Hehe, yeah I am bad for leaving it as a cliffhanger but oh well : ) So here is another chapter.
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Edward and Bella at work
I stared at the boarding pass. It had been now three days since I visited with my lawyer to sign the divorce papers and I still felt a little numb over the entire event.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is flight 1640, from Las Vegas to—"
I felt a little tap on my shoulder. Turning, I found myself staring at two little kids, one who might have been 6 years old and the other looked hardly a year.
"Mister why you sad?" asked the six year old.
"Christopher, sh," their mother, who was holding the youngest, said, touching her finger to her lips before turning to me. "I'm sorry. They didn't mean to bother you."
"But Mama, he looks sad," said the boy named Christopher. "You said that we had to make someone happy when they were sad."
"I meant that to your brother," she whispered to him, brushing the little one's hair.
The six year old turned away from his mother to look at me.
"So why are you sad?" he asked me again.
"We're now boarding first class, only first class passengers at gate—"
"Because my wife wanted a divorce," I whispered to the six year old. "I didn't want it."
"Ohh," the six year old said, nodding. "Jimmy's mother went through a divorce. Jimmy didn't want it either."
"Christopher," his mother said.
"Its okay," I told his mother.
"Are you going to get one, mister?" the six year old said, standing on his seat. His hazel eyes were level with mine.
I thought back at the lawyer's office and smiled.
"Christopher…no, I'm going after my wife."
The six year old did a little dance in his seat as I stood and headed towards the gate. It was time I did something.
No matter where I went, the tale was of Edward Cullen and his new wife, how luck the girl (sometimes labeled as a bitch) was, and wondering just who the girl was. It was worst at work.
"So who do you think he married?" asked my good friend and co-worker, Sue-Anna.
"I believe I need to work," I said, staring at the screen.
"Oh come on Bella," she said. "You have to be somewhat interested."
"Not a bit," I said. And I wasn't. I knew just whom he married…sadly.
"I bet the girl is some rich snobby girl," Sue-Anna said, resting her head on her palm on my desk.
I tensed up. Snorting, I tried to relax.
"I bet she isn't."
She lifted her head off her palm. "Please, the only girls that guys his type would date or even marry are either rich, snobbish, or sluts."
"I bet she is none of those things."
Resting her head again, she said, "I mean, it's been—what?—two weeks since he has been married and still nothing about his bride? You'd think they would release her name."
"Maybe she doesn't want her name release," I said, typing something out.
Sue-Anna snorted. "Married to Edward Cullen, you have no choice but to have your name released."
I rolled my eyes.
"Well I can say this, she is lucky."
What did I tell you? I'm lucky. Gag me.
Sue-Anna sighed. "She'd be stupid to get a divorce."
Bad time to say that Sue! I had just picked up my coffee just then to take a sip and when she said that I took a drink of it. My coffee then went spewing all over Sue-Anna and my desk.
"Sorry, sorry," I said, going into my desk for the roll of paper napkins.
"Gagh, why the hell did you do that for?" she snapped at me.
"It was a mistake. It…my coffee was too hot."
It wasn't but I couldn't say why I really sprayed her. She clearly bought my lie because she stopped being mad and took the napkins.
Just then Carmen from the lobby entered my office.
"Ms. Swan you have a guest," she said.
"Send them in," I said, dabbing at the coffee all over my desk.
"I believe you'll be calling her Mrs. Cullen, madame," said a deep tenor voice that I hadn't heard since leaving Vegas.
I froze in dabbing and slowly looked up. There in the middle of my office, with Carmen's and Sue-Anna's mouth hanging open, was my—gulp—husband?
"What are you doing here?" I asked, dabbing again.
"I can't see my wife at work?" he said.
-Gr!- I so am not having coffee ever again. Why? Because when he said "my wife" not only did Carmen and Sue-Anna and everyone else that started to gather at my door when they saw Edward Cullen at my door. I knocked over my coffee.
"Shit," I said, grabbing more napkins.
Edward chuckled and took a few of those napkins to help me. I went to say something when Sue-Anna, the shock finally settling through her, said, "Your wife?"
Edward turned to look at her.
"Yeah, we got married in Vegas, didn't she tell you?"
"No she didn't," Sue-Anna said, glaring at me. I glared back at her.
Edward chuckled. "Yeah, figured that much. She wanted to keep our marriage on the DL. You understand?"
"Would you guys excuse us for a second?" I said, pulling Sue-Anna and pushed everyone out of my office.
"But Bella," Sue-Anna said.
"Sue-Anna you have a model coming up, don't you?"
"Yes," she said.
"See," I said, smiling at her. "Bye-bye."
I closed the door to my office and leaning against it I breathed a sigh of relief.
Edward chuckled and sat in my desk chair.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped at him.
"I told you, I wanted to see my wife," he said with a smile.
"I'm not your wife," I said. "You signed those divorce papers!"
"I did? I don't believe I did."
I felt the blood rush out of my head.
"You…you didn't?" I asked.
"Of course I didn't," he said. "I don't give up without a fight. Oh and by the way…my mother has invited us over for dinner tomorrow night."
LOL, so does that make up for the cliff-hanger I wrote last time? Now, review, review, I want to hear how good this chapter it was.
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