I just wanted to personally thank each and every one of you who have read, reviewed, alerted & fav'd this fic. Even though RL doesn't always allow me time to respond, I do read each review and they bring smiles to my face. So thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now, on to the chapter. Yes, I know it's short, but it is just to let you know what happened at Emmett's.
Stick with me, please...only one more to go, then the epilogue!
A Night at The McCarty's
Edward's hands fell to his sides. He was shocked, to say the least, that this woman was standing in Emmett's apartment. Apparently, there was very little he actually knew about the man he had just attacked in revenge.
"Jennifer Black?"
"Actually, it's McCarty now." She flashed her ring.
Emmett made his way to stand beside her, draping his arm on her shoulders. She quickly examined his neck, but he waved her off. "I'm fine, baby." He kissed her cheek and then turned back to Edward, who stood there like a deer caught in the headlights.
Finally clearing the lump from his throat, Edward spoke. "You two are married?"
"Yes. We were married just two months ago." Emmett beamed at Jennifer.
"Jake and I got divorced not long after the Thanksgiving dinner at your house." She explained.
"But…" Edward's voice trailed off as he looked at Emmett with pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry, Edward. I honestly didn't mean to cause you so much pain. It was just for the promotion. You understand, right?" he grinned like the smug bastard he was.
He crashed to the floor when Edward's fist connected with his jaw. Jennifer screamed and ran into the bedroom, grabbing the phone. She quickly dialed 911 while Edward pummeled her husband's face in the next room.
"Understand?! You think this is some kind of sick joke?!" Edward yelled in his face in between blows to Emmett's head. "I fucking got divorced for you! I got fired because of you! I attacked Bella because of you! Then I almost died and had amnesia for months, you sick piece of shit!"
Edward stood up and paced around the room, pulling at his hair in a fit of rage. He ranted at the man he once thought loved him. Jennifer cowered in the bedroom, hoping that the police would show up in time. She prayed that her husband still had a pulse; she never knew Edward could be so violent.
Glancing at the fireplace, he spotted a picture on the mantle of Emmett and Jennifer together. They were actually in Emmett's old office back home. Seething with even more anger, Edward picked up the photo and smashed it. Then he gripped the fireplace poker and stalked toward Emmett, who put his hands up in defense.
"Please." He choked as he spat up blood. "I'm sorry, Eddie."
"Don't call me that!" he shouted as he raised the poker, ready to strike his final blow.
Jennifer shrieked in terror. "Edward, don't!"
Then, the door banged open and six policemen stormed in, pinning the attacker to the floor and slapping cuffs on his wrists. Medics quickly followed, and began working on a very bloody Emmett McCarty.
