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Bella POV

January 2008

"Bella, I'm sorry but tomorrow night's plans have had to change something's come up," My husband Edward said suddenly. I sighed and took my hands away from the dress I was looking forward to wearing, for what was supposed to be tomorrow night's date.

I walked to the door of our walk in closet and leaned against the door frame. I looked towards my so called husband. He was sat in our bed with his folders of paper work around him, his iPad, his iPhone, Bluetooth earpiece in his ear and probably talking to Demetri about something at work.

Six years ago, Edward Cullen wouldn't take no for an answer. He saw me, he wanted me. Simple as. The only thing was, I was only twenty years old at the time and he was thirty-two. Basically he saw, he claimed and now he doesn't even care. Now six years later we were barely holding by a thread. Don't get me wrong I love my husband more than anything but…always coming second to his work, well lets just say it isn't fun.

Especially, since I gave up my career for him.

I was what people would call a Prima Ballerina. At twenty years old I was the youngest ever to play the lead role in Swan Lake at the, The New York City Ballet company. Apparently my portrayal of the Black Swan was amazing and it's what got me the part. I'd only auditioned for a joke and people laughed at me when they found out, saying that I was living in a fantasy world if I ever thought I would be cast as "The Queen of the Swans". But it was destined to be seen as my last name was Swan.

I had been doing ballet since I was three and when I was fourteen I got a scholarship to go to The Royal Ballet School in London. It was hard to move from Forks, Washington, to London England. But in the end I'm really glad that I did. I lived for ballet. I had practically tortured myself to become the best that I could be, late night practising in the dance studios when everyone had gone to bed, still practising on my days off, never leaving it more than a few days without putting on my points, even just to go through the basics of techniques. I just couldn't go a day without it.

Ballet was my life, it still is.

After I had graduated from school, I was got accepted into the New York City Ballet company. Within not even two months of been there, I was told that I would be staring in the Nutcracker as Clara. I was only nineteen years old at the time. The following year I got the part every ballerina everywhere wants to play, Odette from The Swan Lake.

The thing about me also was that I was really petite too. I still am. But it was easier for the male leads to lift me and what not while doing Pas De Duex. I'm 5'2 and at one point in my career, only weighed 95 pounds. My mom got so worried that she forced me to eat. It's not that I didn't eat; it was just that I burnt the calories up faster then what was going in, which caused me to lose a little too much weight. But I got back on track and ended up fluctuating between 100-110lbs, throughout my career.

I never, in a million years, expected a one Edward Cullen to sweep me off my feet like he did. He was thirty-two when I met him and I turned him down countless times before I finally agreed to go on a date with him.

And let's just say I'm very glad that I did go on that date.

I fell in love with him and I fell hard. So hard in fact, that when he asked me to give up my career for him, I did, without question. But now…it's one of my biggest regrets in life. I would do anything to get back on that stage and be in my element. But I knew he wouldn't like it. Not to mention in my currant delicate condition I couldn't go back to ballet anyway.

Well not yet at least.

I just looked at him and wished I could have the fun loving husband back that I had during the first year of our relationship and first year of marriage, but for some reason, after that I came second to his work. It was no wonder I was his second wife. It was no wonder he lost millions in the divorce settlement.

"So what's so important this time?" I asked him. I couldn't stop the sadness creeping into my voice.

"I have to go home to sort out some things," he told me like it didn't matter whatsoever that he was yet again breaking another dinner date with me. Then I caught on to what he said and frowned.

"You are home," I whispered to him.

"You know what I mean Isabella; I have to go back to London for a couple of weeks." Yes my husband is English; it was his accent that made me look twice. I do love a good English accent especially after living there. He looked up at me, his glasses on the end of his nose, paper work in his hands, shirtless and in his sleep pants sitting on top of the duvet. And let's just say that he looked fucking amazing for a 38 year old man. That's for sure.

"It's just you promised me this time, you promised me that no matter what you would do this for me," I said moving closer to the bed.

He sighed and looked away from me. I felt the tears well up in my eyes; he didn't look at me much these days.

"Bella I have a multi-billion dollar business to run, a new product that goes on sale soon, not to mention it looks like the Economy is going to go in to a fucking crisis, I don't have time for a stupid fucking dinner date. I need to make sure my business doesn't suffer because of what looks like is going to happen," He snapped at me in such an angry voice, that I took a step back.

"I'm your wife; don't I mean more to you then money?" I whispered as a tear slowly slid down my check.

"Not when your with me for my money no." I stood there shocked, and I mean shocked. I couldn't believe that he just said that. I mean, I didn't even know who he was when I met him. I honestly didn't know who he actually was and how important he was until we were seriously dating. I just thought he was better off and that's it.

"You know damn well that I'm not with you for your money, yeah your ex-wife maybe," his head snapped up towards me when I mentioned her, "I mean how much did she take you for?" I paused for a little dramatic effect and judging by the pissed off look on his face he wasn't going to like what I was going to say.

"What two hundred million? Yeah that was it wasn't it? Now that is a lot of money, well no, not for you considering your the richest man in the world, that's more like pocket change to you and your sat there worrying about a possible global recession when it won't even effect you one little bit," I snapped at him.

"I'm not Tanya Edward," I shouted at him, "I'm not with you for your fucking money, I actually wish you didn't have any, as then it wouldn't always come to that will it?"

"Get out," he simply said. I just looked at him.

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Get out, get out of my sight. I really don't want to say something that I may come to regret in the morning," He glared at me. I laughed.

"I don't think so, you get out, this is my room too, I'm here more then you, this is my bed, so either you get the fuck out or shove it up your ass!" I turned away from him and walked into the closet we shared to take my earrings out and put them in my over flowing jewellery draw. Most of it "I'm sorry" gifts, and walked back into the room. I picked up my kindle, which my husband subsequently invented and nobody else will own for at least another four years, that's how advanced it was.

I didn't take any notice of him and made sure to be turned away from him as I got in bed and finished reading my e-book. I don't know when I fell asleep, I just know that whenever Edward finished doing whatever the hell he was doing he climbed into bed and wrapped himself around me. I faintly heard him saying he was sorry and kissed me on my temple and whispered how much he loved me. Shame he never showed it anymore. I eventually drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

But I couldn't help but wonder when I should tell him about the baby I was currently growing in my uterus.

I don't know what his reaction will be I just hope it's the right one.

Three weeks later:

"What do you mean you're going to be gone for another two weeks?" I shouted down the phone.

"Bella I'm sorry but were having some problems and they need me here, I am really sorry!" But he didn't sound sorry. Not at all, and after months of debating about it, I made a rather hard decision.

"Okay, fine, I understand, I guess I'll see you in two weeks," I said to him, making him fall into a false sense of security.

"Really? Thanks Bella, look I gotta go, I'll call you when I can and I'll see you in two weeks. Bye honey."

That was it; he didn't even wait to hear my reply, he just put the phone down. I really wish I was going to be here to see the look on his face when he realised I was gone and he wouldn't be able to find me.

Yep. I've decided to leave him. I can't do it anymore, I'm pregnant with his child, not that he knows anyway. He just doesn't care anymore so he was going to be well fucking shocked when he came home to find me gone.

I already knew where I was going.

Edward owned so much property in the states that he didn't even know what he owned really. I was the one who looked after all that. So after much deliberating, I decided to move back to Washington State. Edward had bought a gorgeous house on Mercer Island before me and him had gotten together. And let's just say he wouldn't even know it was missing. I took all the paper work for it out of the files on paper and cleared the ones that were stored on the computer. I was taking the hard copies with me.

I had thought about this decision for a very long time and over the past couple of months I had been drawing large amounts of money out of my bank account, in cash, and storing it away in a bag I had in another room so that Edward wouldn't see it.

I had also cleared my own personal account that I hadn't touched in a least four years as Edward preferred me to use his money. Due to interest building up it was nearly at the hundred and fifty thousand dollar mark, which I honestly couldn't believe when I had checked. Also the account was in my maiden name and Edward thought I'd cancelled it so he wouldn't be able to find it. He wouldn't even look for it. Edward had a knack at been able to hack into anything, been the computer genius that he was and how advanced his technology was too. Apple was one of the biggest technology companies in the world right now and was worth at least $100 billion dollars. Edward himself was worth more than that because he literally invented everything.

This is why I had things technology wise that wouldn't be available for quite some time.

"Ms Bella?" I jumped at the sudden sound that had brought me out of my musings, I looked up just as our house keeper Maria walked into the kitchen.

"Oh Maria am sorry I forgot you where here," I smiled at her, she smiled back at me.

"No worries Ms Bella, is there anything you want me to do for you?" She asked as she put her purse down. I couldn't help thinking that it was going to be really hard to leave with her been here everyday...I wonder if there was some how to get to take some time off...

"Actually Maria, I don't need you at all, so why don't you take off?" She just looked at me surprised.

"You're letting me have some time off?" She asked shocked then looked at her watch. "Oh if you're sure then if I leave now, I'll make it in time for my daughters dance recital!" She exclaimed quietly.

I got up from my seat and picked up my bag, took out my purse, then took out a $100 and gave it to her.

"Ms Bella I can't take this," Maria said wide eyed and thrusting it back into my hand.

"Yes you can and you will. You better get going if you're going to make it to your daughters dance recital, just think of it as a late New Years bonus."

"Thank you so much Ms Bella, it's such a kind thing for you to do," I scoffed and shrugged it off.

"Actually Maria, Edward won't be back for another two weeks so I actually don't need you...so I'm giving you two weeks paid holiday. No ifs, ands or buts so get your butt out my front door and get to your daughters dance recital. I'll see you in two weeks," As I finished I picked up her bag and lead her to the front door of our townhouse on the Upper East Side.

"Ms Bella I can't do that, you pay me to clean not to take time off!" She said frantically.

"Maria it's only me here, trust me I'm not going to make that much mess and I'm pretty sure that can clean it up myself. So as I said get your butt to your daughters dance recital. If theirs anyone that understands the importance of having their parents at their dance recital it's me."

She gave me such an amazing smile that I couldn't help buy smile back at her.

"Thank you Ms Bella, you really do have a kind heart," I nodded and she made her way down the steps of our house. When she got a little ways down the street she waved at me then hurried across the road and into a taxi.

I closed the door after I made sure she was gone and quickly but carefully ran up the two flights of stairs to the guest bedroom where I had hidden my bag of money. I grabbed it, opened it and looked inside it. There was a hell of a lot of money in there. The 150K from my personal account, then whatever money I had been taking drawing out over the past couple of months. I know it's not the right thing to do and that I should just ask for a divorce. The only problem is I know he won't give me one.

Edward does love me but…I can't stand the way he shows it anymore. My heart can't take the way he talks to me anymore or the way he thinks he can cancel on me at the last minute. The dinner he cancelled the one before last, he left me waiting in our favourite Italian restaurant for over an hour before I gave up, ordered take-out and went home. I found him in his office bent over his computer and talking on the phone. He'd finally looked up at me after I dumped the take-out box in front of him. He hadn't even heard me open the damned door. I had just looked at him with tears swirling in my eyes, his eyes had gone wide when he saw the take-out box, he'd gone to say something, but I held my hand up to stop him, turned and stormed out the room all the while slamming the door as hard as I could. Edward didn't come to bed that night.

After I had packed everything I would need to take with me- but I had left a lot of stuff too- I took everything except all my evening dresses and clothes that Edward had gotten me over the years. I wouldn't have a need for them where I was going.

But the hardest clothing item I left was my wedding dress.

I took it from where it was hung up in the garment bag and put it onto an empty rail and took it out so that Edward would see it. I just looked at if for a moment, it was my most prized possession which made it all that much harder to leave it.

I had told Edward once that Carolina Herrera was one of my favourite designers, and not even two weeks after he proposed to me he told me he had a surprise for me. I got the shock of my life when we'd walk through the door of the building he had taken me to and there stood Carolina Herrera herself.

I just looked at him not believing what he did for me. Then he proceeded to tell me that she was going to be designing me a one of a kind wedding dress and that it was budget less.

And let me tell you, Carolina created me a masterpiece. The dress was made of white crepe satin, French Chantilly lace, it had seventeen buttons on each sleeve, but all together it had 186. It was long sleeved and form fitting all the way down until about just before the knees, were it began to come out mermaid style and it ended with a cathedral long train. But the best part about the dress was that the back which featured a sheer panel with delicate scrolled embroidery around it over my back from the small of my back all the way to the neck and through the centre of that 152 buttons ran all the way down from the neck right to the hem.

All together is took Carolina and four seamstresses six months to make and cost $35,000. I was a little shocked about the price but Edward said he didn't care and that he wanted me to have the dress I had always dreamed of for my wedding day.

I cried the day I tried it on, so did my mom and Edward's mom Esme did too. It was that moment all brides have when they realize that they really truly did have the perfect dress and let's just say Edward loved it, especially the back.

Also Esme, Edward's mom had me some one of a kind Manolo Blahnik white satin five inch pumps with a crystal design that went from the toe part right up to the ankle made for me. It was lucky I was a ballerina and used to standing on my toes otherwise I wouldn't have been able to walk in them.

I took them from there box and looked at them before putting them on the bench so that they stood perfectly next to the dress.

Then for the first time in the almost five years we'd been married I took my engagement and wedding rings off. I put them in the box they belonged in and into my jewellery draw closed it then re-entered the code so it would lock it all up securely. Edward didn't trust the staff when it came to my jewellery so he designed the draw so it was like a safe, you had to put a code in to open it then put the code back in so that it locked it.

When I told him it was stupid he just said he wasn't about to let millions of dollars worth of jewellery be stolen when he'd taken the time to pick it for me. When in fact I knew his secretary picked most of it out for me. But I didn't say anything.

The tears silently slid down my checks as I did this, but it had to be done. And last but not least I put the letter I wrote for Edward down so that it was resting against the shoes. I stared at it for a moment.

Then with everything in me I left.

I put my bags into my Mini Cooper that I planned to drive so far to Seattle then travel the rest of the way by coach. I couldn't fly as Edward would be able to track me by my passport, so I left that as well as everything else that was traceable. Things like my cell phone and all my cards too.

I meant what I said; I really didn't want him to find me.

A/N:

I know that I've posted and reposted this chapter before but I've worked on them again and now they flow so much better.

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I don't know how long this will be so bear with me.

I decided to make Edward the founder of Apple Inc. But there will be different things he does as well. He has a lot to answer for as he has a very pissed off wife.

I know that some things I've written aren't right or possible, but its fiction so what harm will it do.

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