E's POV:

I thought I once had it all, but I was wrong.

A thriving career, money, a happy marriage, and family. But I was wrong. I had everything when I was with her.

With her, I felt strong. With her, I felt like I was invincible. That I could conquer the world. My world was full of life, of color.

Now, that she is gone. Everything seems black and gray…

And even though I felt broken for the past ten years, I've managed to get past the pain and loss I have been feeling since.

So, why did she go back? And what does my conniving little sister have to do with her returning there?

Something in the pit of my stomach painfully squeezed as I thought about her and the night she left, but I was too far gone in my own pain to realize that my actions had been hurting her first.

The look on her face the day she left still haunts me in my dreams. Even after all this time.

Ten years. That's how long it had been since I had been with her.

Eight since I'd last seen or spoken to her.

It was all of my fault, yet I knew I couldn't fix it, even if I tried.

B's POV: (Present)

I thought I met the man of my dreams. That when we got married, and when I got my dream job that everything in my life would be perfect.

Unfortunately, I was wrong, and while it's been years later, and I now know better, I can't help but feel bad about my eighteen-year-old self's naivety.

I mean, what was I expecting to happen? I met a handsome man, married him, and thought I would get to live forever with him? Where in the world does that make sense?

It doesn't.

I don't have time to dwell on how pathetic I had been back then. Even now, as I look down at the magazine with that perfectly half-smile, that still makes my heart clench sometimes when I see it, I drop it onto the coffee table and get up to leave the cafe.

"Mommy, are aunt Pily and uncle Gio coming to get us?" The small voice of my son asks, making me smile as I lift the carry-on bag, along with my large crossbody bag.

"Yeah, we miss my cousins." The tiny voice of my daughter complains.

"I'm not sure, yet, baby. How about we call them when we get to our new home?" I replied, smiling at my kids as we slowly made our way back towards the lounge.

"Can we at least visit them soon then?" My son asked me, hopeful, as we made it to the terminal.

I felt my smile strain as I nodded as I pulled out our tickets, and handed them to the gate agent before we slowly made our way onto the plane. Quickly finding out seats and lifting the carry-on into the compartment above our heads as the kids sat down.

It had been years since I left that place. Years since I started a new life in England. Now, it only seemed like karma had finally arrived to charge me for my wrongdoings because here I was, getting on a plane to go back to the place where I had been avoiding since my divorce went through.

My mind tried to push away those thoughts hoping would disperse, as the preflight safety instructions were given to us as I strapped the kids in.

"Mommy, what about aunt Vicky and James? Will they come to visit us while we are living here in Spain?"

"Maybe. Let's just get through this flight and we can talk when we arrive at our new home." I reason before the stewardess finishes her instructions.

I sigh, pulling their kiddie tablets out of the bag, before pulling out my iPad. "Don't turn it on until we are in the air," I instruct them before securing the belt around myself.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths as I felt the plane begin to jolt forward. The slight ringing in my ear and a pop a few moments later signified that it was now too late to back out now.

Nope. No turning back now.

My kids smiled as they slipped in their noise-canceling headphones over their ears before turning on their tablets and clicking on the movie.

I was mad when my friend, Victoria and her husband James showed up with the tablets last Christmas, but now that I see how calm and distracted they are, I can't ignore the gratitude I feel for all of the help they've given me.

As the relief floods through me, I finally allow myself to focus on my new task as I turn the iPad on.

Scanning through all the messages, and emails, I attempt to reply to a handful of them. Deciding to reply to only the important ones, starting with Marcus, my new boss.

He asks me whether or not I can go in for a tour today, to which I reply yes. Then, my older sister Pily emails me asking the time of flight and number to which I send the information before turning it back off along with my phone.

Then I proceed to take away the tablets from the kids and turn them off, before giving them a ziplock filled with juice, and other snacks to entertain them for the rest of the flight.

When we land two and a half hours later, I put away everything before unbuckling us, standing up, and grabbing my carry-on.

As I reached the door, I pulled the kids' hoods over their faces, before slipping on my sunglasses.

I make it to the baggage claim, grab the large bag we brought, and secure the hold my kids have on me before walking out of the airport calmly.

When we walk out a swarm of paparazzi are waiting, and quickly swarm towards the entrance. I hear my name sharply being called before I lose my cool.

Rene, Gio's brother is waiting for us by a large, darkly tinted windowed SUV. He rushes in, taking my two bags, and handing them to another man before hopping into the passenger's door.

I strap the kids in, automatically, before turning to acknowledge him.

"Rene, que haces aqui?" I asked, surprise. (Rene, what are you doing here?)

"El a venido conmigo." I hear another deep voice say as the car pulls away from the path. (He is here with me.)

"Tio Gio!" The kids scream out, excitedly. (Uncle Gio!)

"Niños, ¿cómo han estado?" Gio asked. (Kids, how have you been?)

"Bien." They happily said. (Good.)

I gasp, as I realize who came. "Did Pily send you?" I asked them, surprised.

"No, she didn't. Junior had a fever and she wasn't able to come. I offered to come, Rene just caught me as I was leaving the house. What's this I hear about you changing your name while you were living in England?" Gio asks me, disapprovingly.

I flinched in response, thinking of when I left. When I became Isabella Swan, shedding the Rubio and Cullen from my name, in a poor attempt to start from zero, and remembering how badly I wanted to disappear and to be swallowed after what I had been through. "Tenía que. Necesitaba empezar de zero." I explained. (I had to. I needed to start from zero.)

"I know. But I also remember that we warned you that this would come to bite you in the ass." Gio said as he drove us towards their house. "Your sister was beside herself when everything happened. I hope you realize that if she sees your ex, she will no longer hold back." He added.

"Lo sé. Pero qué hago ahora? No me contestaron cuando pasó. Ahora todo se irá al carajo!" I replied, throwing my head onto the headrest. (I know. But what do I do now? They wouldn't answer my calls when I happened. Now everything is fucked up!)

"No te preocupes, 'manita. No pasara nada. De eso me encargo yo." Gio says, looking towards his brother Rene. (Don't worry, little sis. Nothing is going to happen. I'll make sure of that.)

"Yeah, I'm sure Pily has something to say about that…" I mumble, dropping my head into my hands.

"No doubt about it," Gio says, chuckling at my unamused expression.

"Pily has wanted to kick his ass since the day she caught us making out outside our parents' house." I snort, as I look towards the kids, only to find them staring out the windows in admiration.

"For now, I do suggest staying here though. The paps have been going crazy, especially since they found out your ex is now playing for Juventus. Let's not tempt our luck by going out too much, alright?" He says as he pulls into their house.

My sister was already waiting for us as we walked in.

Alex and Marco quickly smiled at Santiago and Natalia before dragging them away to the backyard.

"Isa," I hear as soon as the kids are out of earshot.

I shake my head in response, turning away from everyone. "I didn't want to come back. I didn't need to, but I did because Pily needs me here with her." I muttered.

I hear my sister sigh before she walks around to look at me in the eye. "Isa, we know hard this is for you… how difficult this is going to be for you to be here, and while we are sorry, we are glad to have you back. We've all missed you, 'manita. It is time you came back to the family. You belong here, in your home country." My sister says, before pulling me into a hug.

"Pilar, let her go, you're choking her," Gio says, smiling as she huffs before stepping back.

"I'm fine," I muttered as my phone begins to ring.

It's Marcus, he asks me to come in this afternoon, before hanging up.

"Does he realize the danger he is putting you in?" My sister asks, surprised.

"He doesn't know who she is, babe. She changed her name to Swan remember?" Gio reminds her.

My sister turns to look at me sharply, before nodding with a tight jaw. "Ah yes, you shed our family's last name and changed it to a bird name." She says, stiffly.

"I did. But there was a reason for it." I said, looking away.

"...and that reason is?" She asks, waving her hand through the air.

"After Edward and I got divorced, I found out he had been unfaithful to me with Thanya Baltazari, his ex-manager. I felt humiliated. I was the last one to find out, all his team members knew about the affair, and their wives, girlfriends knew too. So, I decided I needed to go away, for at least a little while...but I didn't count on finding out I was pregnant shortly after I left…" I said, keeping my eyes on the backyard with the kids.

"Wait, let me get this straight. When you told me you tried to call them earlier— me estás diciendo que les dijiste que estabas embarazada y ellos te dieron la espalda?!" Gio thundered. (You're telling me that you told them you were pregnant and they turned their back on you?!)

I sighed, nodding, as I tried to swallow the knot that formed in my throat. "Later I heard from Alice that Thanya had them all convinced it was me who cheated…that woman had no boundaries when it came to getting what she wanted. So, I stopped calling after that. I tried to keep in contact with Alice, but nobody else, and I would like to keep it that way." I said firmly.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Pily asks, concerned as she picks up her crying five-month-old son.

"Nothing. It's been almost eleven years. He doesn't have the right to do anything." I said. "Would it be alright to stay here for a few days? I did acquire a house a few weeks ago. It's a few minutes from here, but I am sure we can go there if you need your space." I assured.

"It's fine. We haven't seen you for ten years. Since the twins were a year old. Having you here will be great." Gio said, with an eye roll.

My sister scoffed and nodded her head in response as if I had just said, before looking at me in the eye. "Believe it or not, we've missed you… all bad things aside, it's good to have you back, 'manita." She said hugging me again. (Little sis.)

"I've missed you all too," I mutter, emotionally, as my phone ringing causes me to wince. "I need to head over to see my boss…" I begin to explain.

"Who is your new boss?" Gio asks me, as he pulls the baby into his arms, bouncing him up and down slowly.

"Marcus Muñoz," I replied, without blinking.

"The head of El Diario?" My sister asks, surprised.

"Yes. I'll explain when I get back. I need to borrow one of your cars or a ride please." I begged, clasping my hands in front of me while jutting my lower lip out.

"Yo te llevo," Rene said, inclining his head to the door. (I'll take you.)

I turn towards him, before looking at my sister and brother-in-law asking for permission.

He sighed before turning to my sister. "I'll be back as soon as possible." He muttered, turning to kiss her on the lips tenderly.

"Hurry back, please." She muttered looking towards the backyard to watch our children. "Isa, will they be alright?" She asked before I reached the door.

I felt a smile pull at my lips for a moment before I nodded in response. "They were asking if we could come and see you guys before we got on the plane. I'm sure they'll be alright. It'll be quick I promise." I assured them before we walked out.

In this story.

Bella is from Spain, she married Edward when she was seventeen, and divorced him when she was nineteen.

Charlie and Renee are her aunt and uncle, and her older sister and brother-in-law are well-known people in the sports entertainment world.

Disclaimer:

This is a fanfiction story. None of the things in this story are meant to cause offense to anyone. Also Twilight and its characters alike are Stephanie Meyer's. This plot and story are mine.

Enjoy.