Chapter Tweleve

Bella Swan McCarty POV

Ten years later

What a shit show. Thankfully, the girls and I were able to leave before the media got wind of the murders.

A total of twenty people died that day.

Angela Weber—otherwise known as Esme Platt—and Cynthia Powers—otherwise known as Mary Alice Brandon—are taking the fall for all but one of the murders. Marcus's death. Jasper was responsible for his death.

I look over at the man next to me, who I see is sleeping, holding both of his girls.

We went back to Forks, Washington, the place we met and fell in love.

I am now Isabella Marie McCarty, wife of Emmett McCarty.

My Emmett, green-eyed and dark curly brown hair with dimples. Eyes that both of our girls share. They have my face shape and his dimples.

Mother of Heather Elisabeth (Elise) and Magnolia Bellaria (Eleanor). And since I came to Forks, I gave birth to a son, Henry Matthew. Big boy, just like his father, with my brown eyes and hair. Nothing makes me happier than spending time with my family.

I love my new life.

Nobody really remembered me from my days of living here. While some remember Emmett, they don't say anything.

Oddly enough, the house that I grew up in was for sale when we got here and we bought it. The four bedroom and two bathroom home was perfect for us. Watching my children playing in the same yard gave me so many wonderful memories of before my life fell apart.

Emmett works as the Police Chief in town. It's a quiet job, filled with more card games and pranks than actual crime, which I am thankful for.

We spend many days at the beaches of La Push. Looking at the ocean, I think about the things that made me the woman I am today. I would not change my life because of the happiness of my children.

Looking back on my life, things were a mess. My father, Charlie Swan, took a job playing the role of Stephen Izzi in hopes to get back at the man who murdered my mother.

Before he was Stephen Izzi, he had short brown hair and eyes, similar to the color of my own hair and eyes, and a mustache. His mustache made me know it was him. It brought me comfort and helped me feel safe.

Ironically, the man that murdered my mother was my first husband, Peter.

I technically only had sex on the wedding night of both of my Whitlock husbands. Anytime either of them wanted sex after that, I made him a drink that made him pass out.

They both thought that they were tired out from sex. Worked for me.

Eventually, they would have died from the potion that I made them. Which also worked for me.

Law enforcement never found it.

Emmett knows nothing about it.

Alistair, I later found out, was a man named Carlisle Cullen. He was trying to get the latest story for the local news station. Idiot.

Garrett was a man named Edward Masen. While I did like the man and he treated me and the girls well, he was not my Emmett. Edward was the son of a friend of my father's. His parents died shortly after we left Forks, but before we went into the Izzi family mode. Still not sure how all that worked.

I had sex with Carlisle and Edward both a few times, more to have them in my control than anything else. Neither are my girls' father.

Watching my children and husband play together, I am grateful for the life that I live and know someday, I will have to come clean about my secrets.

Until then, I will hold them close to me, and not tell a single soul about them.

My secrets kept.

...The End...