Prologue
With You.

His head was pounding. He must have had one hell of a night. The room smelled of sex and booze. Great combination. He remembered vaguely on how he was attending Alice's impromptu wedding to Jasper. He was the best man. Isabella Swan was the bridesmaid. Hmm… did he hook up with the stunning woman?

His question was answered when his gaze landed on the said woman, who was sitting on the couch by the huge four-poster bed. She looked so ethereal in a pair of bathrobe, her knees drawn to her chest. She was looking intently at him, her expression blank.

"Good morning, Edward," she greeted softly.

Edward grinned. He ran a hand through his messy hair and tried to sit up on the bed, the sheet pooling at his waist. Something on his finger caught on his hair.

A platinum ring. On his left ring finger. What the fuck?

On the bedside table, as if the world was in for the joke, lie the marriage certificate, both their names on bold prints.

"Did you plan this?" he shouted. Gone was his smirk.

Isabella exhaled. "No, I didn't."

Fuming, he stepped out of the bed in his naked glory. Isabella averted her gaze. "The fuck you didn't. Did you spike my drink?!"

"I swear I didn't plan to be married to you, Edward. I woke up shocked too," she attempted to explain.

"I'm going to get it annulled. All you whores want from me is money! Don't even attempt to lie!"

The petite woman abruptly stood up, her nose flaring. "I'm not one of your whores," she says, her voice low with contempt.

"Fuck you! Get out! Get out from my suite!" Edward shouted, losing it. He picked up the marriage certificate and proceeded to tear it into pieces. He then picked up a pillow and threw it to the door, making a point. "You don't deserve the Cullen name!"

Unflinching, Isabella stood up and walked out.

A/N: Hey you. Life has gotten so much better now after a decade (gasp!). Let me know what you think about this one.