"I'm happy that I've run into you, actually."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why is that?" she asked in suspicion.
He sighed and gave her a sad smile. "I know you care very much about Edward, but I'm afraid that things aren't always what they seem."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What do mean?" she asked, hesitantly.
"After everything that he's been through with Victoria and losing his child, do you honestly think that he'd give his heart away so easily?"
Her eyes widened and panic began to slowly build in her chest. "No," she whispered and shook her head, refusing to believe.
"Don't be naive, Isabella. I can prove it," he responded, opening up his briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. He held it out to her, but she couldn't bring herself to take it. He shook it in her direction slightly and reached out slowly, as if the document were a snake waiting to bite.