Royally Arranged

Chp 51 Mourning

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Bella's POV

I swallowed my hurt and pain as I when through our thanksgiving dinner and a huge amount of weeks 'till Christmas. I will not spoil Christmas time for the Cullen's.

I share the same bed as him and felt his warm body heat radiating through the whole room. My body ache as his arms curled around my arms and legs tangled up with mine. Chest to chest, foreheads to foreheads, I swallowed the pain. The postcard was tucked neatly away at the bottom of my hamper of sweaters, probably burning the wool with the intensity of the lovers on the postcards.

Did they share the bed like us? Did they make love in my tub? Did they spend the days cuddling away? Do they? How long has this been going?
Have they started it when I arrived the palace? Or before that?

I tried not to think about it. I took a few prescription of sleeping pills from the royal physician, and I swallowed them down my throat like I did to my pain.

I slept at the edge of the bed, curling up at my side and the night engulfed me.

The weeks and days went on like this. I tried to mask my pain away with a huge smile as I walked across the Maids' Chamber every single day when I pass down the laundry. A huge realization hit me when the night of Christmas's Eve when my silk pjs tumbled off my arms.

That's where my missing lingerie and shoes goes; her arms.

Has she been wearing my clothing, seducing my man?

Tears brimmed into my eyes and I leaned back to the cold marble wall. My rub my wrist against my forehead as I bewailed and shed bitter tears. Salt water rolled down my cheeks as I grieved. My limbs finally gave up and I tumbled to the floor, lament seems to the be the right word for now.

This is the first time I mourn with tears over the secret affair between my husband and a maid. Tears I held in the past weeks scrambled down greedily.

I loved him.

Christmas Day.

After the whole exchanging presents morning, I waddled upstairs with an armful of gifts. I received some comfy stripes socks and shoes from Jasper, a mug with Emmett's mugshot from Emmett himself (he would say: haha, it's so puny), some tickets to see 5 Seconds of Summer from Carlisle and Esme, boots from Alice and a matching coat from Rosalie. I was given a new Rolls Royce from him. That's how he buys love.

I placed the wonderful gifts from my family on the bed and went to out in my coat and boots into the closet.

"Bells," he called.

My eyes shot up from my boots as I hear the door opened and closed. I placed the gorgeous boots down and stood up. "Yes?"

"Did you like the car? It's one of the first editions in our country." He boasted. I picked my brush up and started combing my hair. I need something to distract me so I won't smash his skull to the mirror, or bawl my eyes out in front of him.

"It's cool."

Footsteps ascended to my side and he placed a kiss on my neck. I shivered as his miry breathe fanned across my exposed skin. "I really like the pen. I've been signing some important paperworks with Carlisle and I had been hunting for a nice pen. Thank you," he murmured and kissed my ear. "It's like you can read my mind, love."

My mouth twitched at the nickname. Why can't you read mine?

"I need to take a bath," I muttered and gathered new clothes into my arms and slipped away.

Time to time when I space out, the darkness seemed so surreal, as if I was closing my eyes. I spat out blood more than foam when I brush my teeth for taking care of them for the whole damn hour, wanting the answers of my questions.

But who sent me the postcards?

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Comment down bellow who you think sent the postcards to Bella. And to those Edwardnators, I'm sorry you had to see this side of him.

Cheers to you lovely people.