It's somewhere in the four AM hour, and I'm currently pacing in the kitchen in the house that Edward has signed the rental agreement on. It's a cute three-bedroom, two-bath on a cul-de-sac in a charming neighborhood. It's idyllic out here, and there's a part of me that can't wait to be here full time.

There's another part of me that's sick to my stomach because, in all of the drama of the past year and how many months, I've kept something from Edward. I've never told him why my first marriage in my very late teens didn't work out and why I had such deep-rooted trust issues. I'm scheduled to leave him tomorrow, and my whole body is tense with anxiety about him being here alone without me to keep an eye on him.

I shake my head, turning to the coffee maker and brewing yet another cup. I know I don't need to worry about Edward. He's proven that; proven that he's changed and that he's devoted to me. Now, I'm the one with the problem. I should have never agreed to move with him or, more accurately, never agreed to let him move without me.

I can hear him stirring in the bedroom, and he'll wake without me for the third day in a row. He's already suspicious that something's wrong. I know I have to explain myself; I know it.

After several minutes, he comes shuffling into the kitchen and throws me a sleepy smile. "Good morning. Why don't I make myself a cup of coffee, and you can tell me what's on your mind."

I nod, moving to sit at the makeshift kitchen table we set up with some empty plastic totes and wait for him. When he finally settles across from me, he just waits patiently until I can form the words. When I do, it's a verbal diarrhea I've never experienced before.

I tell him all about how my first husband was also in the Navy and how he used every deployment, every time at a school or training, every time he was away from me to cheat on me. He used it as an opportunity to act like he was single and ignore the fact that he had a wife at home, paying the bills, and making sure that while he was in foreign ports getting drunk, I was making sure our car wasn't repossessed.

"I forgave him so many times. My parents are divorced, each of them a couple of times, and I wanted my marriage to be a success. I wanted to get pregnant and have my own happy little family." I wipe at the tears rolling down my cheeks, not even knowing when I started crying.

Edward reaches over to hold my free hand. "It wasn't fair to you, and I'm sorry you had to go through that. What happened that led to the divorce?"

I suck in a breath. "I was a part of the FRG, the Family Readiness Group, to stay apprised of everything that was going on because he wasn't telling me anything. I never knew anything while they were gone. There was a call that had gone out saying that someone was being granted emergency leave from the deployment, and eventually, they would need to be picked up from the airport.

"So many other spouses just couldn't do it. Kids, work, other commitments, and it fell to me even though I was so low on the totem pole. I went and picked her up from the airport, and she barely spoke to me. I figured that someone in her family died or something. I just got her home and left it at that." I pause and look down before continuing, "Then the chief's wife called me in a panic. I had just picked up the woman who had been sleeping with my husband and was pregnant. At this point, we had been married for eighteen months trying pretty consistently, when he was home, for a baby, and I wasn't getting pregnant."

Edward sucks in a sharp breath. "He got someone else pregnant when you couldn't, and you had to take care of her. Holy shit, no wonder you're picky and have trust issues."

I snap my head up to glare at him. "Are you making light of this?"

"Absolutely not, babe. But, I get it now. I really do. When did you file the papers?"

"I had them drawn up a month before they were due back, and I served him while he was in the brig on the ship." I smile a little at that memory. "And I didn't look back."

"But you never moved on," Edward says softly, and it cuts me to the core. "Bella, I love you. I can't imagine someone hurting you like this, but it happened. It's also obvious to me that a lot of the issues that we had while most of them stemmed from me also stemmed from the unresolved feelings you have about your first marriage."

I know he's right. I never wanted to deal with it; I just wanted to pretend like it never happened. "I don't want this to cloud my judgment about what you may or may not be doing while I'm not here." As soon as the words leave my lips, I know where I've gone wrong. Edward has, for the last almost two years, been nothing aside from trustworthy. Edward looks over at me and smiles wryly.

"And what exactly are you worried about me doing while you aren't here?"

I reach out to grasp his hand. "Nothing. I don't think you're going to do anything except your job and making this place your home."

He chuckles a little dryly. "Then what are you worried about?"

I shrug. "I'm not sure, Edward. I'm sorry I said that."

"I'm not offended, but maybe you need to figure that out." I nod, and we finish our coffee in an awkward, uncomfortable silence.