Song: Rolling in the deep-Adele
Truth may be stretched, but cannot be broken, and always gets above falsehood, as does oil above water. -Miguel de Cervantes
I must write this letter because I want you to know that I can't wait for you as we had agreed. The truth is, that I never felt a sense of security with you, I never felt a sense of security. You have nothing to offer me and you will never be the type kind of man that can accommodate me with the lifestyle I have grown accustomed to.
Truth Confession time.
Yes, I was pregnant, and I didn't miscarry the baby like I told you before. I aborted it. Having a baby? With you? God forbid! I'm sorry, my love, but it is the truth. Don't think about coming over here to clarify anything. I'd have to lie and you don't want to be humiliated, it would be absolutely pointless.
You should congratulate me though, I am getting married! This man is on my level worthy of me and is wealthy beyond measure. I am looking forward to living life comfortably and you should look consider moving on as well. By the way, your money was lost. Business didn't go well, things like that happen in the business world...you of course, wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
God Bless you.
P.S. Please destroy this and all the letters I have sent you. Behave like the gentleman you always intended to be. Let me keep a nice memory of your love and be happy with the man I'm really interested in.
"Isabella, where are you going?" He screamed, running after her. Bella ran into her room and shut the door, holding her body against it. She jolted forward as he attempted to kick open the door. "God dammit! You can't hide from this me anymore!"
She moved away from the door, hearing his manic growl through on the other side. It flew open and he stumbled inside, staring at her with pure malice.
"I am not going to fight with you anymore, Edward." The anger was building up inside her stomach, as the metallic taste of the alcohol from last night lingered in her mouth.
"What about the baby?"
"What about do I have to do with your brother's baby, Edward? You're fucking nuts." He stepped quickly over the broken vase and stood facing her. She could feel his hot breath against her face, she couldn't stop trembling.
"You had an abortion! Who's the one who's nuts here, Bella?" He screamed. The spit from the side of his mouth hit her eye as she flinched back in shock.
"What?" She rubbed her eye, wiping the spit from her lashes.
Edward rolled his eyes and pointed his finger at Bella's nose." You killed your own baby, you caused my brother's death! With this gun, he shot himself...because of you!" He raised his hand, brandishing the gun in front of her face. Bella began shaking uncontrollably, the pent- up aggression from all those silent months final came to rear its ugly head. Is this what she was here for? Was he going to make her pay for something she didn't do?
Everything hads been a lie. His vows...his pledged love...their marriage, a lie.
She couldn't take it anymore, she was done. She placed her hands on his chest and used all her weight to push him away, the tears in her eyes fell falling as she grunted in pain. Her wrist still hurt, but this...this was worse.
"You have no fucking idea who the fuck I am!" She screamed, pushing her finger into his chest, blocking his attempt to come closer. "You have no fucking right to accuse me of such and awful thing! I am not a murderer. I am not a monster! I had nothing to do with your brother's death, you asshole!"
Edward rolled his eyes and looked at the gun again. "Get out of my bedroom!" She screamed, the tears choked her words as she tried to breathe.
"Do you want to drive me insane?" Edward yelled, tugging his hair in frustration.
"Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare! Apart from accusing me of the death of your brother, you're going to blame your insanity on me?" She had snapped. "There will be no more accusations, it's done! Leave!"
She waved her arm to dismiss him but his hand swatted hers away. He grabbed her chin with his hand and began pushing her back towards the bed, "admit it!" He tightened his grip around her injured wrist, making her wince in pain. "Why don't you confess you did it?"
Bella stomped on his foot and slapped his hand away from her face. "I am not going to talk about this again. Get the fuck out!"
"Do you want proof, Isabella? I've got the proof!" He backed away and retreated back into his room. She followed, hot on his heels, confused by everything that was happening.
What proof? My god, I think he's finally lost it.
She quickly wiped the tears away before he could turn around and look at her. Edward crouched down to on the floor in his closet, he threw shoes over his head and removed a loose floor board. He got up, holding a neatly folded white handkerchief and tossed it on his bed between them.
"What proof do you have?" She sighed, massaging her temples.
"Proof that you swore your love to my brother! I want you to admit your lie, Isabella!" She walked over to the bed and before she could pick up the cloth, she was by her side holding her tight against him. "You slept with my brother and you didn't even use protection! You conceived a child and lied about how it was killed!"
"What? Did I miss the part where I became Alec's lover? You think I got pregnant and killed it? Really Edward?" She huffed, wiggling her way out of his grip."Let me see your stupid proof." He released her and stepped away, his eyes watching her reaction carefully. She lifted the cloth and two items fell out and on to the bed.
One of them was familiar...too familiar, and the other was a folded up piece of paper, a letter maybe.
She went for the familiar item, her heart sunk, because she knew who had done did this.
The matching necklaces her grandmother have had given to both her and her cousin before her death she died dangled from her fingers, a delicate swan hung from a thin roped chain.
"This was found on Alec, along with that fucking letter. This is why he killed himself..." He shoved the letter in her hand against her chest, his eyes were watery and his lip trembled as he touched her skin. "The worst thing Isabella, is that I would do the same." He backed away, wiping the tears from his eyes.
He had fallen in love with her...he wanted her...but she wasn't his.
"Edward,"she gasped, walking backward towards the bed. "Oh baby..."She whimpered, slowly lowering herself on to the bed, trying not to aggravate her back.
Finally...it was all coming together.
"I love you with the same passion Alec had for you." He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his, tears streaminged down his face as his body shook with anger. "I am crazy in love with you like crazy, Isabella...with everything that's in me, but I hate you just as much." He ran his fingers over her fists and studied the way her lips were tremblinged. "I could forgive everything you did, just...please admit…- " his voice cracked, hating himself for bargaining...he was desperate and confused.
"Edward, baby...we were both deceived." She reached out to him but he flinched back, moving her hand away...it broke her heart.
He stood up and walked towards the door, swinging it open. "I don't want to hear anymore of your lies..." He ran his hand through his hair and scratched his cheek in frustration. "Leave."
"No, Edward, please baby...listen to me."
"Why should I listen, Isabella?"He snapped gripping the door again."Just get out of here, I don't ever want to see your face or hear your name again. Ever,"he spat.
"You need to listen to me baby..."
"No. You are a free woman. Go away, someplace where I'll never hear about you again...go to HELL!" He screamed.
"I have a right to speak..." She whimpered.
"You have no rights! You haven't even read the letter. Is it because you wrote it yourself?"
"I've never seen this letter before but I swear I'm going to prove to you nothing this letter says is true." She hiccuped, trying to control her sobs. "It's not fair that..."
"What's not fair, Isabella?" He laughed bitterly at her tears. How could she cry? She was the liar in all of this...
"It's not fair that we weren't able to be happy because of this letter!" Bella looked up at Edward who was shaking his head as if debating internally over something. "You trusted this letter more than me," she sniffed.
"And what of about the necklace?" He yelled, tapping the dangling swan with his gun. She closed her eyes, and stood up slowly and made her way back into her room. Bella returned, holding the her own necklace in her hand. She held up both necklaces, showing Edward the identical pair. He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance, "I already knew there were two, Bella."
"Where did you get this?" She held up the necklace with shaking hands.
"It's the one you gave my brother!"
"I've never given it to anyone. I've always had it with me."She inhaled a deep breath and closed her fist around the necklace. "This necklace belongs to Irina, Edward."
"That's not true!" He pulled her towards him, his hands trembling with anger. "Irina was wearing hers the night I met you! I already had the other one you fucking liar!"
"Of course she was wearing it! I lent her mine that night because hers was missing!" She slapped his chest and shoved him out of her way. Edward's eyes widened, he couldn't believe her...she was the liar.
"Listen, and about the letter..." She opened it carefully, quickly skimming over the familiar handwriting.
"I don't even need to read it...this is Irina's handwriting."
Edward's eyes closed, feeling lost, empty and completely wrong. He moved forward to grab Bella but she quickly moved away.
"I am leaving now," she sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She looked down at the letter quickly skimming through reading it's harsh words."I already know who invented all of this crap." She closed the letter and slapped it to his chest.
She moved around him and turned quickly abruptly to face him again. Edward stood aloof, staring at the letter on the ground. "Oh, and Edward...one more thing," she wiped her tears and let the anger consume her. She didn't care about being civil anymore, all she could think about of was how to hurt him, because she wanted him to suffer as much as she did. This was all so foreign to her that she didn't even recognize herself and what she was doing...she was being him now.
My, how the tables have turned...
"The one who doesn't want to hear your name again is me," she spoke quietly in a tone that frightened him.
"I'll never forgive you for what you've done to me...never."
"Bella…-" He croaked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"And with these necklaces, I will prove to you and everyone that I was an innocent pawn in Irina's game. I am going to show everyone the person who put an end to my happiness, our love and everything we had." Her tears blinded her for a second, she couldn't see Edward grip his chest with his hand.
He loved this woman, he'd gone went against his upbringing and yet, he'd brought this woman into his home and treated her like a slave...he was the monster here. Not her.
"And you know what, Edward? In the end, you will finally see who you lost. I hate you...I hate you Edward. YOU go to hell."
She threw her wedding rings at him and walked out the door, the delicate bands hit the side of his face snapping him out of his daze.
How could he have been such a blind fool?
He'd let this escalate to the point of no return and had lost the great love of his life because he was too proud and angry to ask her if it was true.
Bella ran down the stairs and grabbed the keys to the jeep, she jumped in and ignored the questions coming from Jane. She revved the engine and sped away, relieved that it had all come to an end. She was finally away from that place, from him.
Yet, his face flooded her mind and her heart began to twist, she loved this man...with everything that was in her. How could he have done this to her?
"Bella!" Edward regained his composure and ran out of the room, "Bella, please! Come back."
"Edward? What is going on?" Carlisle ran from the study with Esme in tow.
"Bella left me! Mike! Get me my car!" He screamed as he paced back and forth tugging his hair. He had to make it right. He couldn't lose her...
"No, Edward, do not follow her." Carlisle spoke.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? This is my house!"
"It's not an order Edward. It's a plea...she's suffered enough!" Carlisle grabbed his arm. "You've hurt her too much...let her go."
"No!" He grabbed Jane, from her hiding space behind the column. "Jane, tell me the truth dammit! Is she the woman in the picture that Alec had?"
"No, Edward...no." Jane stuttered, the tears streaming down her face.
"What? You lied! You said her name was Isabella!"
"No, Edward I didn't! I told you it sounded like that, but I wasn't sure. "
Edward pushed Jane away, "You are lying! It had to be her." He crouched down to his knees and gripped his stomach in disgust. "Oh god, what have I done...?"
He stood up and ran back to his room, frantic and feeling stupid.
"Edward? Edward, what are you doing? Edward, listen to me!" Carlisle followed him back up the stairs and into his room. "Edward, please. Stop and listen..." Edward ran into his room and picked up the gun, he cocked it back and pointed it to his head.
Special thanks to Monica Mantuna for being my emergency beta for this chapter. I appreciate you helping me out, lovey :) You're my new favorite person :) xoxoxo!
Have you heard Adele's song, Rolling in the deep? If you haven't, I suggest you give it a listen...it's so good!
I do not condone domestic violence and though it might seem as though she's a victim I assure you, he will not and has not laid a hand on her...as the story progresses you will understand the prologue more.
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