A/N: Hello everyone... after a series of tries on fanfiction to have a successful story i thnk this it. This time im prepped with a publilishing shcedule and everything. Please leave me some love cause it's my drug. ;) ;)

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"I'll be waiting in the bedroom." He said and gave her a small smile, which gave her all the courage she needed.

She willed her self to put one foot in front of another and make it into her living room where her fiancé waited for her. Deep down she knew that it was only a matter of minutes before he reached his end. However she didn't feel any sorrow and for that she felt guilty. He who had given her his everything and more. But it wasn't as if she sought it.

The cold metal pressed into the sole of her foot and it was a constant reminder of what she was going to do. On nearing the living room, she pulled out a small scalpel that she had taken to keeping tucked into her boots. She readied it and took a deep breadth to ready herself. With one final step she closed the distance between her fiancé and her and stabbed him mercilessly in his stomach.

Almost instantly she wiped the scalpel for any evidence and put it back in the doctor's bag from where she had flicked it. With a shaky step she gave Dr. Cullen's house a ring, but she knew no one would pick up. After all he was at her house, she thought with a wry smile. Just then footsteps signaled his coming down the stairs. She took his hand and together they called the police while she cried, partly out of guilt and partly because that was expected of her.

As Chief Inspector Volturi interrogated her, she wailed out the well practiced sentences with ease.

"I came home to find my husband dead on the ground. I was devastated! It still hasn't hit me completely. My first thought was to call Dr. Cullen since he lives next door. Then we called the police."

"Has anything been stolen from your bedroom?"

"I wouldn't know!" she gasped hysterically, "what with the recent events!"

"Don't you worry, my dear. We understand your loss. The police force shall make sure you receive the life insurance money"

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2 years later:

"I come home to find my husband on the floor dead. I'm devastated. And what's more …I have no means to survive on my own."

"Don't you worry, ma'am. I'm sure the insurance will come through. On the bright side Dr. Jackson has graciously offered you a place to stay for a few days."

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"Dom! I want out. Tonight! I can't do this any more. Even if you don't quit with me I'm still doing it,"

"Of course darling. Tonight we visit James." He murmured, pulling me closer.

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"You want out, hun? How about no?"

"Don't do this James. You wont like how this ends." Edward warned.

"Oh really? You're all talk and no game. I should know. After all I've had you under my thumb for six years now." He sneered, making his ugly face look even worse. His steel grey eyes glinted in the dim light of the lone bulb, and his features looked sharper, colder, and crueler.

"Together one last time." She said under her breadth and together, holding hands they shot at his chest with a small pistol belonging to James himself.

After few minutes they saw the lights and heard the sirens. They knew that it was all over.

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