This isn’t a story about love or romance. This isn’t a story with a knight in shining armor who rescues his princess. This isn’t a story where the boy gets the girl. There are no rainbows, or butterflies. No pretty words or soft caresses to make the pain go away. The gentleman does not kiss away her tears, though the tears are many. This isn’t a story with a happily ever after.
This is a story about loss. And regret. And pain. And the havoc that was wreaked upon the lives of the innocent and unsuspecting. This starts with wonder and hope and curiosity. It begins with friendship and laughter and supportive gestures. Even seduction.
But it does not end well. No, not at all.
You see, the boy does not always get the girl. It’s a fact of life; something my father told me when I was just a boy and I had to watch my beloved pet and best friend die after being struck by a wavering car on a wet and rainy road.
Sometimes bad things just happen.
But what my father failed to tell me then, a lesson that I evidently needed to learn the hard way, was that sometimes those bad things that happen are completely our own fault.
This story is my story. It’s the story of how I began with everything, but ended with nothing, not even hope. It’s not a fairy tale, more like my own personal nightmare. This is my confession of how I broke the heart of the woman I promised to love forever, of how I tore apart two families, one being my own; of how I destroyed everything I held dear to my heart. I lost my wife, my children, my home; I very nearly destroyed my career. I alienated my friends and parents. I lied, cheated, and stole.
I did the worst of the worst to the best of the best.
My name is Edward Cullen, and I am an adulterer.