BPOV

"So you're telling me you didn't have any haircut and you didn't change your hair color yesterday?" He asked.

"No, I didn't change anything yesterday, and yet managed to say... 'Brown'!" I said.

"Haah! A trick question!" He laughed, "I thought you didn't change anything... But you never know with you women! You know... Just a tiny bit of shade change... So I went with Brown! You know... Dark brown and black... It just looks the same!"

I shook my head.

I doubted if he ever paid any attention to me!

"C'mon Bella... I didn't even think twice about Tanya's hair... It was like, hey it looks cool, and that's it!" He said.

Yeah, right!

I mean, he might be telling the truth, but I wasn't too sure.

"I doubt you ever pay attention to me," I said.

"I think I pay enough attention not to confuse you with someone else!" He said as he looked into my eyes.

"You..." I said, but then stopped immediately.

He was right!

How could I confuse him with Jasper?

But I didn't expect him to be here... And I knew Jasper was supposed to fly back from New York to San Francisco today!

Well, that's not the excuse!

"I'm sorry about that..." I said.

"That's okay," he said, "At least I got to know a lot of things that you were cool sharing with Jasper, but not with me."

"No... It's not like that... I was mad at you and..." I said.

"But why were you so mad at me?" he said, "It's not like I didn't want to spend time with you... I was indeed busy... C'mon Bella! I thought we'd understand each other... But you behaved exactly like the women I avoided marrying because they failed to understand my work or my schedule. I told you right from the start I'm really bad at chivalry and I don't think I'm capable of doing that... And you were completely fine with that!"

I sighed.

Yes, he told me everything right from the start.

And yes, I told him back that we were on the same page.. But things changed once we got engaged.

It's like I was back to my stupid teenage years.

I wanted him to spend time with me.

I felt irrational jealousy and irrational anger whenever I saw him talking to other women.

I wanted him to say romantic things to me.

I wanted him to be chivalrous towards me.

I wanted him to... love me.

But he just... didn't give a damn about any of that!