BPOV

How could he talk to me like that?

What did he think of me? Did he think I was some doormat? I guess I was right! He actually considered me his trophy wife, nothing more!

I didn't quite understand the emotions I was going through at the moment... I was sad, I was angry, I was upset, I was hurt...

I didn't want to do anything or talk to anyone.

What were we doing exactly?

Was there anything left in our marriage?

We weren't even spending any time together anymore... Why the fuck were we together then?

Until now, I thought it was just a matter of our work schedule, but I guess we're truly drifting apart...

And the way he thought of my profession... What was the point of staying fucking married?

So what?

We are just... going to end this marriage?

I didn't know!

I fucking didn't know anything!

Maybe I needed to be alone for a few days, just kept eating ice-cream or something and figure out what the fuck was going on with my life!

But I had got that fucking perfume ad shoot scheduled for tomorrow! I didn't want to go!

The way I was messed up right now, I wasn't sure what I was going to do tomorrow...

No, my job was so fucking easy!

I just had to go and fucking flash some smile, that's it!

I started receiving calls, voicemails and messages from him after a few hours, but I didn't respond to any of them. I didn't even read his messages or heard his voicemail. I as so fucking mad at him... And I was so hurt!

I decided I was not going to have any kind of conversation with him until he returned. I didn't want to 'disturb' him!

I hardly had any sleep that night, and I was looking like a mess in the morning.

How the fuck was I going to do the shoot today? I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror.

This was going to be the most horrible shoot of my life!

"Welcome, partner. This feels like one of those school projects." Edward smiled as he welcomed me on the set.