Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Short drabble.
Summary: Falling for a married man three decades my senior was a disastrous choice. An even more catastrophic decision? Marrying his son.
BPOV
I smiled as I remembered the annoyed faces of Esme and Carlisle Cullen... What did they think? Did they really think I'd just vanish from their lives easily and they could live happily ever after?
No fucking way!
He fucking made me kill our unborn child... He just couldn't throw me from his life... He had to fucking pay for it! I fumed with anger again.
"So... What's the plan for tonight, Mrs. Cullen?" I rolled my eyes as my... husband's question interrupted me.
"I'm not changing my name," I snapped.
"Why not?" He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're looking amazing..." he said as he tried to come closer to me.
"Edward... Don't you dare touch me," I said firmly, "This marriage is nothing but a fucking contract because we both want to make your father's life a hell, so please don't bother me with anything fucking stupid."
"You're so... boring," he said, "We could make this marriage a bit fun if you want."
"I don't want to make it fun," I said.
"Alright..." He sighed, "Do you want a drink or something?"
"No... I'm tired and I just want to sleep," I said.
"Cool... I will celebrate my marriage alone then," he chuckled.
I rolled my eyes again.
"By the way, something just came to my mind..." he said, "What if we have drunken sex or something? I don't think we have covered that in the contract..."
"Get lost and let me sleep..." I said.
"Good night," he laughed.