I stared at my wife in disbelief. Well, that would be an understatement of the century.

"Edward, I… " She didn't complete her sentence.

Probably she didn't know what to say.

Probably she didn't want to say anything.

Probably she had had enough of everything.

She had bear enough of pain.

May be it was time for me to suffer.

"You know who do I hate the most in the world? My bloody father. I will never be like him, never."

I remember it too well when I had used this sentence very proudly.

Until this very moment, I had felt I was correct.

Seems like everything was a lie.

My whole life had been a joke.

"So yeah, tell me Isabella. What's the exact difference between my father and me?" I finally looked at her tear-struck face.

A/N: Story is complete. So posting will be completed earliest by Wednesday and latest by Sunday.