treacherous bottle was empty. So, just for shits and giggles, because she was in that kind of mood, Bella generously added the empty bottle to the heap and began pulling all the ends of the comforter together, making a giant hobo pack. Using the twisted-together corners, she ripped it off the bed, and heaved it out of the room. She tugged on it, over and over again, finally getting it to the back door.

Once the door was open, Bella pulled it out onto the porch and into the yard. Then, she opened the corners out wide, like a picnic blanket. A picnic blanket in the middle of her back yard, with all Jacob's clothes, shoes and his stupid muscle car pictures all piled up in the middle. For a hot minute, she contemplated setting the whole mess on fire, but decided it was too much trouble. She was tired from dragging all his crap out of the house and she was thirsty. Dammit, she wanted a fucking drink!

Walking back into the house, Bella slammed the door behind her and went directly into the kitchen to grab another bottle of wine. Making her way to the back door, she locked it and drew the drapes. Looking around, she saw the destruction she had created earlier, shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "Who gives a fuck?!" she shouted to the empty room, "My husband is fucking another woman!" and stomped back to her bedroom, slamming that door behind her as well.

~TBW~

Fucked up. Thats what this shit is. Fucked. The hell. Up. That's what Jake thought as he pulled his truck into the driveway. For the last few hours, he'd been walking aimlessly, trying to sort through the maelstrom of information and emotions that he was now going through. He was no closer to figuring it out than when he'd started, and he was both mentally and physically exhausted. All night he'd wanted to come home, take his wife in his arms and just hold her, but he didn't trust himself.

The anger and white-hot rage he'd been experiencing lately was scaring the living shit out of him. And if he flipped out and hurt her? Hell, he'd never forgive himself. There'd be no coming back from that, so to avoid doing the unthinkable, he just...avoided her. How fucked up was that?

Jake was going damn near insane from missing the warmth of his wife's body, and the love and affection in her touch. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her, kiss her lips, love her...fuck...anything! But he couldn't, and it was killing him.

Sighing heavily, he cut the ignition, leaned back against the seat and dragged both hands over his scalp fighting the urge to slam his fist into the steering wheel.

Lowering his weighted eyes to the dashboard, Jake read the time and groaned audibly.

1:57. AM

Fuck! He'd been out all night! Tearing his keys from the ignition, he removed his safety belt and leapt out of the truck. Hastily, Jake shut and locked the vehicle before jogging around the truck, up the paved pathway and into his house.

"Bells, baby, you u-" the word fell short on his tongue as he turned around and saw the state of his house.

Jesus Fucking Christ! Jake dropped his keys to the floor in sheer panic. His eyes flashed, as he looked around taking in the damage. There was food on the walls and floors, broken dishes, broken pictures, broken every-fucking-thing. He sprinted through the house, his heart hammering against his chest, and not believing his eyes. Who the fuck trashed my house? he thought, as he stepped on and over piles of smashed things all over the floor.

Christ! Where the hell was Bella? Had she been here when this happened? Was she hurt? Jake's anxiety fucking spiked as he frantically called out for his wife. "Bella! Baby, where are you?! Are you alright?!"

Silence greeted him. "Shit!" He yelled in terrorizing fear as he darted quickly through the house, barely able to absorb the destruction, and scared shitless that his wife had been hurt or taken.

"Bella!" Jake yelled again as he reached their closed bedroom door and attempted to turn the knob, pressing his whole weight against the obstacle keeping him from his entire life...except, as he twisted on the handle, it wouldn't open. Shit! He began to pray that she'd locked it to keep herself safe from the motherfucker's who'd ransacked their home.

"Baby! Answer me, please!" He was desperate. His heart was no longer hammering against his chest, it was goddamned racing, pounding, as his body began to tremble and shake violently with fear, nervous about what might be on the other side of the door. God, she must've been fucking terrified, Jake thought as tears of paralyzing horror stung his eyes.

Where the fuck was he while his home was invaded and his wife, Jesus, she would've been frightened out of her mind. He was gone, out wandering around, and purposely staying away from their home-from her. Fuck!

Shame swarmed his body, consuming him instantly. If she'd been harmed, Jake would never forgive himself, and whomever dared to lay a single fucking finger on his wife, would be hunted down and beaten within an inch of his life. His anger surged through his veins as he imagined faceless young criminals breaking into his home and threatening his woman.

Trying to control himself and not let his imagination run wild, he lifted his fist and pummeled on the door again. "Bella! Bella, are you in there?!" his voice rose an octave as unbridled concern assaulted his body. "Baby, please," he begged, his tone cracking now as his forehead connected with the door and he grasped the door frame to keep himself upright. "God, Bella, please be okay, I don't know what I'll do if you're not."

Movement from inside their bedroom caused his head to jerk up and alarm to soar through his body. "Bells? Honey?"

"Stop banging on the fucking door," his wife's voice was cold, distant and extremely out of character, but fuck if he wasn't over the damned moon to hear that she was alright.

~TBW~

Bella knew this moment would come, when she'd have to confront the man who'd vowed nine years ago to love and cherish her until death they did part, but that didn't mean she was ready. He was the only man she'd ever loved, the only man she'd ever given her heart to, and yes, despite the fact he'd done her wrong in the worst possible way, she still fucking loved him. However, that didn't mean she had to like him or even live with him.

"Please," came his quiet and broken voice, and just for a second, she almost felt sorry for him.

Unlocking the door, she opened it and greeted the man she'd married with a void and expressionless face. Shock clutched her heart in a vice grip as desolate and distraught tears fell from his eyes, and worry and fear marred his handsome face. With sorrowful, red-rimmed eyes, Jake released the sides of the door and crashed into her, knocking her back several steps. Desperately, urgently he cupped her cheeks and gazed deep into her eyes, before smashing his lips to hers.

Before she could even register what was happening, he pulled back and held her close, not allowing a single inch of distance between them. Wrapping his fingers around her hair, he whispered passionately, "Don't you ever do that to me again," his trembling lips found hers once more. "Fuck, baby, you scared the living hell out of me. I thought you'd been hurt or taken."

Confused, she tore herself from his arms and moved past him, needing some space. How the hell could he be so worried and kiss her like that when he'd been fucking another woman? How could he disrespect her like that? "Why would you care if I'd have been hurt or kidnapped? I would've thought that would've made it easier for you. One less problem to worry about."

Jake flinched and looked at her with hurt in his eyes. Edging closer to her, he held out his arms. "Bells, honey, what're you talking about?"

Scoffing, a sour laugh tumbled from her mouth. "Don't play me for a fool, Jacob. I know what you were doing tonight! Or should I say, who! I'm not stupid! Where were you tonight? And don't fucking lie to me!"

Bewilderment swam in his eyes. "I went for a walk; I needed to clear my head." He sounded almost sincere, but she just couldn't find it within herself to believe him. His lie felt like a stab to her heart.

"For seven hours?" She challenged, trying to contain her emotions. "You really expect me to believe that?"

"Baby," Jake moved closer again, but Bella stepped back. "Where's all this coming from?"

Refusing to give him any kind of explanation when he couldn't give her the same in return, she shook her head. "It doesn't work that way, Jake, and until you can tell me the truth, I don't want you anywhere near me. You can sleep in the spare room, or hell, go sleep in the bed you've been in for the past few hours. I don't care, either way, just stay away from me."

Bella grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before making her way back toward her bedroom. "Oh," she said, turning and looking at her cheating bastard husband, "And if you're looking for all your shit, you'll find it in the backyard." And with that bombshell, she made her way back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her before clicking the lock again. She felt slightly puzzled that the relief she should've felt from reaming her husband out, wasn't there.

~TBW~

Feeling completely and utterly fucking helpless, Jake walked into the back yard and just a few feet from the fire-pit, was the comforter from their bed, spread out on the bare ground, like a picnic blanket. Except, instead of a feast of all the delicious things that Bella usually made for him, he saw a pile of what appeared to be every piece of clothing he owned, along with his boots and shoes and other bits of his crap. He moved slowly toward it and fell to his knees. With his hands interlocked behind his head, tears of pain fell from his eyes and his heart ached with the ever-growing distance forming between him and the love of his life. Collapsing to the ground, a strangled whimper left his mouth, "What have I done..."

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