Disclaimer- All characters, settings, etc belong to Stephanie Meyer.

"You didn't just cheat on me;

You cheated on us.

You didn't just break my heart;

you broke our future."

- Steve Maraboli.

Prologue.

I love you. I love you. I loved you.

As you walk into the room two hours too late, I can see it, feel it, it's all over your breath. You act like I'm stupid. Like I don't know. The question is on my lips ready to come out... but yet refusing.

Are you cheating on me? Its strange, how the one person you love so much can destroy you within seconds.

You make me feel alone in a planet that has billions of people on it.

As I listen in to your world, I feel the venomous, poisonous, emotion that is loneliness. Why can't you just tell me?

Why? Why? Why?

It wasn't always like this, at one stage it was love, true love. I would laugh in your face if someone told me that in a couple of years time our marriage would be in pieces. That it cracks and crumbles just a tiny bit more each day. Until there is nothing more then bits lying on the cold floor.

Do you know that I know?

I pray you catch me listening in to your secrets, that one day you find me lying on the floor with the broken pieces that used to be our love. Consumed and buried so deep you can barely see me. Barely pull me out.

Why are you doing this to me?

You walk in through the door with a smile on your face. Did she do that? Did the fact that I'm sitting here, waiting for you to return do that? Or is it the fact that you think your secret remains safe for another day?

After dinner we head off to bed. I feel your warmth dragging me over to your side of the mattress. It's so hard to refuse but yet I do. Before falling asleep I have one question on my mind.

Why are you doing this to me?