Here it is my new story takes time I hope you all like it as much as I do so read on and enjoy.

Chapter 1

Many people can decide if they love or hate someone within a matter of minutes of meeting them and if they love them it is likely that they will always to some extent have feelings for them. And if they hate them within minutes sometimes there can be a second chance others they end up hating them till the end of time. Now at this very moment though I am wondering if I love or hate the person that I promised the rest of my life to. I am wondering if I love or hate my husband. I know that at one point in my life I had to have loved him. Or so I keep telling myself.

My husband was arrested for murder last night and he didn't even look like he cared at all. He just sauntered out of the house if cuffs with two police officers with him and the stupid fucking smirk on his face. He didn't ask me to call a lawyer he didn't ask me to come meet him at the station he didn't even say I love you. He just yelled out that I would hear from him. Well it's a new day and I still haven't heard from the jackass. Sometimes I wonder why the hell did I marry him a year ago? I wish that I had just wish that I stayed in Chicago with Alice and Emmett my wonderful loving brother Emmett I haven't talked to him in a month ever since I told him that I couldn't come home over the summer like I promised he was pissed for that one. I sometimes think of the way things might have been if I didn't leave. I don't know if I would be happier seeing as the love of my life was getting married but well anything is better than the way that I live now merely a shell of my old self. Edward any time I think his name or even say it out loud I want to cry. I should never have given up on my feelings for him even if he did say that he loves Victoria.

Some days I just wish I wasn't so stupid and so quickly married James after just six months with him. I mean marrying James and not even a year later that he is being accused of murder. That shows my great judge of character.

After some more dwelling on the situation I think that I am finally ready to go see him at the police station. Ignoring his advice of waiting to hear from him I get into my car and make my way to the station.

I get into my new BMW I am flooded with memories of the day that we go the car. I had just gotten a promotion at the magazine that I work at I went from writing some of the ads for companies to being able to write some of my own articles at the home design magazine. I was so happy and James had just taken his security company global that we celebrated by buying ourselves new cars James got an Audi and I got a BMW. We were both so happy at our accomplishments and we treated ourselves but I can't help but think that I would have been happier if I didn't have to give up everything that I did when I married him. I can't help but think about the people and things that I have lost along the way. I have lost my brother, my best friend and the one man that I have ever truly loved all because Edward was getting married and James was the first one there to even try and pick up what was left of me. All of this because he said I was pretty when I was at the lowest point in my life. He took advantage of me and now he is being accused of murder. This Just fucking makes my week complete. With all of the things that have been happening lately and now he goes and gets himself thrown in Jail.

I thought that James was the perfect husband and on paper he is. James owns a multi billion dollar company that just went Global. He is a clean cut business man with the perfect wife all that is missing is the children that we will be expected to be having within the coming years seeing as I am 24 and he is 30. We are expected to start popping them out any time now. Though James is good on paper there are things that the world does not see about him like James has OCD about being clean and having our penthouse apartment without a speck of dust. The only thing one could say about him is unconventional is that he has his hair tied back in a pony tail and that his eyes always have an icy look to them like he hates everybody.

Me on the other hand I am 5'5 average weight long brown hair that goes to my waist that I need to cut and brown eyes that I am told look like chocolate. I am average in almost every way except that I am married to one of the richest men in the world. That sounds amazing but in reality I just want to feel something I have been emotionally numb ever since I started with James. What I need is to feel loved I need to feel the warmth of hugs from my brother and my best fried I need comfort.

I walk in to the police station looking wildly around as I see all of these women milling around and crying. I have a feeling as to why they are here but I am too scared to ask.

The receptionist is right in front of me and I see that she has a few people to deal with before she can get to me. The women that are crying start getting a little out of hand and an officer comes over in an attempt to calm them down they seem to understand and they quiet down and sit in the chairs that are offered.

After the people a head of me are dealt with I am finally up. "Hi I'm Bella MacClery I'm here to speak to my husband."

Before the receptionist can tell me anything one of the women starts screaming. "YOU BITCH I BET YOU KNEW. I BET YOU KNEW EVERYTHING THAT HE HAS DONE TO THEM TO OUR BABIES."

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"YOUR HUSBAND IS GUILTY OF THE MURDER AND RAPE OF OUR GIRLS. HE KILLED MY BABY, MY INNOCENT LITTLE GIRL."

I just look at them all unable to come up with anything to say. Looking at these broken women gives me the urge to cry along side them. I want to ball my eyes out at the thought that the man that I married could have killed their children. I know I can't cry with them though because they would just hate me all the more.

"I'm sorry about your loss. I had no idea that James could ever have done anything like this, we haven't been married very long and I just didn't know.

The women all look at me trying to see if I could possibly be lying to them. They don't say anything else to me they just sit back in their seats and resume their silent tears. I take this as a good sign because they don't shout anything else out at me they just sit their looking lost.

An officer comes over to me and motions for me to follow him. I do as requested and follow him down the hall and into an office.

He motions for me to sit down in one of the chairs in the office and I do as I am asked. "Hello Mrs. Hunter my name is Detective Clearwater."

"Hi, its Swan actually." I say shyly to him. Detective Clearwater is a very clean cut man with sandy brown hair and boyish features he seems to be younger than me at my age of 26 but I know he must be older if he is already a Detective.

"I am one of the Detectives that will be handling your husband's case."

"Oh okay."

"I just want to make sure that you understand I will be handling the L.A. part with the FBI and another Detective will be handling the Chicago division of this investigation."

"There are two divisions?"

"Yes Ma'am your husband has killed in both L.A. and Chicago."

"No one told me that."

"We just found out ourselves when he admitted to the murders."

"He admitted his guilt?"

"Yes and I am very sorry."

"Can I have a moment?"

"Yes but I am sure that the FBI will want to talk to you."

"I have to talk to the FBI?"

"Yes we will need you to so we can fully understand your husband."

"Okay." He leaves the room to I have no clue what. And all that I can think is that I am married to a killer. I married a fucking killer. I fell in love with a fucking killer.

I knew that this was a possibility since he was arrested but it becoming a reality is a totally different story.

I start hyperventilating and it takes all of my strength to calm myself. I keep the tears at bay that are threatening to spill over and once I have myself under control I turn in my seat and walk over to the door of the office. I see Detective Clearwater standing with another man in a suit he has short brown hair he has a large build with coppery skin.

"I'm okay now ask me whatever you need to." I say to them.

Both of the men walk into the room. I return to my previous seat and so does the Detective. The man in the suit sits down beside me and I look expectantly at him.

"Hello I am Agent Black and I will be questioning you on behalf of the FBI. You are allowed to have representation if you would like."

"I'm okay."

"Let's start then."

May the questioning begin.

What do we think do we like it do we all want more? I love this story so much and I love it even more than two broken hearts I mean this story is way more what I love to write and read so I hope you all love it and want more.

Leave me a little love and you will get another chapter in 1 week ie July 15th and that is a promise.

xoxo Adrienne