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Chapter 1

Bella's POV

I sighed as I zipped of my last suitcase, the room looked so empty.

I had 3 Louis Vuitton suitcases stacked on the bed filled with all of my clothes and the few decorations that hung on the walls of our bedroom.

One was a picture of us kissing on the beach at our wedding in Isle Esme, another was of us swimming with dolphins on our honeymoon, and the last one was of the Cullens and me on their staircase.

Edward and I had been married for 2 years and I couldn't take it anymore, we were separating.

We weren't getting an actual divorce; we were just going our separate ways.

It wasn't because Edward wasn't a good husband because he was; he was every woman's dream husband.

He was handsome, he was rich, and he was a doctor.

I had Coach Purses, Jimmy Choo flip flops, and a few dresses that cost over 5,000 dollars what woman wouldn't want that?

It was wonderful to have such luxurious things but he was never home and when he was I was asleep.

Once he didn't come home from the hospital for 3 days, I stayed up for 3 days waiting for him.

When he finally came home he was only there for 2 hours and then he left again.

I hadn't warned Edward that I was leaving so I slowly picked up my cell phone and dialed his number.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen's office." said his ditzy blonde secretary.

"Hello, this is Mrs. Cullen." I said cringing as I said my used to be name.

"Hiiii Mrs. Cullen, what can I do for you?" she asked.

"May I speak to Dr. Cullen?" I asked sitting down on the bed.

"He is actually taking care of a patient in the clinic right now so can I take a message?" she asked sounding more sophisticated than usual.

"Tell him that when he gets a chance to please come home, it's an emergency." I said.

"Alright I will tell him when I see him. Bye!" she said then quickly hung up.

I slipped my phone into the front pocket on the suitcase then started to bring my suitcases down to the parking lot.

I had two in each hand as I walked towards the door man Jacob; I was going to have to make another trip.

"Would you like some help with those Mrs. Cullen?" he asked holding out a hand.

"No, I've got it." I said as he held open the door for me.

"Are you and Dr. Cullen going on vacation? I'm surprised he could get a break from the hospital." The young boy babbled.

"Um n-no," I said quickly walking out into the warm summer night. I could feel Jacob's eyes on me.

I yanked open the door on my truck and tossed the suitcases on the passenger side.

Edward drove a silver shiny Volvo and wanted to by me a glamorous expensive car but I said he could buy one but I would refuse to drive it.

I loved my red, old, slow Chevrolet truck. It was perfect for me.

My dad Charlie gave it to me for my homecoming gift when I came to live with him; I've had it for 5 years. It amazes me that it still moves.

As I began walking back towards the building I heard a loud car horn and a bright light blind my eyes.

I gasped and ran out of the way.

Then as I studied the car I recognized the silver beauty, it was Edward.

He threw open the door and ran towards me, not bothering to close his car door.

"What is the emergency? Gina said you called and said it was an emergency, what's the matter?" he asked, he looked terrible.

He had dark circles under his eyes; his hair was unruly, and he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"I…I-I'm leaving." I said trying to sound firm and confident but failing as my heart began to pound loudly in my chest.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" he asked slipping of his doctor's coat and slinging it over his shoulder.

"I can't be with you anymore, I'm moving on with my life." I said.

"W-what?" he asked, his slightly blood shot eyes looked misty and his bottom lips was quivering.

"You are never home and when you are all you do is sleep because you are so overworked. I may have a luxurious lifestyle but no amount of designer clothes and purses can amount to how lonely I've been for the past 2 years. I need to find someone who loves me so much more than you do and is actually home once in a while!" I said, out of breath after the long speech.

"Bella…I love you more than words can describe. It's not my fault I have to work!" he said.

"You haven't said you love me in 2 years, 2 years! And why can't you ever tell your boss or whoever that you don't want to work?" I screeched.

"Do you want me to get fired?" he asked.

"I would rather us be homeless and together then be rich and never together!" I said as tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"If you don't appreciate all of these things I've given you then fine, leave! I don't care anymore," he said yanking his coat back on and getting into his car.

He began to pull the door shut but I braced myself and put my hand between it as the door crushed my fingers.

I let out a piercing scream and he pulled the door back open.

"What do you want?" he spat, I could see tears forming in his eyes.

"If you love me so much then how can you just leave?" I asked trying to make the tears stop but failing.

"Because things are different now, if you're so lonely I'm surprised you haven't been cheating on me." He said.

I pulled my hand out of the way of the door as he slammed it and sped away, that was it.

As I walked back toward the door Jacob grabbed my arm and asked, "What happened?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I said jerking away and running to the elevator.

After I got my last bag and brought it out to the truck I threw it on the passenger side but when I turned around Jacob was standing there.

I sighed and leaned back against the truck door.

"What did he do to you? I heard you scream." He said anger in his voice.

"I had my hand between the car and the door and he just smashed my fingers. I'll be fine," I reassured him.

He picked up my hand in his and inspected my fingers.

"You fingers are broken, every one of them on your right hand." He said as I stared down at my swollen distorted fingers.

I tried to bend them but winced in pain.

I'd rather have broken fingers than a broken heart, I thought.

"We need to get you to a hospital before these set wrong or something and your fingers are all messed up." He said opening my truck door and hopping in.

"Jacob no, I have to get out of here. I will…I will stop at a hospital along the way." I said getting into my truck as he got out and I slammed the door shut.

He rapped gently on the window and I hastily cranked it down.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I don't know somewhere far away from here." I said leaving the window open then driving away.

I had no clue where I was going but I knew it would be somewhere far away from Edward Cullen.

Author's Note: Okay so this is a new story and it is sort of inspired by The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script. It's an awesome song and if you haven't heard it go listen to it! Anyways, reviews are appreciated and I know this first chapter was kind of boring but I promise it will get better!