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Chapter XI - Heart In Chains

Rosalie POV

"I can't believe you sometimes, Emmett!" I all but screeched at him when we got back home, he shut the door behind him quickly with a scowl on his face as he turned to look at me.

"You're the one being a drama queen" I took off my jacket and laid it out on the back of the sofa, still frowning angrily at him since we left the Christmas work party.

"She must be at least...oh, I don't know...ten years older than you" he shook his head, taking a step closer to me but I took a step back.

"Five actually" for some reason that pissed me off, it was the wrong answer what he should have said was it didn't matter because he wasn't interested in a twenty something fake boobed brunette, because he was happily married. Grabbing the nearest thing that happened to be a cushion from the sofa, I hurled it at him catching him off guard for a moment so it hit him on the shoulder then fell to the floor. "What is your problem?" He said outraged, his voice raising.

"My problem?" He crossed his arms over his chest, and his biceps looked bigger it was a move I had seen him do loads of times before, it made him look intimidating but it wouldn't work on me. "My problem is that some tart was hanging all over my husband and all he did was fucking laugh and flirt with her" I threw another cushion at him, but this time he raised his arm and deflected it.

"Would you stop throwing damn cushions at me!" For good measure, I grabbed another chucking it in his direction and turning away to flounce off to the bedroom. Shutting the door behind me I sat by the dressing table, removing my earrings and undoing my hair from the ponytail I had it in when Emmett opened the door and came in. "You are completely mad!"

"Yeah, well...screw you!"

"Oh, very mature Rosalie" I ignored him and his sarcasm, undoing the clasp of my necklace and putting away my jewellery. "I wasn't flirting with her"

"Well, you certainly looked comfortable with her" was my snooty reply, standing up I took off my shoes and then put them away.

"I. Wasn't. Flirting. With. Her" he enunciated each word slowly, turning round so he was still facing me as I took my dressing gown out of the cupboard and opened the bathroom door.

"You didn't exactly tell her to stop though, did you?" He sighed heavily, throwing up his hand in exasperation.

"What do you want me to do? Announce to every woman I meet that I am married?" Catching my expression, he shook his head. "You do don't you? You want me to alienate any mildly attractive girl I meet on the off chance they might try and seduce me"

"No, I don't! What I want is for you to remember you're married, and not go off with any girl that gives you some attention" with that I shut the bathroom door, coming back out a few minutes in my dressing gown. We were both quiet, this wasn't the first time we had argued and it wouldn't be the last.

Living New York, it had been a year and half since we got married. Emmett had finished his internship and I had finished school, the main point of the internship was to open the door for a good job with another company. However the company liked his work, so when he finished they gave him a job right away.

Whilst he worked at the pharmaceuticals company I found a job at a small restaurant forgoing college, as money wise it was a little tight. We also wanted to make a life for ourselves on our own terms and although on the many visits from Carlisle and Esme, they offered to help we refused. Wanting to be able to cope on our own.

And we did. With both of us working we got by, I took evening cooking classes and was close to getting a promotion, as was Emmett.

But it was hard, in a new city where both of us hardly knew anyone, in addition to being newlywed juggling a job with long hours and a relationship was tricky at times. Though still in love the honeymoon phase was definitely over, we fought a lot more often especially recently.

Climbing into bed, I faced away from Emmett as he changed and got into bed, his side sinking as he turned round onto his side to face me.

"Rose?" His voice was quiet, he tentatively reached out a hand to my shoulder, freezing for a second I relaxed as he moved closer. "Babe, I'm sorry. Really, if you want I'll never look at another girl not even Mrs Winstone" she was the eighty year old, whose son was our landlord. When she saw Emmett, she would often shout out a lewd comment whilst ogling his bum, much to the chagrin of her son Bobby and any other residents that happened to overhear.

I let out a snigger and turned round, Emmett smiling as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me towards him.

"Am I forgiven, hun?" I kissed his cheek.

"Yes" he smiled wider and kissed my lips. "I can't stay mad at you" I said quietly enough for him to just make out.

"Is that because of my charm and good looks?"

"Careful there, your ego's getting awful big" his response was to stick out his tongue and then kiss the top of my head before closing his eyes.

Hearing his breathing level out and turn to snores, I looked at him and kissed his cheek which made him stir slightly then the snores continued.

"I love you" I whispered gently into his ear. "And I'm pregnant" I don't know if it was what I said or if he was having a good dream, but he started to smile and held me a little tighter.

"Rosalie" he murmured in his sleep and I nuzzled into his chest, closing my eyes and falling into an easy sleep.

Getting to the new apartment belonging to Rob, I could tell he hadn't been here long as there were still a load of boxes by the front door. Going in after him we went to the swanky living room slash kitchen.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I think I've had one too many as it is" he nodded and it was then that I realised how close we were standing again. I didn't know if I had moved closer to or if he had moved closer.

Then it happened, our lips were against each other rough and a little messy as we got to the couch. We sort of fell back, sprawled on my back he ended up laying on top of me, I stifled the urge to laugh as that would definitely kill the moment. Fumbling around he sat up and I straddled him, we resumed kissing and soon our clothes got scattered all over his cream carpet.

Our teeth crashed against each other and leaning back for a second we both swore loudly.

"Do you get the feeling, this isn't really working?" He said with a raised eyebrow, his hand on my hips and mine on his bare shoulders.

He was good looking, there was no doubt about that with dirty blonde hair that had a slight wave to it at the base of his neck and at the front. Along with a toned and muscled torso that was a hundred percent real, being the result of hard work and sweat in a gym without any steroids or other 'performance enhancing' drugs.

He was gorgeous and to top it off he was funny and sweet, I did also adore his slightly rough English accent.

"We could try again?"

"Okay" awkwardness set in as we weren't quite sure what to do next, taking over I kissed him hard then letting my hands trail down his chest to the sides of his hips. It was nice but that was it, not that he wasn't a good kisser there just wasn't anything else.

What happened next proved that this would not go any further. He then picked me up, still kissing me but for some reason something went wrong and as he stood, he tripped and we both fell to the floor.

He rolled off me and we both sat up, sitting on the floor next to each other we looked at each other and burst out into laughter.

"This isn't going to happen is it?" he was the one to speak first once we had stopped laughing so hard, though my cheeks hurt from the laughter.

"No, no I think that this...just isn't working"

"Oh, thank god" I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head still smiling but a little more serious now. "I mean, not that it wasn't...nice, there just wasn't...anything else"

"Yeah, I get what you mean" falling silent, we looked around before turning back to each other with an awkward smile.

"Well since you're here, would you like a coffee?" he stood holding his hand out to me, taking it I stood with his help and we went to the kitchen. I stood on one side of the island, perching on a stool as he waked round towards a shiny silver coffee maker. He looked at the various levers and buttons, standing with his hands across his chest and a very confused expression as he did so.

"Need some help there?"

"It was a housewarming gift from my manager, but I don't even drink coffee. I'm more of a tea drinker, now that doesn't sound like a bad British stereotype does it?"

"No, course not" taking a step closer, I critically inspected the machine. "This looks a lot like the one at the restaurant" pouring the ground beans into the coffee maker and pushing the right buttons and levers, I soon had steam and the delicious smell of brewed coffee filling the kitchen.

"Maybe I should have you round more often, I have a bookshelf from Ikea I haven't been able to set up yet if you wanna help me out?" he said half joking, pouring me a cup of coffee and handing the mug to me with a smile.

"You know what I will"

"You don't have to, I was just joking" he shook his head, smiling as he took a small sip from his mug.

"I wasn't come on, seeing that neither of us is getting laid tonight, what else is there to do" I replied smiling back to show I was joking.

Taking a seat in the kitchen, we drank our drinks falling into an easy conversation the early awkwardness of our sexual encounter forgotten.

Emmett POV

"Emmett!" she called out as I wiped my face on a towel, the bathroom door open so I could her the impatience in her voice and her steps as she paced by the door.

"I'll just be a minute"

"We are going to miss the appointment!" her voice was getting more impatient and irritated. Stepping out of the bathroom, I went to the door slipping on my shoes and grabbing my jacket before turning to Rosalie who was stood with her hands on her hips looking close to flipping out.

"We'll be okay, baby"

"Humph, well at this rate we'll never make it there!" she threw up her hands and shook her head, her lips tugged down into a deep frown. Taking a few steps towards her she stayed still and I put my hand on the back of her neck before kissing her forehead, staying close to her.

"Rose, I won't let that happen, trust me?" she nodded.

"I trust you" smiling at her and watching the smile on her face grow, I kissed her cheek and then we walked out hailing a cab and heading to the hospital.

On the way back it was entirely different, we sat far apart on the back seat Rosalie turning her back to me, looking out the window her shoulders shaking slightly with her hand to her mouth. Reaching out to take her other hand, she moved it away the moment I touched her flinching as if burnt.

"Rose" I said quietly, not wanting to startle her. She turned her head so that I could see the side profile of her face.

"Please Emmett, just...just don't...okay?" she turned away again, silent and still for the rest of the journey even when we got back to the apartment.

Walking ahead she went to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her before I had closed the front door behind me. Closing my eyes and breathing out slowly, I then walked to the bathroom door quietly hearing the water start to run, I also heard the sound of quiet sobs.

I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't listening for it, but I knew that she couldn't hold out forever. With one hand on the door, I leaned my hand and forehead against the locked door, listening to the heart wrenching sobs from my wife as she mourned and I couldn't do anything to help to her.

Because there was nothing that I could say to her that would change anything.

"Tanya, where's my phone?" walking round the bedroom, I sifted through the magazines on the bedside table, then going to the dresser by the bathroom door I knocked on the door. She opened it and poked her head round, her hair wet as she tugged on the tie of the bathrobe she wore, tightening it.

"I think it's by the TV" nodding and walking towards the television as she let the bathroom door swing open as she started her long and complex, at least to me, skin regime.

By the TV there was another stack of gossip magazines, belonging to Tanya, grabbing my phone and checking my messages, one of the magazines open to a page caught my eye I t caught my attention because it had a picture of Rosalie.

She was walking into a block of flats alongside the boxer, Robert, they were standing very close with his arm over her shoulder and hers round him with her head on his shoulder, both of them smiling.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I picked it up and looked closer at the picture, she was wearing fitted black trousers with a light pink shirt and light beige blazer with the sleeves rolled up with the cuffs of the shirt. Her hair was in a low ponytail that was slightly messy and her makeup around her eyes was a little smudged, the picture was a little fuzzy but I could make that out, it was clearly Rosalie.

Lowering my eyes, I read the text next to the picture:

The new face of Levi and the promising English boxer that has the sports world in a buzz, has been spotted with a mystery blonde entering his new apartment. The pair, were seen getting very cosy outside the building, could Robert Walsh be starting a new relationship. Watch this space!

My jaw tensing for a moment, I dropped the magazine shoving it under the pile so the image of Rosalie and Robert was hidden, at least from my view they were. Then getting out my phone as it rang, I took the call hearing Mike's voice when I answered his call.

"Emmett, where the hell are you?"

"I'm on my way, I thought the meeting wasn't till 11?" I pulled on my shoes, holding my phone between my ear and shoulder as I tied my laces.

"Didn't you get my message? The meeting got moved to ten"

"Shit!" jumping to my feet, Tanya walked out of the bathroom going to the wardrobe and pulling out some clothes.

"You have less than twenty minutes to get here, before we lose this client Emmett"

"Right, I'm leaving now" hanging up I went towards Tanya, grabbing my briefcase by the side of the bed and kissing her cheek chastely.

"What was that?"

"Mike called, they changed the time of the meeting, I have to go now or I'll miss it"

"Alright, hun. Just don't forget we're having dinner tonight with my mom" I nodded and grabbed my jacket, leaving the hotel and all but running outside, sticking my hand out and attempting to hail a cab, two whizzing past without stopping when one stopped a few yards away.

Hurrying to it as the door opened, a familiar brunette got out turning round to see me.

"Alice?"

"Hey Emmett, you in a hurry?" she arched an eyebrow at me, as she remained by the cab door holding a stack of files under one arm.

"Yeah, I have..." I looked at my watch. "Fifteen minutes to get to a meeting or I'm screwed"

"Well come with me, I need to drop off some files then we can go. Where are you heading?" I told her the name of the building and she nodded briskly. "It's near Rosalie and I want to go see her, I'll be just a couple of minutes" she jogged across the street and into a building opposite the hotel, coming back out a few minutes later, letting her slide in first then I got in next to her as Alice gave the street name to the cab driver.

Driving down the road, luckily there wasn't too much traffic, turning to look at my sister I noticed for the first time the magazine half poking out of her hand bag. It was the same magazine that Tanya had, the one with the very cosy picture of Rosalie and the boxer, her copy was open to that page and folded at the spine as it had been stuffed into her bag.

Spotting my gaze on the magazine, she mistook it for interest obviously missing the way my hands clenched, she got out the magazine showing me the page properly.

"You've met Robert right? He's such a sweetie"

"I'm sure he is" she missed the slight sarcasm in my voice, barrelling on with a big smile.

"I set them up at the Levi launch party, they look so good together don't they?"

"Yeah, right" this time she noticed the tension in my voice, and let the magazine fall into her lap, giving me a scrutinizing sideways glance.

"What's up Em?"

"Nothing"

"Did you tell Rose, by the way?"

"She knows" she nodded, l taking this to mean I had told her I was engaged hence why I asked for a divorce, I didn't expand on that point. "She signed the papers"

"So, it's almost all done?" I sighed heavily, was that true were me and Rosalie all most done? Would we ever really be done with each other?

"I guess" she had signed and sent the papers to my solicitor, I guess she didn't want to have to face me after Tanya's party, not that I blamed her but she was ignoring me.

She ignored my calls, texts and seemed to always very busy when I tried to go and see her. In a way it was worse than if she shouted at me, it would be something but she was too good at avoiding me so we never even got to talk about it.

"Hey...are you alright?" I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face as I looked at her.

"Yeah, it's just we have history don't we?"

"Over ten years of history, you don't just forget that. But as much as you loved each other, you couldn't make it work and now you are both moving on"

"You do make sense"

"I do" I raised an eyebrow at her and she chuckled. "I mean, I know you both so well of course I'm right" I kept my eyebrow raised for a moment longer before shrugging.

"I guess, here's me. Thanks' Al, see you later" kissing her cheek I handed the driver a note and got out of the cab before Alice, all but running to the building, when I bumped into someone. The girl I ran into fell over, dropping her handbag and spilling the contents, it was then that I realized that the girl was Rosalie. I shouldn't have been so surprised, I was down the road from where she worked. Yet we both had identical looks of shock.

"Emmett?"

"Rose? Oh shit, I'm so sorry" dropping to my knees in helped her pick up her things, the keys and lipstick, along with the files she had dropped as well.

"You don't have to help me"

"I do, I do. Shit, I'm so sorry"

"Stop apologizing" Alice got out of the car, jogging over to me in her ridiculously high heels and pulling me to my feet.

"Sorry Rose, but Emmett has a meeting. You gotta go now or you're screwed"

"Yeah right, right" straightening up I looked at Rosalie who stood as well, zipping up her handbag as she looked at me with an unfathomable expression on her face, it was part angry yet restrained probably for Alice's sake. She quickly dropped my gaze and turned her attention to my sister, doing her best to ignore me through I could see the way her shoulders tensed and I think Alice saw it to.

"Rose...I" I stopped and stared at her and even though she didn't turn to look at me, she tensed up even more, causing Alice to look at the two of us and raise both eyebrows, before glancing at her watch.

"Emmett!" she shoved her watch in my face and I realised I had barely a minute to get up to the meeting.

"Fuck!" realising that I was definitely going to be late and I couldn't say anything in front of Alice without alerting her to the fact something was up with me and Rosalie, I nodded and made a mad dash to the building fumbling with my id and flashing it at the front desk as I ran to the elevator, pressing the button rapidly to call the lift.

When I got in the lift, my phone buzzed:

Meetings starting, where the fuck are you?!

I typed back a quick reply, asking him to stall as I reached the right floor and got off, sprinting down the hallway and getting odd looks from the people I passed by, before finally reaching the right room.

Knocking on the door and turning the handle, I let myself in much to the relief of Mike who had been stood at the front of the room, ready to take over if I hadn't made it. The representatives from the company were sat round the table, staring as I walked to the front where my colleague was stood.

"Sorry for my lateness, New York traffic is a nightmare" thankfully a few of the reps nodded in agreement, lifting some of the tension that had been building up. "Well, unless we have any more late comers, shall we begin?"

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Knocking on Rosalie's door I knew for a fact Alice wasn't in as she had to go out of the city for some damage control at a model house, whose identity she kept fiercely guarded. She wouldn't be back till the next morning or very late, plus she had let slip that Rosalie had a half day and didn't have any plans for the evening.

I heard the television in the flat go quiet at the sound of my second knock, soft footsteps came to the door, pulling it half open to reveal Rosalie. She was dressed in a white camisole and straight cut light blue jeans, that had the bottoms rolled up to her ankles and were slightly distressed. Her hair was clipped up in a messy bun her bangs falling across her forehead, her face free of any makeup but scowling as she looked at me.

"Go away Emmett" she all but growled, with a look fierce enough to make me want to protect my boys in case she lashed out, which I wouldn't put past her.

"No" I replied either stupidly or bravely, putting a hand on the door and pushing it open gently she was startled enough that she let me until she regained her senses and tried to close the door, but I already had a foot in the door so I got inside. That didn't make her nay happier, she took three big steps back from me and crossed her arms still giving me the same pissed off glare.

"Don't you have a wedding to prepare for?" she asked scathingly. I held my hands up defensively, ready for her retorts and not really expecting anything else.

"I deserve that, I should have told you-"

"No prize, for stating the fucking obvious" she shook her head and looked at the floor, a certain sadness creeping into her expression. "You should have been straight with me right from the start!"

"I know and I'm so sorry" she shook her head again the sadness fading and the anger coming back sevenfold.

"Sorry, doesn't make it better! You can't just say it and expect everything to be okay! Don't do anything to be sorry for!" she turned away, going to the coffee table and picking up an empty wine glass and a half empty bottle of red wine, then walking to the kitchen and putting them away. She stood by the sink with her back to me as I walked in, her hands were on the counter on either side of her and her head hung low.

"You are right" she sighed heavily in answer to my statement, lifting her head up but otherwise remaining in the same position looking away from me and out of the window. "I should have told you but I didn't because when I saw you again after you left, I realised how much I missed you" she was still, her shoulders tense.

"But you didn't just lie to me did you? You made me part of an affair, you are engaged and you don't seem to care or understand what it is we did" she turned round and crossed her arms, putting one hand to her mouth and looking to her left. "Did you know that Tanya asked me about your ex-girlfriends? She has no idea that we were...involved much less that we were married!"

"I never told her, about us"

"And why is that?" I thought about it for a moment as she turned her gaze to me.

"I don't know" we were both silent and Rosalie shook her head, dropping her hand from her mouth but keeping her other arm to her chest.

"Why do we do this Emmett?" she continued before I could say anything in response. "We are together and it is great, but then we fight or something else gets in the way leaving us in the same place we are right now. We do this and then break up and leave, but then it starts all over again. Either we're masochists or we just don't know when to call it quits"

"Or it could be something else"

"Like what?" I didn't answer, but took a few steps towards her until I was close enough to reach out and touch her, though she could have she didn't move. It was only when I moved her hair off the side of her neck and placed my hand on her cheek, moving in closer that she shook her head but remained where she was.

"Emmett, you can't do this" she whispered as I lowered my head, my lips brushing against hers she still doing move away although she did put her hands on my chest probably to push me away but the moment I kissed her they fisted the front of my shirt.

It was like we couldn't get enough, our lips crashing against each other roughly, my hands going to her waist and lifting her onto the counter top, one hand reaching up to unpin her hair and let it fall around her shoulders. Grabbing my hair, she tugged not so lightly as we kissed each other harder, my hands creeping up the back of her camisole and I soon realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

I don't what changed her mind, but it was like a switch flipped and she pushed me away. Her hands dropped to her sides once she pushed me away, looking down she covered her mouth shaking her head as the anger returned.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it!" she got down from the counter top and smoothed out her top, pinning her hair back up and walking to the front door. "I can't believe, I fall for it every fucking time. I must be stupid, because why else would I fall for it?" she threw her hands up angrily as I followed her.

"Rose"

"No! No, no, no. I almost fell, no, I will not start this cycle all over again" spinning round to look at me, her rage stopped me in my tracks. But I tried to reach out to touch her, she slapped my hand away and took a step back. "You can't do that, distract me like that when there is something wrong!"

"I ju-"

"I want you to leave" her voice was calm but her hands were shaking as she opened the door.

"Is this because of Robert? I saw you two looking cosy as you got snapped by the paparazzi"

"I am friends with him, but that is none of your business" she shook her head and motioned to the open door. "I want you to leave" she repeated. "Now!" she yelled at me.

I took a step closer to her and she took a step back, holding the door open and looking away.

"Rosalie"

"I'm done, Emmett. Frankly, our divorce couldn't be finalized sooner" she kept her head turned away as I walked past her and left, she shut the door behind me and I stood there for felt like ages staring at the closed door and cursing myself for fucking all of it up.

Alice POV

Getting home it was suspiciously quiet, until I heard the music coming from Rosalie's room.

"Rose, I'm home! I've got pizza!" no answer, leaving the pizza on the dining table, I put down my hand bag and the files under one arm down, and walked to her closed door knocking twice and hearing the music that I recognised as Bon Jovi. "Rose!" I called out, knocking again this time the door opened.

"Hey Alice, I didn't hear you come in was work alright?" she smiled but it was slightly forced, and I noticed that her eyes were a light red and puffy, she rubbed her nose as she smiled at me even harder.

"Are you okay?" she nodded.

"Yeah" she answered too quickly, nodding emphatically. "I'm fine, fine" she wasn't convincing me for a second, and she seemed to sense that her smile faltering for a second before she ducked her head and stepped forward shutting her bedroom door and going to the living room, her back to me as she took a few deep breaths before turning back to me, with the false smile slapped back on her face.

"Right then, I'm going to change quickly, how about you get some plates and open up the bottle of wine I got?"

"Sure" she turned away first and hurried to the kitchen and I turned away too, frowning as I went to my room.

Ten minutes later we were on the couch watching one of those cheesy TV movies, tucking into out pizza and drinking white wine. It didn't escape my attention, that Rosalie poured herself a large measure and drank it quickly.

Rosalie, could take her alcohol although she didn't drink often years of watching her drunken father, saw to it that she was determined to never be like him. There were other small things she did too, for one she never took pain medication unless absolutely necessary and then she only ever took the minimum dosage.

"Rosalie, how long have we been friends?" she put down her empty glass and gave me an odd sideways look.

"For over fourteen years, why?"

"Well in all that time you haven't gotten any better at hiding things. So tell me, why were you crying?" she looked down at her hands in her lap, pressing her lips together and shaking her head.

"You are my best friend, pretty much my only friend" she sniffed and wiped a hand under her left eye, still looking down as she spoke. "And I'm pretty much a bitch to everyone, but I don't want to see me like that"

"You're not a bitch, you've just been through a lot" I turned round to face her, putting down my glass and plate and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"That doesn't excuse, what I've done"

"Tell me"

"I...I" a few tears trickled down her cheeks and I brushed them away, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before sitting closer and giving her a one armed hug. "I had an affair with someone who is engaged"

"What happened?"

"I found out recently that he was engaged and I broke it off"

"If you didn't know..."

"No!" she said shaking her head, letting a few tear droplets fall onto her top. "He is engaged to someone else, and even if I didn't know that doesn't make it right. But I was...it was so hard, because..." she found it hard to speak in between sobs and I held her a little tighter. "because, I think I was falling in love with him" she fell into more sobs and her words trailed off, she hugged me back and all I could do was hold her and try to comfort her.

A/N: right, sorry for the long wait guys but there it is!

In the next chapter we are going to take a big time jump, to two and a half months later with Tanya and Emmett in the mist of all their wedding preparation. I don't want to ruin anything for you, but the wedding will be in two weeks from this point :O

Any suggestions for whose POV you guys want to see or if we get a bit more of Rosalie with Robert, keeping in mind the wedding is creeping very very close now!

Bye xx