Long and important A/N: This is a story based on events from something that I will not share right now. What is important and special about it though was that it—the story, I mean—literally begged to be written down. So, I took a shot at it. And I might not be such an amazing author, but I will try to make this story come to life. Another thing to know about this story is that it is written in 3rd Person omniscient perspective; meaning that it doesn't have "POVs", and the narrator pretty much knows everything. This is actually my first attempt in writing in third person, so please bear with me, and just go with it… this story has SO much going on, that if only one person had the perspective, it'd be way too difficult to follow along. But, don't you all worry, my first-person lovers, I will occasionally throw in EPOV's and BPOV's every now and again… maybe special POV's as well. It'll be a surprise :)

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I really hope you all like it!

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Chapter 1: News and Betrayals

(Chicago, IL)

Edward Cullen was sitting on his desk, looking though many new model's portfolio's.

He hated doing this. He hated telling the girls no, crushing their dreams.

It was part of his job, though. And there wasn't really anything that he could do about it.

The only thing that would get him through was thinking about the good things in life. Like his family, and memories he had…

His family was something that you would only find in movies. His mother, Esme Cullen, was so wonderfully sweet to everyone she met that people would nickname her Angel, because she brought light into their lives. His father, Carlisle Cullen, a highly respected surgeon in Chicago, and was possibly the only man that would be with his wife every day, but still look at her like it was the first time they saw each other.

It was a picture perfect family.

Edward had a little brother, named Seth. He was only 2 years younger than Edward, and they grew up together, getting along well, for the most part.

But, Edward could always tell that Seth Cullen was… different, even when he was a little boy. He and Edward would play together, but when they began to grow up a little, Edward resented him when people came around. Seth wasn't like other boys.

When Edward wanted to play with basketballs, Seth wanted to play with stuffed animals.

When Edward wanted to play soccer, Seth wanted to hang out in his room.

Edward knew that there was different about him. Even though it wasn't physically different, Edward could tell, nonetheless. And he knew that his dad noticed, too.

These memories were strong for Edward. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

His picture perfect life had crashed and burned.

Edward fully remembered the tragedy that happened in his family. In 2001, Esme was told that she had breast cancer*. Carlisle took it to heart the most; he felt like the world was ripping in shreds... like his heart had been strangled and that he wouldn't live to see another day if his precious Esme was going to die. He couldn't live to see another day if his Angel left him. The doctor informed the family there would be time to treat her – the cancer was caught at an early stage.

All expenses were paid, thanks to Carlisle, and the chemotherapy for Esme began.

Even when Esme began to lose her long wavy caramel colored hair and her skin looked paler every day, Carlisle still looked at her like it was the first day he met her.

The "love at first sight" look.

Edward had always wanted to feel that. He always wanted that look. Whether it was to be given or received.

It was amazing how things can change in such a short time for the Cullens, though.

He remembered when things in his house reached its climax. In the summer of 2004, Edward turned 20 years old and brought a university friend, named Paul to his birthday dinner. They all had a wonderful night, discussing education, music, and all kinds of things. Edward was finally happy to take his mind off of his mother's disease. He was starting to live again.

Edward sorted through 10 girls so far, only declining four. He glanced on his desk and there stood photographs of his family.

His mother, Esme, smiling on the porch of their white coated mansion. She was wearing her head scarf to hide the hair that once was. She had no shame of her illness—she was a fighter, no doubt, but she knew that it hurt his father every time he looked at her.

There was one of his father, taken by his car. This was one of the only times Edward had caught him smiling – smiling like he meant it. Usually, he only smiled when Esme walked in the room.

Of course, there were pictures of Edward's friends, Emmett and Jasper. They were considered his "brothers from another mother." All three were best friends since their high school years, and they hung out every chance they had.

But there was one other… one of two little boys in the Cullens' backyard. It was of Edward and his little brother, Seth. You could see that both boys were very young. It was a black and white photo, and there were creases on the edges, but Edward wanted something to remember his brother by.

His father didn't even know that he had this picture.

Edward sighed, closing his eyes. Every time he would think of his brother, there was only one memory that stood out from the rest. Only one that Edward thought of.

It was almost six years ago, and he played it back in his mind like it was yesterday evening.

That night, Edward heard screaming coming from Seth's room. He was so frightened that the noises might scare his mother—who was fast asleep in her bedroom— so he ran to the upstairs bedroom only to find Carlisle's face a furious shade of red. He was hovering over Seth's shaking figure in the corner, and Edward ran to his brother's side in defense.

"What are you doing?" Edward bellowed.

Seth's face was covered in tears, and he was just speechless.

"This… this thing!" Carlisle responded, pointing a finger at Seth.

Carlisle was breathing heavily, and his face was still an abnormal shade of red. Edward tried to wipe his face's disgust when his own father described his brother in a way that people called trash.

"You mean your son?" he scolded. "What the hell happened, dad? Tell me!" he demanded.

Carlisle didn't answer. He looked at Seth straight in the eyes, and his face looked impassive… unforgivable. "You," he began, pointing a finger at him once more, "I want you out of my house. I don't care where you go. Just leave… now." He turned on his heel and left the room, without looking back.

Seth was still shaking and his eyes were full of unshed tears.

"Seth? Seth, what the hell just happened to you?" Edward begged.

He shook his head. "I—I didn't mean to—I couldn't help it," he whispered.

Edward was confused. "Couldn't help what, Seth? Please tell me."

"I—I liked him. I tried not to. I knew dad would be mad at me. I didn't know he was coming upstairs."

Edward was about to ask again, when Seth interrupted.

"I kissed him, Edward. I—I liked Paul. I'm so sorry!" Seth began bawling on his brother's shirt. He was whispering "sorry" over, and over again.

Edward swore under his breath. He knew that Seth was different. He knew that his brother wasn't like him… but this gave his father absolutely no excuse to kick his brother out.

He was only 18 for Christ's sake!

Seth suddenly stood up and went to his closet. He began to pack his clothes into the suitcase that he had on the top cupboard. Edward was still. He loved his brother, yes… but could he ignore his father's wishes just like that?

"Seth… you—you don't have to go." Edward whispered; his voice cracking.

Seth sighed, deeply. "It's time for me to go, Edward. I have to." He began taking some shirts, putting it in his bag. "If my own father can't accept me for who I am, then I don't have any reason to stay."

To Edward, life seemed to fast forward from that moment. All he saw was his brother packing, and walking downstairs.

His father was waiting by the door. He gave Seth a card, and a lot of cash.

It was very obvious that he wanted him gone.

"Go away… and never come back, Seth. Give me word on where you settle, and I'll send money every month."

"But—" Edward was about to say.

Carlisle's head snapped to him, "Do you have something to say, Edward Anthony?"

Seth's eyes were begging him to stand up to his father. They were full of tears, again.

"I—I… um," he stuttered through, barely forming a coherent sentence, "I—uh, no sir… noth—nothing at all."

Seth's face fell. His eyes not giving away nothing, but betrayal. Edward winced at the strength of his brother's expression. Seth knew his fate now. He was alone in the world now. And not even his own brother could help him.

Seth's shoulder's hung down, and he left the doorway, where a taxi was conveniently waiting, at the end of their long driveway. Seth didn't even look back. He didn't even say good-bye to his brother.

He never even said good-bye to his beloved mother.

Edward saw the door close, and he glanced at his father with wild, accusing eyes.

"I can't have that around your mother," was his only excuse.

Edward was left there, as still as a statue that night.

It was the last time Edward heard from his brother. And that was six years ago.

Edward didn't like to dwell on the past… especially his past. So he focused solely on the future. And his future was made up of his mother, his job, and his girlfriend… and unfortunately his father.

His mother loved him very much… but she was never the same when Seth "moved out." She would walk around their beautiful home, wandering the hallways and staring at pictures of her children from when they were little. Part of the light in her eyes, just evaporated. And Edward hated knowing it was just because of his own father's attitude about life, and his stubborn nature.

But even with all that love from his mother, Edward never felt complete.

It was strange at just how much Edward wanted to be loved when he had a girlfriend.

Erm, fiancée.

Jessica Stanley—an heiress to the Stanley fortune—began dating Edward Cullen when he was 23. Jessica was what people called an "air"-ess. That girl had barely any book smarts and it was truly a wonder at how she had a degree in psychology. Edward was impressed though—not by her lack of book smarts, but the way that she was truly comfortable with herself. She was never the type of girl to be mean. Edward admired her way with people, and though she never truly saw what people really thought of her, she never failed to compliment everyone she met.

Jessica was only two years younger than Edward and she had only one dream: to get married. Edward rolled his eyes every time she brought up the words "husband" and "wife." She honestly couldn't care less if she married Bigfoot or Tom Cruise (but of course she had her preferences). She was glad that Edward was with her now, though. She had no doubt that Edward and she would have a good marriage. She was wrapped around a fantasy that she would soon dress in a beautiful white gown, her father would walk her down the aisle, and she would become Mrs. Jessica Lynn Cullen.

She was well off financially, just like Edward… but at least he didn't go out shopping every hour because his purse was "so out." Erm, of course, he'd also never own a purse. Not even a "man-purse," no matter what people said.

His interphone rang, letting him know that his associate was coming up, pulling Edward out of his thoughts. He shook his head to clear it, and quickly got back to work.

He finished all 25 girls, only declining 11. At least he'd have more than four this time.

The door opened and Edward looked up to smile at his co-worker, Tanya Middleton.

He quickly stood up and gave her a welcoming hug. She responded by dropping her things on the floor, and wrapping her arms around him, tightly.

"I've missed you," she whispered seductively in his ear.

A shiver of pleasure ran through his spine, and he gave her a responding squeeze.

They didn't let go until they heard footsteps outside their office.

Edward swiftly unwrapped his arms from Tanya and both of them took to their desks, which were facing opposite from each other.

"Lovey!" a squeal ran though the office, and Tanya rolled her eyes, immediately recognizing whose voice that was.

Edward chuckled under his breath and gave Tanya a sneaky wink, before the door was slammed open and in came Jessica.

"Lovey! I thought you were going to call me today. We needed to discuss wedding plans." Jessica gave Edward a stern look.

The blonde beauty never failed to make him smile. She was his friend… a best friend even. He loved her but he wasn't in love with her.

And nobody knew this except for him… and Tanya. But he thought it was strange because she always insisted on him getting married. Every time he'd try to bring up a subject of how he would break up with Jess, she'd convince him somehow… and then Tanya and he always ended up in bed, of course, but nevertheless, Edward just couldn't break up with Jess.

Edward wrapped his arms around her—much like Tanya's hug before Jessica came in— and he gave her a reassuring smile. "Jess, you'll tell me if you really need help, right? I mean, you told me just last week that I'd just mess the whole thing up."

She wrinkled her nose, and nodded. "You're right, lovey. I just think that it's too stressful for me to do it all by myself!"

"I can help you, Jess," Tanya offered, from her desk.

Edward raised his eyebrows. "Oh! Would you, Tahn? That'd be the sweetest thing ever!" Jessica ran over to Tanya and gave her a huge hug.

"I seriously couldn't live without you, Tanya. You're one of my bestest friends." Jessica smiled. "And you, lovey," she turned back to look at Edward, "Only a couple months 'til we're Mr. and Mrs.!" Jessica gave a quick peck on Edward's cheek and ran out the door without looking back.

Edward glanced at Tanya. "Oh, so now you're best friends?" he chuckled.

She was amused. "Of course, lovey." He rolled his eyes while she smirked. "Get back to work, Cullen."

He gave her a fake salute with a conspicuous wink, "Yes, ma'am."

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(Seattle, WA)

"Jacob Black! We need yours out onstage, pronto!" yelled the stage manager.

"Ugh!" Bella groaned.

"Just breathe, okay, Bells? In and out, and no stressing here. Your hair will look über fabulous!"

Bella smirked at her best friend's enthusiasm. "Well, Jacob, unless you want me to burst a vein here, you best hurry up with those curls."

He tsk'ed. "Girl, you don't rush perfection."

Whilst working on his "perfection", Jacob heard a pst coming from down the balcony.

"Gimme a quick second, 'kay Bells?" Jacob rushed, giving her a quick peck.

"But! The hair—Jacob!" she rolled her eyes, sighing.

Jacob looked down the balcony. There stood the love of his life… he would gladly stop his hair styling competition for this.

Seth was holding a giant heart-shaped balloon that said "Good luck!" on the front.

Jacob reached down to take it, smiling like a love-struck fool. Seth took his hand and held it close.

"You didn't have to miss work for this!" Jacob scolded.

"Psh, and leave you and my best friend hanging?" Seth said, "I don't think so, Jake."

Jake sighed with nothing but pure admiration.

Seth kissed the palm of his hand softly, and Jake messed his hair up playfully.

"Hey! Cut that out, Jake! Go win the competition, you dork." Both chuckled and ran back to their designated spots.

Jake approached Bella and she gave him a knowing smirk.

"What?" Jake asked.

She smiled, "Nothing…" she said innocently.

"Oh, shut up. Just let me finish this!"

She grinned, happy to finally be almost done.

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"And the winner of the Seattle hairstyling competition, who will take $5,000 home is…"

Jacob and Bella were both holding each other's hands—hoping they won't turn white from being held so tightly—waiting for the announcer to say the winner.

Seth was sitting front row, smiling widely because he was very sure that Jacob would win… the other styles were bland compared to his. Plus, he was biased, considering it was his boyfriend.

Next to Seth was a blonde man, wearing simple clothes. He was looking directly at Bella with a certain expression. She would occasionally look down at him from onstage and blush.

"… Jacob Black!"

Jake's eyes went wide. He could have sworn that he'd stopped breathing for a minute. He just won… $5,000, and a job at a prestigious hair salon.

Definitely something worth cheering for.

Bella began jumping up and down and hugging Jacob, while trying to hold back tears. It has been so long since he had a job… and now with that money, he could save it up and make plans for the future.

Seth was trying not to cry. He was so excited for his partner's luck. And he knew that their future would only get brighter from here.

Bella realized that she was hugging Jake when he was supposed to go across the stage and pick up his prize. She shook her head, wiping a few escaped tears, and pushed him forward to take his big check.

Jake was smirking playfully. He looked like a child when they handed it to him. Now, he'd never tell anyone, but when he had this tiny dream of owning a big check. The thought made him laugh.

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The three friends gathered below the stairs of the balcony after the show, and the boys were trying to give their girl some advice.

"Seriously Bells," said Jacob, "He loves you… you so need to tell him this – soon."

Seth nodded, "Agreed, Bella. He may not have a lot to his name, but he can give you love… and he can give the gift of a father." Jake's face fell momentarily at the mention of family.

Seth rubbed his back, soothingly. Bella gave him a meek smile.

"I appreciate it, guys, but…"

Jake cut her off, "But what, Bella? He loves you, you love him, and you have the best news ever! What could go wrong?"

Seth chuckled and knocked on the wood stairs next to him, "Don't you jinx her, Jake."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Tonight? Promise me that you'll tell him?"

"Us," corrected Seth. "Promise us that you'll tell him. Seriously, I want to know, too!"

She sighed, "Tomorrow night?" she offered, "At least it'll give me some time to think and see if I really am—"

Seth interrupted, "But you are, Bella. You're glowing, honey."

She grinned, touching her abdomen unconsciously. She knew that she needed to tell James.

"Bella!" yelled a voice from behind.

Jake and Seth exchanged knowing smirks and winks to Bella, and headed off to the cotton candy stand.

It was just getting dark, and Bella could only see the contest's festival lights around her. She was looking at her two best friends, so happily in love and longed for a future like theirs. She would tell him tomorrow, though.

She felt two strong hands wrap around her stomach and she squealed in delight, as she was being twirled.

"Hey, gorgeous," he whispered in her ear.

She was set down, and struggled to balance because of that spin. She giggled. "Hey, yourself. Maybe next time, you'll remember that I prefer to be with both feet on the ground."

James smiled, and shrugged innocently. "Of course you do."

She rolled her eyes, failing at keeping a straight face.

He stepped forward and embraced her, once more. "You looked amazing up there, you know that?"

She blushed a deep crimson. Bella was never good at receiving compliments.

"Well, I don't know about you… but I'm starving." James said.

She smiled and took a hold of his hand. "I agree. Let's grab some food over there."

She began to walk forward, but halted when she felt James' figure not moving.

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I wish… I wish that I could take you somewhere nice, you know?" He sighed, deeply. "I hate that I can't."

"Hey…" Bella began, rubbing softly on his hand. "I don't mind, James. Do we have to have this conversation, again? I love you for you. Not for how much you have to your name. Not for those petty, materialistic things."

James gazed at her, longingly. "You are so different…" he said, softly, so she didn't hear him.

Her face scrunched up. "Pardon?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, nothing. You're right… love has no price. Come on." He tugged on her hand. "Let's go eat something."

Bella smiled at his change of mood, and began to walk towards to food section. When he was sure Bella wasn't looking at him, James frowned.

He knew that keeping this a secret any longer would destroy anything that he and Bella had… he knew he had to tell her—and soon.

He would tell her tomorrow. He would be honest with her for the first time in two years; tomorrow, he sincerely hoped that she would forgive him.

He wouldn't lose her.

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(Chicago, IL)

Edward was packing up his things. It's been a long day. All he wanted to do was curl up in bed, with his book by his side and sleep all night.

That, of course, was his plan until he remembered that he had a date night with his fiancée that has been scheduled for the last week, so he regretfully took his things and turned off the lights of his office.

Tanya's lucky, he thought. She got to leave earlier today.

As he was about to leave, his Blackberry rang, and he glanced at the caller I.D. He suppressed a groan as he answered it.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were going to ignore me, again."

"Jessica, if this is about—"

"Of course it's about date night, lovey. We must discuss car details. Now, pick me up in about 10 minutes, okay?"

He chuckled, "Jessica, I am 20 minutes away from my house, and we live in Chicago… there's traffic everywhere at this time of night."

He could almost hear her frowning. "Fine. But make it quick! I miss you, lovey!"

"You too, Jess." And he hung up, chuckling to himself.

He was walking to his car when suddenly he saw a figure stepping from behind it.

He stepped towards the unsub** and squinted his eyes to see if he could recognize its figure.

But he would recognize those heels clicking anywhere…

"What do you want, Tanya?"

She smiled, deviously. "Honestly? You."

He smirked. "So do many people." He teased her by walking around her, pretending to be nonchalant. When really, he was just resisting the urge to fuck her on the side of his car.

Of course he wouldn't do that though, because: one, he loved his car too much to do that. Two, he couldn't risk people watching, and three, because it was too damn cold for any outside fucking anyway.

Tanya's eyes grew wide, and for a split second… she believed him. She didn't let anyone see that she hated losing power though. This was her relationship. She was in control.

She followed him as he was about to enter his car.

"Come on over to my loft. I bought new wine and we can celebrate."

Edward cocked his head. "Celebrate what?"

"Me buying new wine, of course." Tanya smirked.

He rolled his eyes. "I can't tonight. I have a date with Jessica."

She raised her eyebrows. "She'll forgive you… she always does." She told him, "Come on… you know that you want to, Edward."

He was torn. He knew that he wanted to, yes, but… did he also want to break Jessica's feelings (again) and "get stuck in traffic," only to miss the planned date?

Tanya was now face to face with Edward.

"It's just sex. You know this. You're not betraying her, Edward."

He pulled a face and thought about it.

Tanya inwardly sneered knowing that she could manipulate—ahem, convince him so easily.

"What do you say?" she whispered.

"I'll meet you in 20 minutes."

She grinned and gave him a quick peck.

As she was walking to her car, she thought about how it was easy… her life. Everything was perfect.

And she was going to keep it this way.

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(Seattle, WA)

After the boys went to their room, Bella was left sitting on the couch, thinking to herself about today's events.

She was so happy for Jake. And she could tell that he was freaking thrilled. He was finally going to "stop being a burden" as he put it on the way home—before he was slapped by Seth for even thinking that, of course. But she couldn't help but think that maybe she was the burden here…

She didn't get jobs so easily (being a model meant that there were days that you wouldn't book any jobs and others that you'd book 10 jobs) and she was living with them on no rent because she was "family." She had a very expensive car that she inherited from her parent's death, and some nice clothes, but still... money was hard to come by for her. She also couldn't help to think that she was sort of invading the boys' space. I mean, they were in the "newlywed" phase in their relationship, and she would walk around the house, trying to be quiet because she didn't want to bother them.

But she knew that if she voiced her opinions on her stay here, both men would have her head on a platter because they did consider her as family.

She also thought a lot about the next day. She would finally tell James. It's been only 3 weeks, and she wasn't sure this morning. But she's definitely sure now. As soon as they got home, Jake made Bella take another freaking test. She was so sure now, so she planned to tell James at the park where they met. She thought that planning it would be cheesy, but what the heck, right?

As soon as she thought about James, she wondered what he was up to… she knew that he lived in a small place, since he had always told her that he barely scraped by. James would always feel bad about never having enough money to take Bella to those nice restaurants in downtown Seattle. But, she would comfort him, telling him that she didn't care on whether or not he had money. She loved him. She loved James Tate for him.

And she couldn't wait to tell him tomorrow. She was sure that his reaction would be happiness. Hers was, and she knew that he'd love her for it.

She could barely fall asleep that night, with so much nerves and excitement.

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James was sitting on the park's bench thinking about his gorgeous girlfriend. His smile was soft and genuine. He truly loved this woman with all his heart and being.

He heard a car pull up, and though it might've looked like a mafia car—with its entire windows tinted and mysterious driver getting out—James knew that his ride had gotten here.

He got up, and walked towards the passenger door, and the driver opened it for him.

"Mr. Thompson," he acknowledged.

James nodded back politely, but didn't say anything. He was deep in thought.

If he told Bella the truth, would she still love him? Would she leave him? Would she stay?

So many possibilities ran through his mind that drive home. It wasn't until the car stopped in front of the prominent mansion that James was snapped out of his thoughts.

He walked inside, setting his things down in the living room, politely nodding at the maid who greeted him.

"Dad?" James called out. "You home, dad?"

"In the kitchen, Jameson," he heard from behind the doors.

He walked in, and said hello to his father, while taking a bite of a bagel.

"So how was your night?" asked his dad, trying to make small talk.

"Pretty good. I mean, Bella was acting a little weird all night, but when I asked, she told me that she'd tell me tomorrow, so I'm not too worried."

"And will you?" his dad questioned, vaguely.

His brows furrowed. "Will I what…?"

Steven Thompson took a deep breath. "Jameson, this has been going on for two years, son. Years of lying to the person you're with." He looked at James, deeply concerned, "Don't you think it's time to put your childish excuses behind and come clean?"

James sighed, putting down his food. "I'm telling her tomorrow…," he said, softly.

Mr. Thompson's eyes grew in surprise. "Really? Wow… I honestly wasn't expecting this." He was so proud that his son was finally going to be honest about his life.

Steve always thought that James has been lying to his girlfriend for this long because he was ashamed of his money. It was like it was a plague to him. But when his son had explained that it was because he was "finding his one true love," Steve felt a little bit better.

"Dad, she's the one… I can just feel it, I'm serious. She doesn't care if I come from money or not." James couldn't hide his joy when he talked about Bella's character.

"But you do, James. You come from a lot of it. Do you think she'll care that you've lied to her for this long?"

James pressed his mouth into a fine line, "I mean, I've thought about it… I know she'll be pissed but if she loves me like I think she does, then we'll both make it."

Steve smiled contently, glad he was receiving this news from his son. "Well, the best of luck to you tomorrow then, son."

"Thanks, dad." James shook his father's hand and headed upstairs to his room's balcony.

He knew that he had to tell her tomorrow. His mind was already made up… but how would he tell her?

Bella, I love you dearly. I've always wondered what woman was true enough to love me as a person and not for how much money I have… that's why I've been lying to you all this time. Because honestly, I come from a billionaire family and my father is the owner of "Thompson Industries." Yeah, that's right… I'm Jameson Thompson. Billionaire kid extraordinaire. Not James Tate. Oh, and please don't hate me for lying to you, because I want to marry you soon.

Yes… that would go so smoothly with her.

James ran his hands through his face, irritated.

Tomorrow was going to be extremely difficult, but he knew that it would come soon, so he couldn't put it off any longer.

So he fell asleep that night, planning ways to tell Bella.

One thing was for sure, though, was that he would tell her on the park bench, where they met.

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