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More than a week has passed and we're nowhere closer to solving the riddle of the Cullen marriage. Edward's been spotted at dinner with a certain Denali woman twice, but it could've also been a business meeting judging from the interaction between them.

There are rumblings of a divorce in the works, but that's not new. This particular source's take is, however.

Deets will come if this lead pans out.

Otherwise, stay tuned!

Alice Knows All


It's amazing the things you can accomplish when money is involved. Using the Cullen last name doesn't hurt either. In the past week, I've not only moved into my apartment, but I have the basic furnishings in place and almost everything needed to make it feel like a home.

I still get a little sappy when I sit down and let it sink in.

It didn't come without hiccups, though.

"You are not renting that dump," Edward says into the line. He's making me regret passing my number along. "You have a perfect apartment sitting completely empty, but if you insist on renting a different one, it has to meet the most basic standards."

"Let me guess." I turn away from the landlord who just ran my credit rating—there's nothing on it. "It should be every bit as accessible as Miss Denali's?"

"Bella." I can hear his frustration, but what I don't hear is a denial. "Please don't do something like rent from that scum lord because you're upset with me. That would only push me into buying him out, and I'm not big on real estate investments. At least agree to see the apartment on the Upper West Side. It's already in your name, and I swear I won't enter the building. Ever."

A sharp pang of sadness assaults me at his declaration, but that was the apartment's original intent. I sigh into the line. "Fine. Text me the address."

And here I am.

It's a spacious penthouse just two blocks from Twilight Academy, the most exclusive private school in the city. It's bright and airy, and the building has more amenities than I'll ever use. Edward's also kept his word. I haven't seen or spoken to him since I agreed to move in.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been sticking his nose in my business—furniture being delivered after I'd been told it'd take three days and the repairman for the dryer here the same day I called. But overall, he's giving me my space, and I'm working on giving him his freedom.

I met a low-key divorce attorney yesterday at Rose's apartment—behind traitor Jasper's back—and started the process. He's informed me that as long as Edward is amicable this whole fiasco can be behind us within ninety days.

My phone vibrates across the nightstand, scaring me half to death. The time reads ten fifty-seven when I pick it up and hold it in front of my face. Just before the screen unlocks, I spot the notification from Edward.

An iMessage.

You upp? – E

I want to ignore it.

But I can't.

The hold he has on me is too powerful.

Yea – B

Ar3 you divorc8ng me? -E

Damn gossip columnist!

I look at it as us getting a divorce. Mutually. – B

And if it isn't mu6ual? – E

You made your choice – B

Was I given a ch0ice? – E

I think so – B

Are you drunk? – B

Maybe a littl3 – E

I huff a small laugh, trying to picture it. Edward was never anything but fully in control when he was with me, so it makes me wonder what kind of headspace he's in.

The phone rings in my hand, and I jump, not needing to check the screen. "Hey," I murmur into the line.

"Bella," he slurs, and I realize it's much worse than I imagined. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm not doing anything, Edward." I'm sitting up straighter now, alarm ringing through me. "Where are you?"

"Top floor of Eclipse Tower," he mumbles. "All alone in this big, empty space."

"Where's Tanya?" It's a stupid question, but it slips out before I can pull it back in.

"Fuck Tanya," he snaps, a dark, bitter edge in his tone. "It's not Tanya's moans that echo in my head or the memories of her laughter that swell inside my chest and take my breath every time I close my eyes."

"Okay." I don't know how to respond to that, so I don't. "Well, why are you alone and drunk at almost midnight?"

"Bella, Bella, Bella," he says, sounding like he could pass out at any second. "Don't you see? It's all the same. I'm alone because I lied to my wife about my ex, and my wife left me. I'm drunk because every minute I spend with my ex proves even more that she isn't what I want. I don't know how I ever wanted her at all."

"Edward," I say, and it's this gasping, desperate plea. "You can't drunkenly call me and say stuff like this."

"True now," he mumbles, sounding farther away. "True tomorrow."

"Then tell me tomorrow," I whisper.

A snore is my only reply.


If you read the other posting, it is the next chapter :''''(

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