I don't own Stephenie Meyer, nor, Twilight. Only the plot and my ideas…..

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Story Summary: Bella and Edward are about to face a divorce and separation away from each other forever. Bella, always lived a life of happiness in the other, Edward's childhood was filled with rage and neglect. Will looking back at the past save their marriage and save them. What if Bella leaves him with one secret he might never find out...

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Author's Note: to my reviewers, high note this: I know you guys are confused with this story, but that's to throw you off and it is part of the story. And this story is a 2 part the first part is their divorce and the second part is the hidden secret so please bear with me. THANK YOU!!!!

During their divorce Bella is 28 and Edward is 31.

They first met when Bella was a freshman (19) in college and Edward was a senior (22).

They got married when Bella was a junior (21).

I don't want to give other information because it will give the story away.

Emmett and Bella are brother's and sister's.

Jasper and Edward are cousins.

Edward and Carlisle are brothers.

During the flashbacks scenes sometimes Bella is pregnant if she is she's only 3 months pregnant…. But she loses it through miscarriage and someone of course is to blame. I will follow up on that part.

PLEASE BEAR WITH ME BECAUSE I DONT HAVE MICROSOFT WORD NO MORE SO NO MORE CORRECTIONS I WOULD HAVE TO DO IT ON MY OWN

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CHAPTER 10: LIFE

FINALLY PART TWO OF THE STORY PLOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EPOV

Four years

Has it really been that long?

Has it really been four years since I last layed my eyes on Bella. I couldn't believe the facts how I watched everything slip through my fingers. Everything I build up on for years turn to dust. Was I that stupid? Was I that worthless?

Sitting here in one of those plain office rooms in London not bothering to pay attention to what the speaker has to say. Thirty more minutes until I get my ass out of here and back to Seattle. I was itching to get home. To be revisited by the only sanctuary I had left. A place where I went to drown my sorrows in and get myself the most drunk I could possibly get.

My life has been a simple pattern—wake up, go to work, visit my mother, visit my shit of a father, hit a small town bar, and back to my place. Only to be bothered by Carlisle and Esme's worried phone calls and Jasper and Alice trying to pull my ass away from home. The worst part of it wasn't living it was dreaming. Closing my eyelids and seeing her under them was pain. Her warmest smile, her chocolate brown eyes, and her beautiful long chestnut hair was my nightmares. I couldn't sleep and when I did, I didn't welcome it. I was incapable of functioning and living. I needed her in my system the thought of her didn't help me at all. I need her warmth against me and her touching feel.

I wondered if she was happy. Did she found her destined someone? Is she able to smile after all the treacherous antics I threw at her? I loved her—still love her. But this pain I'm feeling now, is punishment. I deserve this, I battled my brain.

I arrived back to Seattle in a few days time. I walked into my house and headed for the stairs until I saw something annoying in my living room. I turned and walked in only to be faced with my bother Carlisle, my cousin Jasper, and his hyperactive fiancée Alice.

"What the hell are you three doing in my house?" I screamed. Not insulting, but how the hell did they get in here?

"Why I can't visit my stupid ass of a brother?" Carlisle smiled in a sarcastic look coming towards me to grab me by the neck and nudge the top of my head. Jasper sauntered over to me with Alice jumping up and down. "Hey Edward." Alice kissed my cheek when I embraced her and Jasper slapped my back. Jasper and Carlisle took a seat on one of my couches while I followed and sat on the ones across from them. Alice who never asks before she takes found my whiskey cabinet and pulled out for glasses set them on the coffee table and poured it for each of us. I grabbed mine quickly and gulped it without a blink. Alice's arms held on my shoulder soothing me. We all talked for about three hours until Carlisle had to go back to his hotel to leave the next morning back to Forks followed by Jasper and Alice.

When I woke up this morning I stumbled into my bathroom and took one look in the mirror and only found one word for it.

Hell.

My eyes were blotchy red and y hair was messy and fucked up. I did my necessary needs and strolled down into the kitchen. Until I heard the phone ring. Who calls this early in the morning? I grabbed the phone off the hook without checking the ID caller.

"Hello?"

"Edward." I groaned loudly. What could he possibly want?

"Who calls a person around seven in the morning?" I asked, frustrated.

"I need you down here in an hour." He demanded. My father was ever one for asking always one for the taking.

"Why?!"

"For once can you do something I tell you to do without saying something stupid about it." I winced and sighed. Without saying anything else I hung up the phone. I ate breakfast silently and quickly and sprinted up the stairs. Minus well do this to pass the time. Take my anger on someone else rather than myself—but I knew I deserved it. I threw on a pair of jeans a a t-shirt and jacket. I walked out of the house grabbing my keys and phone driving down the next couple of blocks to my father. I bursted into his office slamming the door shut.

"You must be excited to see me." He smiled wickedly.

"What do you want so I can be done with it and leave." I groaned.

"I have something to tell you…" before he told me his stupid nonsense news a picture glistened above the fireplace. I walked to the fireplace and reached for the picture frame and grasped it tightly. A picture of my mother, me, and Carlisle. I turned to him and threw glares of death.

"What the hell is this?! Are you sick or something?!" I spit in disgust.

"Edward, just sit down and listen."

"I'll stand." He didn't even warm up to the idea, he just softly whispered.

"Yes, I am… I'm sick…" I waited for him to look up at me again and I raised an eyebrow.

"You should be in a asylum. Instead of mom."

"Edward. I'm serious, I am sick."

"How long?"

"Four years. I didn't tell you because it wasn't serious, but the doctors were saying it's getting worse and I have a low percentage of making it."

"And your telling me this why?"

[BPOV]

Sleep is beautiful.. like magic. So surreal.

Sleep has been pleasant for quite some time. Comfortable like Heaven.

Then my perfect sleep was interrupted by something all too precious. My heart and soul. The little beauty started bouncing above the covers. Renesmee, the only reason worth living. While I tied to ignore her jumping's on the bed she continued to jump until she started whining.

"Mommy, wake up!" I sighed.

"What if mommy doesn't want to wake up?" I asked her still under the sheets of my bed.

"But Mommy…. I haff day cware and me want breck fast."

I pulled the sheets off of me and smiled into my daughter emerald green eyes—exact replica of her father's—and her bronze shaded hair flown to the back of her hair. I smiled deeply into her eyes to cause her to giggle when I pulled her down beside me. I kissed her forehead and I asked.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"panqwakes and cookwies."

"Pancakes and cookies?" I faked horror. Then I turned serious.

"Who on earth gave you pancake and cookies for breakfast?"

"Unca Emmett, he swaid he didn't want to bwee bwothered."

"And why is that?"

"Conner swaid him and his Aunt Rosie likey aloney time." She laughed. I sighed. Emmett and Rose couldn't keep to themselves when they have children around. And yet they have a son. My brother is a weird creature of this earth, I have no idea why I love him, but I do.

"Okay, no more pancakes and cookies for breakfast. And when Uncle Emmett said he doesn't want to be bothered you tell him mommy is going to kick his butt if he ever says that to you again."

"Yes, mommy." I pulled off the bed and lifted her down onto the floor. I ushered her into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. "Shower for day care and I'll put clean clothes on top of your bed." She closed the bathroom door halfway and I turned to the kitchen. I made her a breakfast of pancakes and eggs—a normal breakfast. I got things ready for any normal day for us and waited for her to come out. She came in the kitchen wearing blue jeans, purple shirt, and brown jacket. She plopped on the chair and I smiled when she dugged into her breakfast.

My face rested in my hands while my elbows was planted on the counter watching her anxiously. When she was finished she looked up at me and smiled. "Thank you, mommy."

"You're welcome, sweetie." She took her plate and cup off the counter and walked over to the sink climbing the stool to reach the sink. Renesmee always done things for herself and is very sensitive over others feelings. So much like me and so much like him…. She washed her dishes and walked into the my bedroom turning the television on to watch her morning shows while I got ready.

I climbed into the shower and got my daily feel of the hot water. I pulled on a pair of black capri's, grey tube top, and black vest. While I measured myself in the mirror Renesmee started giggling right next to me, I looked at her and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Mommy, your pwetty." I got on my knees and brushed her hair back.

"Why, thank you. And your gorgeous." I rubbed my nose against hers.

I got her bag ready and my own personal laptop and headed out the door with Renesmee's hand wrapped in mine. I parked in front of Emmett and Rose's house and when I stopped Renesmee bolted out the door. I followed her in the house being greeted by Rosalie.

"Hey, Rose." I smiled. Renesmee ran past her, up the stairs, and as predicted—to bother Conner.

"Hey, Bells." She hugged me and guided me into the kitchen where Emmett was stuffing himself.

"Hey, sis." He came over to hug me, but I pulled back to slap him in the head.

"Ouch," he rubbed his head. "Holy shit. What the fuck was that for?"

"For feeding my daughter pancakes and cookies for breakfast just so you and Rose can get it on for a little bit of morning ecstasy." He gulped and mumbles a 'sorry.' Before I could put my input little Conner and Renesmee came through the doorway.

"Hey, Aunt Bella." Conner rammed into my legs. I bent down to engulf him in my arms and jump up and down very slightly. "Hey, handsome. You look like you're in a good mood. Are you ready for school?"

"Yes," he laughed. I placed him on the floor and they both ran out and into my Audi. I followed behind him after I said my goodbyes and headed to their school to drop them off. They both kissed me on the cheek and ran off to their suspected classes.

I drove down to the book shop I owned, the one I worked hard for when I came out here back to Forks. I owned a book store collaborated with a coffee shop three blocks away from Renesmee and Conner's school. I opened the doors of my shop and pulled the windows open. I walked inside flicking on the lights and placing my laptop next to the register and started playing music through the laptop. Customers came and went, buying books, buying coffee, or just simply window shopping. After thirty minutes of no one coming through the door the bell chimes rung and I looked to see who my customer was.

I smiled at the sight of him. The truth be honest, years ago I'd hate him and hate him for everything he is done, but that hate emotion has turned invisible. I am still mad at all the things he's done over the years of his life, but he's making an effort and trying to get to know my daughter and I'm grateful. I looked at Edward Senior and I walked away from the counter and embraced him in my arms. Edward Senior has changed so much in so many ways and is trying to mend his life. Even if it's too late. The memories from three years ago is still fresh in my mind

3 YEARS PRIOR

"What are you doing here?" I gasped. Afraid and scared.

"Hey, Bella, it's nice to see you again." Edward Sr. smiled an apologetic smile.

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed in disgust. Guarding the door in a protective manner because I knew my baby girl is behind this door. And my life will shred if he possibly knew.

"Bella, I know I never really cared about you and Edward's marriage. And I know maybe the reason he has this very tough and stubborn skin about him is my fault and I just want to say sorry on my part." I cringe. The Masen's were very know to not say they're sorry's.

"What do you want?" I breathed my cries.

"I want to see my granddaughter?" he pierced his eyes into mine.

"How did you know?" I tried to calm my panic.

"I have all the money in the world I could possibly need," he laughed, "Private investigators of course."

"Why? Why do you want anything to do with her?" I pleaded for answers.

"Because I made many mistakes in my life and I need to start fixing them if I want to be forgiven."

"And why do you need forgiveness from me?" I spit.

"Bella, I'm going to say the honest truth. I'm sick and I could possibly die. And I want to get to know my granddaughter who could maybe, possibly love me and who doesn't know about all the screwed up things I've done." when he looked at me and he didn't see any convincing look from me he dropped his head and sighed. "I want to fix things. Make things up. And through my gorgeous granddaughter I want to gain something back."

"You're going to hurt her. You're going to crush her feelings. You're going to break her like how he broke me." Tears glistened in my eyes.

"I will try my best not, too." Somehow I believed him because the Edward Sr. I knew never tried to do his best for others, never tried to gain the respect to be loved. I knew I was walking on thin ice on letting a Masen into my life. Her life. But at least she could have a piece of her father. Even if it wasn't Edward himself.

And now I know my decisions were correct….

"Hey, Dad." I know I wasn't in actual position to call him that, but he has made big changes when he first laid eyes on Renesmee. I reached out to hug him and I felt the bag he was holding rubbing on my leg. I looked down to see the gift bag he wrapped for Renesmee.

"Your spoiling her too much." I complained.

"I'm her grandpa. Isn't it my purpose in life to spoil her?" he asked.

"I guess so, but you bring gifts for her constantly and it's always the ones she asks you to buy .you're turning her to a spoiled brat." He laughed.

He sat on the stool next to the cash register and placed the bag on top of the counter top.

"How's the shop?" He asked curiously.

"Doing great. Why you ask?" I stopped jabbing on the keys of the cash register and looked at him.

"I may have put a good word with people about your shop." I laughed with thanks and continued on my work. We talked about casual things in our lives until two little heads came running into the store. Conner ran straight into y office where there was another room available just for them two. I felt two chubby hands reach up and grab the bag from her grandpa off the counter and tugged. I tipped myself off the opposite side of the counter and saw her on the floor looking through it.

"Don't you need to thank grandpa for your gift?" I scoulded nicely.

"Sorry, mommy…" she pouted. She got off the floor and made her way behind the counter and wrapped her arms around her grandpa's legs. He lifted her off the floor and onto his lap to kiss her on the forehead.

"I'm sorry, grandpa." She pouted once more. I went to pick up the gift her grandpa got her and he whispered softly in her ear enough for me to hear.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad. Mommy is just being a meanie." I heard her trying to force in a laugh. I handed her the present and gave her a look. She turned to her grandpa and smiled.

"Thank you for the present grandpa."

"Anything for you princess." He smiled. She then jumped off his lap and ran into the room Conner ran into and left to join him. I watched and stared in aww…..

"She's happy…" Edward Sr. spoke in triumph.

"She is. They say she is the most friendly in her day care class."

"Why wouldn't she be happy? She has the most gracious mother ever." He spoke of words of beauty. I stared at him like he was speaking words of a punk.

"Yeah, right." I laughed.

"And are you happy?" he asked. I sighed and stared at the floor.

"Getting there." I whispered.

"He's not." I shot my eyes up at him. He breathed heavily and whispered, "He's given up and doesn't care anymore." I sighed once more and went to embrace him in a warming hug. After a few minutes in our long, quiet embrace Renesmee came running out of the room.

"Mommy, guess what?" she yelped in excitement.

"What?" I pulled away from Edward Sr. embrace.

"Conner eat a bug."

"What?!"


SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY,

I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING FOR A WHILE NOW

BUT SENIOR YEAR IN HIGHSCHOOL IS PUTTING ME IN DELAY

SO SORRY ):