Disclaimer: The story doesn't belong to me; the characters are property of S. Meyer and the plot belongs to Ann Arston Ara. I just translate with her permission.

My son's teacher

By: Ann Arston Ara

Translation: ClaryFlynn98

Beta: Ritchee the fangirl

Chapter 29: An old and lasting love

- Los Angeles, 1985 | 26 years ago -

— "You are right," said the monster, "even though I cannot judge my ugliness, for I am but a beast."

James stopped and stroked his little daughter's hair.

— Daddy? — Anddie called him. James kissed her forehead and whisper:

— Yes, darling?

— Tell me how you and Mommy met.

— What about Beauty and the Beast?

Little Anddie threw away her blankie and grabbed her knees and hid her face in them and said in a muffled voice:

— Mommy told my godmother Lucie how you and she met.

James frowned and asked:

— Really? — the little girl nodded and seeing her father she said:

— How did you meet Marie daddy?

James laughed. If his wife was in the room, she would have probably scolded his daughter for calling her Marie and not Mom, but he liked it, he loved his wife and daughter's name. So ignoring the words of his treasure he laid her down on the bed and began:

— It was raining horribly. I was running home, too worried to see your grandmother. She was very sick. We were both going to different places and were anxious to get to our destination. — he stopped. He knew his daughter loved new stories, then he continued.

We crashed — he made an explosion with his mouth, making his daughter laugh, and then he said:

She fell on me. She was a beautiful angel with the most beautiful gray eyes I have ever seen and the most dazzling smile of all. She laughed and I laughed too "I am Marie" she said and since then she was my Marie and you were her beautiful little copy, My little Marie.

James stopped and saw his little girl asleep in his arms. He tucked her in and left a kiss on her forehead again before leaving his room to face life, to face his marriage that day by day seemed to be falling apart.

- Present day -

Edward looked at her annoyed, still standing at the door. He was upset because he knew Bella was right.

— I thought I made myself clear this morning. I want you to stay away from Anthony — Rosalie walked up to Edward and said:

— He is my nephew — Edward grunted and mumbled:

— I don't want anyone from that family near Anthony.

Rosalie smiled humorlessly.

— Since when do you care who approaches your child!? Tell me! Since when are you a responsible and devoted father!?

Rosalie's words made Edward more upset, so without minding his words and without looking around he said:

— You tell me, you've been fooling us all by pretending to be someone you're not. Don't come to me with irony, Rosalie — Rosalie went even closer to Edward and said, tapping him on the chest with a finger:

— You're nothing but an arrogant, heartless bastard. I don't even know what Anddie saw in you.

— What are you up to? — Edward snarled squeezing her hand. Rosalie strained and let go of his grip to say in anger:

— You really think I'm up to something? I'm not like you. I'm not interested in anything you might have. I'm not like my father.

— I think that's enough — said Esme reaching out to where the two of them were fighting. Anthony walked up behind his grandmother and said:

— Aunt Rose stays whether you like it or not.

Edward looked at his son, growing more and more upset, and said:

— That's not for you to decide.

Anthony, like a true Cullen son of his father, walked up to his aunt and said holding her hand, without fear and with pride:

— Then we'll both go.

— This is what you provoke, Rosalie — said Edward angrily. Rosalie denied it and said something that Edward would never forget.

— One day you will be alone with your pride and then, only then, you will understand that it was not because any of us provoked him, it was because you wanted it so.

Rosalie looked at her nephew and scrambled his hair. She kissed his cheek and whispered:

— I'm sorry, darling.

Then she let go of his hand and walked past Edward, followed by Emmett, who stood at Edward's level and said:

— You're like my brother Edward, nothing will change that, but right now... right now I don't recognize you brother, right now you're just an arrogant idiot — and with that, he went after his wife.

Anthony passed by his father's side without saying a word. Edward, seeing his son leave, grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to stop him, but Anthony slipped out of his grip and his eyes met his father's.

— Leave me alone — said Anthony running after his aunt.

— You're being hard with your father — said Bella that same night as the two of them played the piano. Anthony stopped playing and whispered:

— Dad doesn't want Aunt Rose near me.

Bella stopped too and asked:

— And what do you think about it?

Anthony shrugged his shoulders and got up from his stool and threw himself on the couch in the study. Although he was a mature child for his age, there were times when he was just that, a child with twelve almost thirteen years on top of him.

— I have to think? — he asked after a confused moment. Bella got up too and sat down next to her little Mozart, explaining to him in a calm manner:

— Your aunt Rose is your mother's sister; your father didn't know, and he thinks your mother didn't either.

Antony frowned and tried to understand Bella's words. Nervously he scratched his head and twisted his hair saying:

— So dad didn't know aunt Rose was my aunt and that mom knew she had a sister.

— Exactly honey — Bella affirmed. Anthony frowned again and asked:

— Did mom know that aunt Rose was her sister?

Bella sighted and answered him.

— I don't know honey. Your uncle Emmett says 'yes', and I think that's something you can talk to him about.

Anthony nodded and then asked:

— Does dad think that aunt Rose lied to him and my mom?

Bella nodded and Anthony surprised her when he asked her:

— How was your mom like, Bella? —Bella smiled and her eyes became bright. She sighed and closed her eyes and then answered:

— Wonderful, she was wonderful. All mothers are.

Anthony hugged Bella and asked again.

— What's your best memory of her? — Bella kissed the top of Anthony's head, tossed his hair around, and answered:

— You're a little curious today, huh?

Anthony shrugged and Bella sighed, closing her eyes as she remembered.

— My mom was upset. She thought dad had forgotten their anniversary because he had only invited us to a jazz concert...

— How old were you? — Anthony interrupted her.

Bella closed her eyes and thought. The memories were already blurry, but she was trying to make them be there. She tried, as much as she could, to hear her mother's voice, to remember the sound of her laughter, so she responded:

— Almost six years. It was before she became seriously ill. She got ready for the concert and dressed in a beautiful pink dress.

— The one in the photo — Anthony affirmed. Bella smiled. She had that picture on her cell phone where her parents were hugging and looking into each other's eyes. A friend of Bella's father had taken it.

— Yes — she answered. Then she continued.

The concert was wonderful you know and in the middle of the concert, dad stopped the music and said "There is no way to forget a date as wonderful as the day my wife walked into that bar where I, a beginner, was playing. She was an angel in a white coat and square glasses. I love you, honey. Happy anniversary"

Bella laughed and an involuntary tear escaped her eyes. She breathed and then said:

— My mother blushed in tears and my father played the first song I taught you, which was the first one I learned.

Anthony hugged Bella tightly and said:

— Don't be sad Mommy — Bella smiled and wiped away her tears, saying:

— I'm not, honey. My parents had an old and lasting love, one of those that you don't see today, a love like that of your grandparents.

- Los Angeles | July 1997 -

The doors of the meeting room opened in one fell swoop, causing all the members to jump out of their seats in fear. Anddie entered, followed by her father's assistant, Evelyn, who tried to stop her.

— I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, I couldn't stop her.

James stood up and looked at his daughter. His beautiful treasure looked at him with her eyes full of hate and tears. He breathed and said:

— The meeting is canceled. Leave me alone with my daughter.

All the partners of the company left the meeting room and Anddie looked at him, still not getting close.

— Are you going to tell me what's wrong? — James asked, trying to get close to his daughter.

Anddie backed off and her eyes were flooded with tears. It looked like she'd run a marathon. Her orange hair was cluttered in a bun and her clothes were wet.

— I'm trying to understand why you didn't tell me I had a sister — -James recoiled when he heard his daughter speak, both impressed and upset by his daughter's words.

— Marie, I…

— Stop calling me Marie! I'm not your Marie! — Anddie screamed and then whispered with her voice cut off by crying — I'm not your Marie anymore.

— How…?

He left the question up in the air not knowing what else to say and Anddie, smart as ever, answered the unspoken question.

— Only a fool wouldn't notice.

— She told you. — Anddie laughed out loud and replied.

— No, she had a panic attack when she saw me. How much did you offer them, huh? What did you do to make them keep quiet? Did you try to do the same thing as with Edward having his mother beaten up? Did you threaten them to keep a damn secret that would only save your reputation?

— Anddie, I…. — James began to say, but Anddie denied it and sobbed.

— You made my own sister afraid of me and you lied to me.

Tears came out of her eyes, tears that she quickly wiped away and said:

— I want you away from her, Dad. From her and the Cullen family. She, her mother, and the Cullen family are untouchable for you from now on, and if you come close to them, if you hurt them, the one who is going to finish with you will be me, your treasure, your beautiful Marie.

- Present day -

James put the only photograph he had left of his late daughter on the desk. He rubbed his temples and saw the picture of his grandson Anthony. He looked just like his mother.

He had her features: her eyes, her beautiful smile, her hair, and the woman next to him, the little boy's teacher, seemed to be a good woman who loved the boy. He had researched this woman. He had investigated every last detail of the only woman who had the spontaneous smiles of his grandson. A woman with a spotless past. A former member of a group, with a dead fiancé and a painful past full of death.

The woman who was in Irina Klein's way, the woman who could help him get that woman away from his grandson.

The woman who could be the way out of all the problems that were coming, because tomorrow… Tomorrow the problems would come.

Eleonora, as she called herself, would have her way and her revenge against Edward would begin and he would have to stop her.

Anthony hugged his Aunt Rosalie for the last time, surprising her with his show of affection.

— Do you really have to go? — he asked, still hugging her. Rosalie kissed the top of her little boy's head and said in a voice that was broken by her tears:

— Yes, darling.

— You know you are welcome in my house, Rosalie — said Esme. Rosalie hugged Esme and kissed her cheek saying:

— I know, but I'd better go.

Bella turned to go in. She felt uncomfortable being there, in the middle of a family that wasn't hers, but Rosalie's voice stopped her.

— Isabella.

Bella turned and looked at her without any expression on her face. Rosalie approached her and hugged her, surprising her, yet Bella hugged her back.

— Thank you — said Rosalie with a sincere smile on her face. Bella smiled and wiped away a tear that escaped from Rosalie's eyes and shaking her head said to the blonde:

— Come on, don't cry, or you'll make me cry — Rosalie laughed and hugged Bella again, whispering in her ear:

— Take care of my nephew — Bella could not answer because Rosalie quickly left her in the direction of the car to go.

— Do you really want to leave? — Emmett asked, hugging his wife. Rosalie started the car and drove home. She looked at her husband for a moment and answered:

— Let's go, home baby.

She made a U-turn, not noticing a truck following her from afar. When she lost sight of Esme's house, Rosalie tried to stop. She stepped on the brake several times and it didn't respond. She pressed the brake pedal again and still did not respond. She looked at Emmett, scared to death, and said:

— Baby, we don't have any brakes! — Emmett turned to look at her with his eyes wide open.

— Come on honey, take it easy. Let's see what we can….

Just then the black van following them came up to them.

— What the hell is going on? — Emmet started ranting, spouting all his worst language, while Rosalie grabbed the wheel so hard that her knuckles were completely white.

The van hit them again, but Rosalie kept the car on the hunt. That's when the van started to overtake it. Emmet knew it would hit them on the side, and up ahead there was a curve. With no brakes and the hit, he was sure to run them off the road. He took one of Rosalie's hands, looked her in the eye and said:

— I love you.

— I love you too, baby.

They rolled over.

— It's done — said a voice on the other end of the phone. Eleonora smiled and hung up the phone without saying anything because her revenge had begun.

Oh my god, they crashed. Now, what? What's going to happen? Do you wanna know it?

With each chapter we are clarifying the doubts, just pay attention to each event. James is not the villain, after all, Anddie did know about Rosalie and... That's all I can say! Sorry hahaha. Draw your own conclusions! I like to read your comments, some of them are right sometimes :D

I promise I wasn't forgetting that today was Friday... Ok, I forgot hahaha. I almost didn't update tonight (it's almost 10:30pm here in Spain!) but that's because of TikTok, that app is distracting me a lot, lol (I'm 21 btw)

Anyways, as always, and since I forgot to answer your reviews, thanks:

- queen cullen0527: don't worry if you forgot to review, I almost forget today's update hahaha. What do you think about James now?

- joshuasmom131: it seems Edward's relationship with Rosalie is a bit complicated...

- motherbeatrice: I'm glad you love the story!