Disclaimer: All things Twilight belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and not to me… sigh.I also don't own Sleeping with the Enemy. The book belongs to Nancy Price and the movie belongs to Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation.

Sleeping with a Monster

Previously…

She looked back up at me, eyes full of apology and gave me a shaky smile. I watched as her expression melted back into the woman I adored. As she considered my question, she bit her lip as tears welled back up in her eyes. She took a deep breath before she said, "It's his favorite song – the song he played when he wanted…" She took another deep breath before she finished, "sex." She looked dowfn and I knew that she did not want to share this part of her marriage.

Chapter 32 – Moving Forward

Bella POV

James.

The thought of being in the same room with him made my skin crawl. When his song penetrated the air of the ballroom, it sliced though my cocoon of happiness with Edward.

I admit the jolt of fear that ran through my body caught me off guard. Any other indicator that James had found me would not have had the same impact. However, the implications of this song ripped through my like a rusty chainsaw, leaving me shaken and vulnerable, my raw nerves exposed.

I always knew there might be a day when James found me after my escape six months ago. I was just unprepared for it to be so soon. I had just begun to live again, to heal, and to become Bella. I was willing to seek a divorce while my whereabouts remained a secret – making contact with James on my own terms. I was not ready for James to seek me out.

Now that I had Edward, it was hard knowing that my time with him might come to a screeching halt. He was the love of my life and I found myself faced with the very real possibility that I may never get to have that future with him that I so desperately wanted.

I felt Edward's hand on my cheek, pulling me back to the here and now. "Did you see him?" His anxious face searched mine.

"No. I didn't see him, but the song would suggest…" I wiped the tears that had escaped. Edward handed me a handkerchief and I smiled a little at how old fashioned it was for a man to offer it to a weeping woman, much less carry one around.

Edward saw my timid smile and asked, "What?"

I waved the handkerchief and half sobbed, half laughed, "You're perfect. You know that, right?" He hugged me tight and buried his face in my shoulder.

"When I saw Alice running across the dance floor looking terrified, I thought James had taken you." I felt a shiver rippled through him as he admitted this to me. "We need to rethink our plans for keeping you safe."

"Why?" I thought our plan was pretty good. Sometimes I felt like a toddler going to and from daycare, always having to have someone with me, but I had to admit, it gave me a little peace of mind.

"If James were to come after you while you were with Alice; I doubt she would be able to fend him off anymore than you could."

"I agree," said Jasper coming up behind me. He exchanged a look with Edward that made me uneasy. However, I sighed and nodded, realizing that even together we were no match for James.

"I still think it would better if I disappeared" I held up my hand to stop Edward's protests before I continued, "for a while. Just until things cool down a bit and see if James gives me a divorce. Maybe he'll realize I'm not worth the trouble." Even as I said the words, I knew they were not true, but the danger and worry I was causing everyone because of my bad choices was unbearable.

"No." Edward growled out before he captured my face between his hands. "You're not leaving, alone without protection." His eyes searched mine in a desperate attempt to secure my promise to stay with him. My heart ached at the prospect of leaving him. I nodded, hoping I wouldn't have to break my silent promise to him. He released my face and slid his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in tight against his side.

"Bella. If you left and James still found you, we would not be able to help. It's safer this way. We can be ready, prepared." Jasper placed a calming hand in my shoulder.

I felt Alice's hand take mine and I turned to her. "What did DJ say?"

"He doesn't know who requested the song. They were taking requests at the request table, but no one is staffing it, there's just a bowl for people to drop off their requests. The DJ just randomly draws them out and plays them, so he doesn't even know how long ago the request was made." Alice handed me a slip of paper. I read the title of the requested song, but didn't recognize the handwriting.

"Maybe it was just a coincidence." I suddenly felt foolish for my overreaction to the song and felt my face redden in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry for scaring everyone."

"Silly Bella. There's nothing to be sorry about." Alice squeezed my hand in reassurance.

"It's better to be on the safe side," Jasper offered.

"Love? It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong." Edward kissed my forehead trying to sooth my guilt. Edward waved Rose and Emmett down.

"Is everything okay?" The concern in Rose's voice, coupled with her remarks to Tanya earlier made me realize how close Rose and I were becoming.

"Yeah, just a false alarm," I said but Jasper waved me off.

"We don't know that." Jasper turned to Edward and said, "I think it would be best if you two spent the night somewhere other than your place. I'll send a squad car around and have someone check out your house."

"Do you really think that's necessary?"

Everyone turned to me and said, "Yes!" in unison. The overprotective nature of their expressions surprised me. Wow. It really struck me how much they all loved me. I had friends, real friends and not because I was someone's girlfriend, daughter or wife. Friends.

Edward and I said our goodbyes and left the ball. We drove around for about a half hour before he finally settled on a luxury hotel. Edward unlocked the door and I stepped into the two-bedroom suite. The room was gorgeous with beige plush carpet, dark cherry wood furniture with muted yellow upholstery with a diamond design.

Edward pulled me into a hug and kissed my temple. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah." I smiled, but then something suddenly dawned on me. "Um, Sweetie… I don't have anything to wear to bed." I didn't want to ruin my dress by sleeping in it. I wasn't even wearing a bra, and I certainly could not sleep in just my underwear. Figures. Guys have it so easy. In addition, to top it off, I have the only boyfriend in the world that would consider this a problem.

He just chuckled before he said, "Why don't you go take a long bath while I take care of it." He kissed me lightly, just brushing his lips on mine. I grabbed the lapels of his tuxedo suddenly needing him closer and kissed him fiercely.

"I won't be long, love." Edward smiled against my lips. "And don't open the door for anyone," he added before he left.

It felt a little odd to be alone. It's something that Edward had insisted never happen for the past week. He must not be going very far. I looked around the room before I walked into the changing area. Two white fluffy robes hung in the closet and I grabbed one before I made my way into the massive marble bathroom. It reminded me of a spa with rolled towels, scented soaps and bath oils. The garden tub was huge and I poured some bath oil into it before I turned on the water. When I spied the bubble bath, I couldn't resist the urge to splash a little of that in there too. My mood lightened as I let my hair down and I slipped out of my clothing. As soon as my body hit the water, I let out a satisfied sigh. The water came up to my shoulders and the bubbles were up to my chin, making light popping noises as the white cloud of froth slowly settled. I leaned back against the back of the tub and rested my head on a rolled up towel, closing my eyes and reflecting on the nicer events of my evening with Edward.

Rose was truly gorgeous in her red jersey floor-length gown that hugged her curves. Like my dress, it had a plunging v-neckline and rhinestone accented straps. When she showed it to me, I was a little envious that she was confident enough to wear it. The empire waist had a keyhole detail and rhinestone trim that continued around her waist a across her shoulders, leaving her back almost completely bare. Her shiny blond hair spilled down her back in stylized waves.

However, if I thought Rose's dress was gorgeous, Alice's dress was absolutely stunning. The encrusted silver sequins on her dress almost blinded me. It had a one-shoulder design with a large brooch and the gown. The low open back had three thin silver straps that ran diagonally fanning out across her back from her shoulder the opposite side of the dress. Instead of the usual spike, Alice curled her hair all over and adorned it with a silver, jewel-encrusted headband.

Standing next to these two, I felt plain, especially after the crying jag I had from that stupid song. There I was pale, eyes red from crying and a runny nose – the epitome of beauty. Right!

Nevertheless, the one who eclipsed them all was Edward in a tuxedo. Woof! He was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and felt myself weaken with a flush when I saw him. I wondered if he noticed my reaction. He seemed a little dazed when I came down the stairs at Rose and Emmett's house.

But, the thing surprised me the most was the confrontation with Tanya. Not only did it surprise me that she was still making a play for Edward, but that I had retaliated with physical violence when she called me a slut. Something inside of me just snapped and I lost it. The thought of someone else beating me down, whether it was physical, emotional or verbally, angered me so much that I acted out of instinct. And then there was Rose, standing up for me, ending her friendship with Tanya over me. I felt awful. I didn't like Tanya, but I knew she had a long history with Rose and hated being the catalyst that ended their longtime association.

"That looks… you look heavenly." My favorite velvety voice stuttered from the doorway of the bathroom and it startled me out of my thoughts.

"Edward!" I gasped, my hand fluttering to my throat. I glanced at the bubbles to make sure there was enough coverage. There were more than enough bubbles to keep my body concealed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," He said ruefully. He took off his tuxedo jacket and removed the tie, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Could he be any hotter? I stifled a groan. He set his jacket and tie on the counter before moving closer. He knelt down next to me, his hand trailing in the water, playing with the bubbles.

"It's okay. I was just lost in my own little world." I smiled at his sexy crooked grin; Care to join me?" I added with a come-hither look.

Edward gave me a wicked smile as he brought his face close to mind, his lips just out of reach. "Soon, Bella. Soon you're going to have to follow through with your teasing."

"Promise?" I laughed softly.

"You can count on it," he said before his lips crashed onto mine.

Edward did not cave that night and I knew he wouldn't. I was a little jittery from the ball. We spent the remainder of the evening curled up in bed watching TV and talking. Edward managed to snag a couple of souvenir t-shirts from the gift shop for us to wear.

Next morning we held our heads high as we did the walk of shame in our formal clothing from the night before as we left the hotel. Jasper had cleared both homes saying that it didn't look anyone had been in either place.

After we got home, I shooed Edward off to the shower grabbed my messenger bag, went into the dining room, and sat down. I had a lot of work to do, eyeing the large stack of papers that needed to be graded and my half-finished lesson plan for the week. Sighed, grateful for the distraction this would bring. I had finished my lesson outline and was just about start in on the assignments, when I felt Edward lean over and wrap in arms round my shoulders resting his head on my shoulder. His damp hair brushed up against my temple and I shivered at the cool ticklish sensation that ran through me.

"Hey beautiful," he said in a hushed gentle voice. I turned in my seat to look at him for minute. He seemed suddenly quiet and reserved.

"Hey." I touched his cheek. He looked almost blissful. "Are you okay?"

He chuckled lightly at me and nodded. "I was just thinking of how you make any place feel like home." I smiled and gently kissed him.

"I almost forgot. I'm having a security system installed tomorrow afternoon."

"I… Edward, I don't." I stammered. I hated that he had to make these changes for me and spend money to keep us safe because of my past. At the same time, the idea of a security system appealed to me, surprisingly. I touched his cheek at the gesture and his continued efforts to keep me safe. "Thank-you," I whispered.

"You're most welcome, my dear." And there he was, old-fashioned Edward. I snickered at him. I gave me an odd look. "What?"

"You're perfect," I said for the second time in as many days.

Edward smiled at me but then it faltered a bit. "Love, we need to talk about what happened last night at the ball."

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"Hello, Isabella. I'm Lillian Colton." She held out her weathered hand for me to shake. Her grasp was as warm and comforting as her light brown eyes that crinkled at the edges with laugh lines. Her short chestnut colored hair was smooth and peppered with gray. She had a kind smile and I felt myself relax, just a little.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Colton and please call me Bella." My returning smile was more of a grimace as she motioned for me to take a seat in a large leather armchair.

"And I insist on you calling me Lillian." She acted as if we were going to be the best of friends. However, feeling was not mutual. I was here for one reason and one reason only. Edward. In addition, the topic of conversation was ultimately my least favorite.

I nodded as sat down in one of the chairs. "So tell me Bella. Why are you here?" Taken aback by the question, it was not what I had expected. Call me naïve, but I half expected this encounter to run along the lines of what I had seen in the movies. I would be lying on the couch while an uptight shrink was a note pad asked me questions… 'So tell me about your mother' or 'Do you hate your father' kind of stuff.

I shrugged a little feeling self-conscious and, quite frankly, a little resentful towards Edward for pushing this. Lillian raised her eyebrow at me, clearly telling me she wasn't buying the whole nonchalant attitude I was sporting.

I let out a long breath before I said, "I'm here because my boyfriend thinks I need to 'talk' to someone." I felt like a petulant children as I crossed my arms across my chest. I stopped short of letting out an angry huff when I saw Lillian's mouth twitch into a small smile. I knew I was acting ridiculous, but the thought of talking to a complete stranger about my relationship with James brought out the worst in me, and I suddenly understood Rose that much better.

"And you don't agree." Lillian's question was more of a statement but I answered it anyway.

"No," I grumbled, staring at the coffee table in front of me, channeling my inner two year old.

"Why does he think you need my help?" I felt my defenses weaken a bit. I could not lie to save my life. Maybe a partial truth would get me though this session and on my way.

"My soon-to-be ex-husband was… less than… kind to me." I growled out a little too vehemently trying to fortify my defenses, not wanting to tell a complete stranger my history.

"How was he less than kind to you?" Lillian prodded.

"He was controlling and cold. Not very loving." I was determined not to give her anything.

"Bella," Lillian scolded, clearing annoyed with my attempts to give her nothing.

"Look. I really don't' want to do this." I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Then why did you come? You're an adult. If this isn't what you want, then why are you here?" She didn't say it, but I could hear her silent 'Start acting like an adult' hang in the air.

"I… I don't know," I whispered, embarrassed by my behavior, my shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I think you do," she shot back without missing a beat. I wrestled with my insecurities of letting this woman in my life. Of sharing those things I wouldn't even share with Edward. Talking about those things I didn't even acknowledge myself anymore. Edward pushed hard last Sunday after the ball about my horrible reaction to hearing that damn song. We fought, he pleaded with me, I yelled at him and he yelled back. We both cried in each other's arms. I realized then that I had to do this, even if it was only to please Edward. He was already doing so much now to keep me safe. The least I could do was talk to some shrink for an hour a couple of times a week.

"Nothing you say will leave this room. There are no judgments here – just a friendly ear and someone willing to give you help if you want it. If all you want is for me to be quiet and listen, I' will do it. If you want more, I will give it. All I require from you is honesty and openness about your experiences and feelings. There is nothing you can say that will shock or offend me. I've heard just about everything before."

"Okay…" I swallowed my pride and started again. "My husband controlled me, terrorized me, and abused me for over a year." My voice shook. "When he wanted a baby, I realized I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bring an innocent into that world."

Unwilling to look at Lillian, I studied my hands clasped tightly together in my lap. I bit my lip, unsure of how this was going to be received, but I plunged a head. "So, I faked my death, assumed a new identity and started over." I waited for her reaction.

"How long ago did you leave?" Her voice was calm and held no surprise.

"Does it matter?" My voice hitched a little higher than I'd hoped as suspicion suddenly crept into my mind. Was she going to check? Get a grip. She doesn't even know your real name.

Lillian's response was quick and calming. "I only ask to get an idea of how long you have been recovering on you own."

I took a calming breath, unclasping my now sweating hands. "About six months ago."

"And your husband thinks you're dead?" From the corner of my eye, I could see Lillian studying me.

I let out a humorless laugh. "No. I filled for divorce on Monday."

"What prompted you to do that?" Lillian's voice held all the surprise I expected from my response.

"I fell in love," I said looking her squarely in the face, unable to suppress my smile.

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James POV

I twisted the ring around the end of my little finger, staring at it for an immeasurable amount of time – a symbol of my love and devotion to Marie. The one woman I had married, the one I thought I would share my life with, the one who let me mold her into perfection. I thought she was pure, that our love would transcend time, and she would become my ideal. She was my perfect one.

I was wrong.

NO! I was not wrong. I could not be wrong – never wrong. Marie would never leave me of her own free will. Somehow, she was corrupt, tainted. Someone must have poisoned her mind against me, led her astray.

I fumed at the picture of my wife with another man. He had his arm around her and I felt the desire to rip him apart with my bare hands well up again.

Doctor Edward Anthony Masen.

As soon as Redd gave me the picture, I knew I had seen this man before. I never forgot a face, but for some reason I could not place it. I was sure I had never met Edward Masen. I would have remembered and certainly would have noticed if he was leering at my wife. He must have been subtle, luring my Marie away. She never let on that there was someone else. She was such a horrible liar; I was amazed that she even pulled this deception off so flawlessly. If it hadn't been for the ring…

"Mr. Cook." Margaret's voice cracked through my thoughts.

I pushed the intercom button before I replied sharply, "What is it?"

"There's a Laurent Benoit here to see you, sir. May I send him in?" Margaret's voice held all the professional decorum I demanded out of my staff.

"Yes. And see to it that we are not disturbed," I said as I slid the photos and information about Marie back into the folder and placed in the top drawer of my desk.

The door opened and in walked my old friend. We had grown up together, and had managed to keep in touch through the years. He didn't know that Marie had shared my vision of perfection and that we were working together to attain it. I doubted he would fully understand, more willing to accept those around him, faults and all.

"Laurent." I greeted him with a small smile and handshake.

"James," he said with a broad smile.

"How have you been?" I asked, knowing that I needed to get through the usual pleasantries before I could get down to business.

"Good, man. Good." I motioned for him to sit down in one of the two chairs in front of my desk. "How are you holding up?" I knew the question was meant to convey sympathy, but it triggered bitterness instead. I pushed down the feeling.

I sat down in my chair. "I'm doing well, all things considered." I left it at that knowing my friend would not push for details thinking he was bringing painful memories of my wife's death.

"So, what was so important that you had to see me 'right this minute'?" Laurent mimicked my voice quoting me at the end.

"I wanted to talk to you about Marie and the night she disappeared." My friend furrowed his brow with a perplexed look on his face.

"Okay," Laurent said, drawing the word out a bit looking at me with a confused expression on his face.

"What do you remember? Do you remember seeing anyone else that night, maybe on the beach or outside around the house?" I remained calm and collected, using my fury to control my reactions and not rule them.

"Not that I recall," Laurent said, still perplexed. "Wait… why did you say Marie disappeared?"

I sucked in a deep breath before I said, "Because she's not dead."

"James. I know this has been hard on you, but you need to let go and face the fact that she's gone." I stared at him is disbelief.

"No, you don't understand. She's still alive. I have pro–" Laurent cut me off.

"No she's not! James, I had no idea you weren't dealing with this. You need to move on. She's not coming back." He looked at me with sad eyes. Did he really think I was some love sick widower who couldn't let go of his dead wife's memories? That I was manufacturing fantasies that Marie was alive to avoid the painful truth. I pulled open the top drawer of my desk and pulled out the file. I opened it up and took the picture out of Marie at the cemetery in Forks.

I let out a bitter laugh. "If she's dead, then how did she end up in Washington visiting the grave of her dead father a week ago?" I growled throwing the picture into Laurent's lap.

"Are you sure it's her?" Laurent blinked in disbelief before he looked down at the picture of Marie.

"Yes. Here's one of her coming out of the high school in Arizona where she teaches English Lit. Here's one of her at the mall with her friends. Here's one of her with her boyfriend!" I scattered the pictures across my desk in front of Laurent. It could see by the look on his face that he realized it was unmistakably Marie. She looked different, but still the same. Her hair was longer and wavy and she had gained a little weight, but these things could be fixed.

Laurent was dumbfounded as he looked at the pictures. "How? How did you know?"

I held up Marie's wedding ring. "It turned up in a pawn shop in North Carolina about a month ago."

He let out a low whistle, recognizing the ring he had admired that night. "How did you find her?"

"I hired a locator. He's one of the best in the business, but if you ask me, he who got lucky. He happened to be in Washington when she showed up to visit her father's grave. Cost me a bundle too, but he delivered." Redd gave me all the details of Marie's new life, where she lived and worked, her new name – Bella Thomas. It angered me that she went back to using Bella again.

Laurent continued to look at the pictures, going through them repeatedly. He stopped at the one of Marie with Edward. "So, this guy is her boyfriend, huh."

"Yes." Although Redd never said it, the expression on this man's face in the picture as he looked down at Marie was all the proof I needed. My only question was how did she feel about him?

"You know…" Laurent's voice trailed off as he tapped his chin with his index finger. "He looks familiar to me." Laurent looked up at me in surprise.

"You too? I can't place his face, but I have a feeling I've seen him before as well." Anticipation sprang forth in my blood as the prospect of finding out how we knew him. I might get an answer to my most burning question – why.

"What's his name?" His eyes were eager with excitement that this mystery presented.

"Edward Masen. He's a doctor at the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix." I forced the fury of saying that man's name aloud to strengthen my control.

Laurent shook his head. "No. I don't know him by name and I've never been to Arizona."

"Neither have I. What's odd is that we both recognize him. I can't help but think that he was involved somehow with her disappearance." I looked at the picture of a smiling Marie coming out of the high school. She was wearing a dark blue blouse and tan slacks. The expression on her face reminded me of how she was when we first met. And in spite of the step back she had taken, my desire to possess her body and soul hit me like a bolt of lightening. I relished the idea of retraining her.

Laurent narrowed his eyes as he searched him mind for something in his memories. "I don't recall anyone outside when I arrived at your house. I didn't notice anyone hanging around on the beach either. Did Marie seem different that night?" Laurent's words triggered the memory of her deserved punishment the night before and the bump on her head.

"No. Although she was a little quiet that night, I just attributed it to the headache she complained about earlier." I felt my anger towards her rise. How did I not see this coming? How did I miss it?

"Alright. We're fairly sure no one was around during dinner. What about while we were sailing?" Laurent continued with his assessment of the evening, moving forward though the memories of that night.

"I don't recall seeing anyone on the dock when we cast off." As I said this, I saw the proverbial light go on in Laurent's eyes.

"Ha! The dock! That's where I saw this guy. He was on the dock!" He pounded the desk with his fist, his voice loud in his excitement of his epiphany.

"There was no one on the dock when we left," I replied trying to grasp at the same memory as Laurent, but having no luck.

"No! When we came back, he was there. He was helping some big guy pull in some little boat. At the time, I did not think much about it, but now… I seemed odd that they would be out in the water, that late in a little boat." Laurent was looking down at Edward's picture again as he ran through his memories.

"What was I doing?" How could I have missed this? I obviously saw him, but it never registered in my mind where.

"You were on the phone, trying to get someone out there to rescue her. You know, these guys were in wet suits. And this one looked like he had been swimming; his hair was wet. He had the oddest expression on his face…" My friend's voice trailed off as he furrowed his brow.

"What?" I was eager to find out every memory Laurent had of Edward. I spat the name in my head, eager to tear into this bastard.

"I don't know, he looked like he wanted to murder someone." Laurent's voice pulled me from my fantasies of revenge. That's when it struck me – the good doctor must have seen the bruises. Marie certainly wasn't wearing anything conducive to swimming that would hold up against the water of the ocean. He probably thought he was rescuing her. I almost laughed aloud at the thought. He must have poisoned her against me, convinced her to leave me.

Oh Marie. Look what your moment of weakness has caused. How could you allow a momentary lapse in judgment keep you away? Maybe she was afraid to come back, afraid of my reaction. She should be, but if she realized her mistake, I could forgive. She was worth it.

"James. Did you hear me?" Once again, Laurent pulled me from my thoughts.

I gave him a tight smile. "No, I was thinking."

"It's understandable. This must be horrible for you. Was she unhappy?" What was Laurent talking about? Marie would never leave on her own accord. Of course, she was happy.

"Yes, As far as I know," I offered knowing I needed to play this close to the cuff. I did not want Laurent to get wind of what I had planned for these two. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Yes. He got in a black sedan. I don't know, maybe a Mercedes or a BMW. I can't remember, but I do remember there were others in the car with him besides the big guy from the dock." My mind was reeling. Marie had been holding out on me. Two men, a boat and a car full of people all waiting to help her fake her death. But why and who else helped. Who was I kidding? I was furious with her for everything. She put me through hell with that little stunt of hers, disappearing like that.

She was slipping back into her former self and I would have to rebuild her again. I had to admit that I was looking forward to that. I would not go as easy on her this time around though. She already knew what I expected of her. First, she would have to atone for her betrayal, and even if it wasn't her fault, she still left me. Then I would retrain her, mold her, shape her until she reached that perfection she was so close to attaining before she left.

Could she be redeemed? I had to try. Try to purge the corruption from her, make her pure again and regain our love. Our reunion would be a sweet release after such a long absence – sweet as a lover's first kiss, yet with all the familiarity of rejoining with the woman that I knew inside and out.

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