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Chapter Five

Alice's POV

Flipping through articles, and pictures for this months issue, I focused on this and only this. This magazine was my baby, my world. If this wasn't perfect, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. Everything has to be up to date, fashion conscience, consistent .. and, most of all, just damn perfect. If nothing else in my life could be perfect, this sure as hell will.

"Miss Brandon, I have some of the new images." A young timid, quiet mouthed blonde, meekly makes herself known.

"Come on in, Kara. And speak up, no one is going to notice you, if they can walk all over you." I glance up just in time, to see her nod her head.

"Use your words, you have a voice, so use it!" I say a bit more forceful.

"Yes, mam." For the love of God, she's hopeless.

Handing the photos in my direction, she takes a step back. And I curse whoever hired her. They give me, a timid little girl. When hello, I'm Alice Brandon, who's never been shy or timid a day in my life.

"Alright, thank you. You may go!" I wave her out, as my best friend, Bella walks in.

"Allie, you'll never guess who's on the cover of US Weekly." She gossips so damn much, but I love her. And I bite.

"Who, my dear Belly?" I smirk, looking up at her, but my smirk gets slapped off my face.

"Emmett.." I nearly mouth. I know who the blonde is, but Bella doesn't.

Yes, my best friend, of I don't even know how long.. doesn't know I can't have children. She doesn't know about Rosalie, and the unborn child.

"And look at the blonde bimbo.. she's chubby too." Bella laughs, humorlessly, I might add.

No Bella, not fat, I want to add. I bite my tongue.

"What are you going to do?" Bella perches herself on the side of my desk, snapping a piece of gum in her mouth.

"What does the article say?"

Bella flips open to the page, scanning the article.

"Emmett McCarty, 28, the husband of Alice Brandon, 26, was recently seen getting hot and heavy in a dark corner, in a cafe in downtown. The leggy blonde is not in the public eye. Sources confirm, she's a friend from Emmett's hometown." She reads off, and I can't believe how much a magazine could lie so blatantly.

Emmett was not getting hot and heavy, with the "leggy" blonde, and what unreliable sources, confirmed she's a friend from Emmett's hometown? I feel the anger begin to boil up inside of me.

"Does it say anything else?" Bella shook her head.

"Not anything important, just how you guys met and shit.. and how it's shitty of Emmett."

Leaning back in my chair, I try to figure things out.. how I can easily blow this over. There's no possible way. Shit has already hit the fan.

"I guess there aren't any good guys out there." Bella sighs, hoping off my desk. "Talk to you later, pixie."

Yes, there are. Emmett is my good guy, he's not like this. Not only has he ruined my image, but his also. No one is going to like the cheating husband.

This is so fucked up!

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Rosalie's POV

Mom continues to chat on about only God knows what, as I fade in and out of the conversation. I've heard some of it, it doesn't interest me. She's jumping to one thing to another, with a few profanities here and there, I swear, she'd love Emmett. My mom is classy, when she needs to be, but damn.. she has the mouth of a sailor. I love her though, growing up with a mother like her, it was easy and carefree. You knew you'd be accepted, and loved, no matter what you chose to do.

Especially dad, he's the laid back parent, if you can believe that.

"OH MY GOD, MOM! ARE YOU HERE? I HAVE SOME PRETTY JUICY SHIT HERE!" My sister yelled from the doorway, slamming it shut, and I listened closely, as her heels clicked down the hallway.

"Rosalie is having an affair, with Emmett McCarty!" My sister sang, and my mom just looked at me.

"What the fudge are you talking about?" I stand up, facing my sister as she skids to a halt. Not expecting me? Probably not.

She clears her throat. "It's all right here." She waves the magazine in my face, and I snatch it from her.

And there we are, as plain as day. On the cover of US Weekly, in the damned booth.

Flipping open to the page, I scan the article.

"Are you fudging kidding me!" Tanya laughed, loudly; I might add.

"She's reading the part, where they call her the "leggy blonde". Tanya grins, perching herself on the counter. "Apparently, Rose is Emmett's friend from his hometown."

"I thought you told me Emmett grew up here?" Mom asked, pouring a glass of wine.

"He did, I don't know what the hell they're talking about. Jesus!" Pulling out my phone, I text Emmett.

"Have you seen the cover of US Weekly..?" ~ Rose

Flopping back down in the chair, I bury my face in my arms. This is more than I can handle.

My phone chimes.

"Yeah, Alice ripped me a new asshole. I'm sorry, Rosie.. I'll fix everything. Don't get upset, keep my little princess happy and healthy." ~ Emmett.

He's apologizing? Really? I could of just fucked up his marriage, yet; he's apologizing to me?

"I'm guessing Emmett's the father of the recent bulge in your stomach?" Tanya chirped, sipping her wine.

"Yes, he and his wife can't have children. So they found me, and yeah. But apparently, they didn't tell anyone.. and she's known.. so yeah." I mumble into my arms. Feeling tired, depressed, defeated.. every emotion all wrapped up in one.

"Aww, honey. It's alright." Tanya rubs my back gently, and I think I've falling into a dream, because my sister is never this nice.

Tanya is a lot of things, fierce, bold, blunt, pigheaded; but nice, and loving? Sisterly? Never.

"Sweetie, you feeling alright?" My mother asks, and Tanya makes a noise with her mouth.

"Yes, I'm fine! I just feel bad for my sister. She's trying to do a good thing, and help someone.. and this is how she gets repaid."

I glance up, shock all over my face, and I look at my mom, who's looking at my sister.

"Seriously, Tan?" I straighten out.

"Seriously. I'm a bitch, I know. But you're my sister, I love you." She ends her little heart felt speech, by sticking out her tongue.

Yeah, that's the Tanya I know.

"What did this Emmett guy say?" Mom asked.

"That he would take care of everything, not to worry. Make sure I keep his princess happy and healthy." I smile, looking down at my rapidly growing belly.

"He seems like a good man." Tanya comments.

And I hold back my own response.

Because, he's more than a good man.

He's amazing.

There's that flutter again, and once again, I repeat; fuck my life.

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