This is Bella's POV of Divorce of the Century, if you haven't read it first I recommend you do. This story could probably stand on it's own but is really meant to be a companion piece read after Divorce of the Century.
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"Really, no sauce?" Edward asks me with a slight bite in his voice. We both know he really is upset about this even when he tries to mask it with a humorous grin.
"Sorry." I shrug, but we both know I don't actually mean it because tonight was his night to pick up food, yet like always he found a way to get out of it. Just like he's managed to get out of everything else in our lives.
Edward sighs heavily, leaning back when he starts to eat and I can see the look of disdain written across his face. At this moment I hate him, over fucking sauce. I don't know when we got like this.
Everything is a fight between us these days. Neither of us really has the gumption to actually make the effort not to, so we are constantly bickering. The next few minutes pass painfully, I am still bristled ready to snap back at any remark Edward may make at me.
"I'm sorry," Edward's voice finally says and I can hear the frustration in his words. And I don't know if it's with me or the fact that we can't even eat without fighting.
"It's okay," I tell him methodically, even though I know if he says anything else I will more than likely make a smart ass comment, effectively starting a brand new argument.
"No, come here." His arm wraps around my shoulder pulling me back into his chest. I am still clutching the plastic fork in my hand stiffly.
He half smirks at me as he plucks it from my fingertips, tossing it towards the coffee table. His forefinger moves beneath my chin, and I willingly allow him to tilt my head up to look at him.
"I don't want to fight with you. I'm sorry, it seems like we both had a bad day." His hand moves up so that Edward can run his thumb across my cheek, effectively making me melt into him. This is the Edward I fell in love with.
"I'm sorry too, I should've gotten the sauce." I say feeling a pang of guilt in my chest.
"Don't worry about the fucking sauce." He whispers, kissing my lips gently. We smile idiotically at one another for a moment before both of our eyes rest on the tv.
Resting my head against his chest I listen to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, allowing it to lull me away from the frustrations of my day. Edward's hand moves across my back gently and I feel myself starting to fall asleep.
"Where'd you put my dry cleaning?" I ask Edward, needing to know before I doze off. His hand stills on my back and I can feel him go stiff beneath me.
Just like that our sweet moment is forgotten.
"You didn't get my dry cleaning?!" I shout, sitting up suddenly.
"Fuck," is all he has to say for himself before raking his fingers through his hair.
"You told me you were running late and couldn't pick up dinner because you had to get my dry cleaning. And you didn't even get the fucking dry cleaning?!"
"Something came up at work." He responds gruffly and I can see the anger in his eyes.
"Something or someone?" I spit back, even though I know he would never cheat on me. But at this point cheating is about the only excuse I will take for him forgetting to do the only thing I asked of him today.
"Please Bella I'm not you," He retorts bitterly making me reel back like I have just been slapped.
"Oh you're right, I'm the only one in this relationship who could possibly make a mistake! God forbid the perfect Edward Cullen EVER do anything wrong!" I scream like a banshee at him quickly losing any hold I have left on my sanity.
"That's not what I said Bella." He sounds like he's talking to a child all the while rolling his eyes.
"Fuck off." I spit before grabbing my coat off the chair I had deposited it on earlier.
"Where are you going?" Edward demands, his hands resting on his hips.
"Well my dry cleaning is going to pick itself up!" I retort before slamming the door behind me.
When I step back into the house it is completely silent. I can hear Edward snoring from our room down the hall. I intentionally stayed away until I knew Edward would be asleep because I am still too angry to even look at him.
Walking into the bathroom I push the door closed but don't let it latch before hanging my clothes on the hook on the back of the door. Placing my hands on the counter I rest my weight on my arms leaning forward to look at myself in the mirror. I look frazzled and tired, exactly the way I feel.
I don't know exactly when my relationship became more of a chore than anything else but I know that I no longer feel the same passion I once did. I'm tired of the emotional ping pong. Looking at myself I decide: tomorrow I am leaving Edward.
The decision makes me jumpy and I peek out between the crack at Edward's sleeping form, afraid that somehow he will know what I am planning in here. He is still snoring peacefully and I suddenly feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest. Moving as quietly as possible I make my way to the walk in closet on my side of the bed.
I make sure the closet door is completely closed behind me before I turn the light on. I make quick work of packing a suitcase with things that I will need. It isn't until the wee hours of the morning that I finally slip into bed. It is the first time I sleep peacefully in years.
When I wake Edward is already gone, glancing at the clock I realize I am running late. I scramble to throw my clothes on and make myself presentable before dashing out the door. It isn't until I am halfway to work that I realize I forgot my suitcase.
That means I'll have to go back later on. I plan to leave work early to get it, maybe I can write a detailed letter to Edward to explain why I am going. Maybe it sounds like a horrible way to leave, but I know that if I tell him to his face that I am leaving that I won't be able to. We will be forever stuck in this bickering life, and I just can't do that anymore.
I manage to get to work on time and am engulfed into the comfort of my busy schedule. After a few hours I am able to take a break and make my way to the coffee pot. I have just taken my first sip when Riley walks up next to me.
My breath hitches in my throat and I can feel my cheeks redden. I watch him lean against the counter, smiling up at me flirtatiously. His fingers move up to push a strand of loose hair behind my ear.
"Have dinner with me." It's the same thing he's said to me everyday since he started working here almost a year ago.
"I'm leaving Edward," I tell him, his eyes move to the floor as he nods. Holding my breathe I am afraid that he will no longer want me now that I'm actually available. Finally his eyes move up to mine and they're dark and smoldering.
"So is that a yes to dinner then?" He is leaning into me, his fingers brushing along the curve of my neck.
"I don't know about tonight," I admit, because even though this feels right I'm not sure how actually leaving is going to make me feel.
"Soon than," he agrees before pushing off of the counter and walking out of the room.
Taking a half day at work I figured would leave me plenty of time to get my stuff and write something to Edward to explain all of this. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find Edward standing in the kitchen grinning back at me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This wasn't a part of the plan. I have no idea how to leave with Edward still here, but I refuse to stay any longer. After staring at him a second longer than I should have I decide to just do it and get it over with. Edward is talking to me but I can only shake my head before disappearing into our room.
"I'm leaving," I tell him, and he looks disappointed but shakes his head in agreement.
"Business trip?" He asks me knowingly, because it is very common for me to have to travel at the drop of a hat for my career. For some reason his answer irritates me, making me narrow my eyes.
"No Edward, I'm leaving you," I emphasize watching the reality of my words register in his eyes.
"Let's work this out," I hear him beg me, which only makes me angry. Pinching the bridge of my nose I try to take a deep breath. Surely this is a shock to him and I can't just be a crass bitch about it since Edward doesn't seem to understand how final my decision is.
"Edward," I finally say realizing I'm not ready to explain exactly why I'm leaving yet because I know I will sound uncaring, "I just need some time."
Time to get my thoughts together so I can make him see that we are completely done. I barely register that he is nodding his head before I am out the door. But unlike the pain I thought I may feel at walking away from my old life I feel oddly like skipping.
Once my things are situated in my car I pull my phone from my pocket. When Riley answers I can't keep my smile from breaking out across my face.
"Dinner tonight would be perfect."
This was kind of a long one but I just couldn't break it up.
I'm finally back to write this story! Sorry it took so long. I had a month of my husbands family infiltrating my house and computer room, and the rest of the time, well I have been reading ff like a madman! But I plan to update at least once a week again now that I've finally gotten a chance to write again!
Also I heard what you all had to say about the epi from Divorce of the Century and I promise Bella's point of view for her story and epi will delve more into their actual families and lives after all of this turmoil!
Thanks for reading, review and I promise I'll get back to you. :)