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Author's Note at the end.
Edward looks around anxiously and huffs in irritation. Seth has yet to arrive. He sent him messages reminding him. He called him multiple times, but his calls were never answered. He doesn't understand why?
When has Seth ever chosen to let anything or anyone get between them? He doesn't get it. It makes absolutely no sense to him. Seth should be supporting him not refusing to come to make a point.
His family is not here. He didn't invite them. Why invite them to a circus show with dogs and whistles? He is alone in every sense of the word. He doesn't like this. His head isn't a good place for him to be when he is nervous. It swings him between scenarios of utter catastrophe and ones of blissful happiness. Then there are the in-between that are like mini nightmares waiting to happen.
I shouldn't be here alone.
He spots Bella walking in on Marco's arm. They are the picture perfect of grace, and serenity. Not for the first time, he wishes she never left. He wouldn't be here now, and if he was she would be on his arms not with that pretentious idiot.
She doesn't spot him in between the masses which is exactly what he wants. He moves to a corner close to a curtain where it's even harder for her to spot him and watches from afar as she mingles with the people around her.
He wonders what she will do with what she has once he shows his cards. They can't be useless things if she was willing to risk sneaking into Eleazer's office for them. A couple of days ago, Edward was in the office building retrieving Tanya's coat that she has forgotten in her office.
What he found surprised him; Bella sneaking out of Eleazar's office. He tried to find out what she was doing to no avail. She refused him any explanation. She barely spoke to him, and when she did it was like she was guarding herself against an enemy. He would laugh at the absurdity of the entire thing, if not for its significance. Both of them go after the same person. The difference; his arrows will hit her too.
He has made peace with the fact that this will make Bella hate him more. Had she given him a chance or even a trusting glance he will throw all of this out of the window and figured out a way to make them work while ending the Denali, but she didn't, and she won't. He knows Bella. At this point, it's a matter of pride and dignity for her. She will not be with him.
Maybe she is right and he did abuse her. Maybe his illusion has stopped him from recognizing where he went wrong because he went wrong somewhere, or else she won't be in the wrong arms. She throws her head back laughing and his arm twitches as he fights the urge to go and tuck the hair strand that was freed behind her ear. He doesn't. He doesn't walk to her. He doesn't touch her hair. Their ship is no longer on the docks. It sailed in tempest seas and got shipwrecked. Stray wooden planks landed on a forgotten island that only he can access through his mind.
It is what it is. Everything is set in place. Nothing will change. He yearns to ask her if she made good on her promise. Is she going to put those papers she found in Eleazar's office to good use? How is she controlling the CCTV of the cameras in the office? Those questions and many more cross his mind as he watches her from afar.
"There you are," a voice says cheerfully from the side. He looks to his left and that is all the reason needed for the wrong lips to plant on his.
"I can't believe that the world is about to know that you are my man," she tells him excitedly after she pulls away from the kiss.
He smiles at her weakly and says, "I am glad you are happy." His smile would have given him away had Tanya known where to look. The combination of nerves and the feeling of being led to his hanging is like a dead weight in his stomach dragging his smile down.
"Come, dad wants to introduce us right after he welcomes the guests. Remember first daddy introduces us then we dance together alone on the dance floor then we are," he tunes her out. What happens after that doesn't matter because it won't happen. He will make sure of it.
He breathes through his nose and out of his mouth as he calms himself down. He isn't happy. This feels wrong. Everything feels wrong. Maybe he shouldn't do this. Maybe he can stop.
No, you won't. You will teach a lesson to everyone that wronged you. You will not back down. Everyone will pay the price.
He finds himself walking a step behind Tanya as if she was dragging him. He catches Bella's attention long enough for him to mouth I am sorry and catch her blank stare before it becomes too much and he breaks away from her eyes.
He finds himself walking onto a stage and introduced to the masses as he smiles and kisses Tanya's forehead mechanically and then he hears himself say that he has prepared a sweet montage as a tribute to his fiancée and their relationship.
He steps off stage with Tanya in his arms who jumps up and down and hugs herself tightly to his side once they aren't front and center. He faces towards the screen and waits for the first words to be uttered out loud, but they never do. Edward watches as a montage of pictures of Tanya and him plays out with some love song he doesn't recognize playing in the background.
He looks around and finds her waiting for her gaze to meet his and once it does she smirks and winks his way and then walks out of the large hall. He knows then that it was her who stopped him from avenging himself and that he needs to follow her to know why.
Hello lovely people,
I hope you enjoyed reading this. Originally I wanted to write the chapter of Edward and Bella running into each other in the Denali's office, but changed my mind and jumped to the next planned chapter. I hope it's fine with you guys.
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Until my next update,
Stay Safe.