I know some of you didn't approve of what happened, but it's just the way the story played out. Maybe if I waited another month or two before posting that I would have come up with something different, but I didn't. Thank you for reviewing and letting me know your thoughts! Good or bad, I like hearing from you. I assure you, Jane's comeuppance will come.

Song: If you Could Only See - Tonic

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I eventually decided that I needed to give her the space that she wanted. Forcing my presence on her when she just wasn't capable of dealing with me too would likely have done more harm than good. I couldn't hurt her any more. It was a battle though, forcing myself to get up and walk away from the room. My back was sore as hell after sitting there for who knows how long, but I silently made my way down the large, winding wooden staircase to the main floor. I knew I wouldn't sleep, so I took a shower and got dressed in some jeans and a white t-shirt.

I just moved on autopilot, making some coffee. Then I sat there in the kitchen with my phone, wallet, and keys as I drank my caffeine.

The silence was numbing, so much so that I jumped from the sound of Zeus jumping onto the floor on the floor above me. I looked over at the clock, and of course it was five, on the dot.

He was loud down the stairs, where Bella was completely silent. He ran over to me in the kitchen, and Bella didn't look anywhere but at her feet as she silently moved into our room, and I heard the shower turn on.

She couldn't possibly be thinking of going to work today. I stayed where I was and continued to fill myself with caffeine. I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Forty minutes later, Bella came out in a pair of pale, short, denim shorts, a light-blue tank top and black and purple high tops. Her hair was up in a high pony tail and she had her gym bag slung over her shoulder.

"I'm ready to go if you are," she said in a small voice, making my heart clench.

"You shouldn't go in today, just call-"

"I'm not going to hide away in the house, and filming isn't going to stop because of my fucked up personal shit. I knew what I was doing when I did it, and I'll deal with the fallout. Can we just go?"

I got up from my stool, walking around to her, but when she realized what I was doing she turned and walked over to the garage before I could reach her. She was already closing her door to the truck when I got into the garage. She even had Zeus up in the front bench, creating a barrier between us.

I drove to the studio silently. Not a word was spoken between us until after we had parked and gotten out of the truck.

"I'll be finished by seven, but we'll just wait for you. I have the extra key."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Can I just… can I give you a hug before you leave?"

Her eyes watered, and my breathing became shallow as she shook her head slightly, looking like she really, really didn't want to be making the gesture. She wanted me to hold her, she needed me to. I could feel it. She wouldn't let herself though.

So, even at the risk of my girl putting me on my back in the parking lot, I stepped forward quickly, grabbing her before she could get away and pulling her against me to hold her tightly. Her entire body shuddered and a painful, quiet sob escaped her.

"I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I love you so fucking much Bella, and I'm so, so sorry."

"I love you too," she whimpered, then pulled away before walking quickly in the direction of her studio. She kept her head held high despite the fact that nearly every single person in the crowd she walked through stopped what they were doing to watch her pass. They whispered to their friends, and my anger was disorienting as I watched them feeding Bella's worst fear.

I walked to my set after checking my phone for my schedule, and the atmosphere was tense as I sat down with Jane and Marcus.

I couldn't pretend like nothing happened.

"You're a fucking bitch, as I hope karma ruins your life. I've never wanted to hit a woman in my life more than I do now."

"Edward-" Marcus gasped, letting me know immediately that Bella didn't tell him who had threatened to leak. I turned to him, not hiding my rage.

"She did this to Bella, and I can't just look around that Marcus. I'm a good actor though, I'll still play my part better than anyone else ever could, but aside from my script, I'm not going to speak a fucking word to her. I can't do it, I can't stand her, and I can't be civil to her. It's going to take everything I have not to just knock her the fuck out."

Marcus I think only caught on to the important part.

"You were the one that threatened her," he stated coldly, and Jane was pale as a sheet.

"You can't fire me, we have a contract," she said in a trembling voice.

"No, I can't fire you. But I can make your life a living hell." Jane's eyes welled with tears. "Why? Why would you do that? What did she ever do to you?"

"She has everything!" Jane cried angrily, shooting up from her chair. "She's pretty, she's talented, she's smart. She's marrying LA's biggest star, one of the most famous directors known to America treats her like she's his fucking daughter, all this fucking shit is just falling into her lap and she barely lifted a finger for it. And to top it all off you're fucking dressing me up like her! Don't think I don't know I'm a fucking back-up choice, how do you think that makes me feel? You can't say that you haven't seen the way she taunts me. It's not fucking fair! She can't have it all," she wailed.

Jesus Christ, she had to be the most selfish person I'd ever met in my life. She was five years older than Bella, but acted five years younger.

"You're so fucking wrong Jane. Bella's life has been hell and torture, one long nightmare. She had one chance to start over and live without her past shadowing her, to be a person and not a victim, and you stole that from her. You ruined her chance at freedom."

Her eyes watered, but I really wasn't sure if it was guilt, or frustration. Or maybe anger.

But what I really think it was, was her being upset that she hadn't gotten her way… or all of it. She wanted to hurt Bella, and though she stole her weapon from her, that Bella did it herself, I think Jane knew she'd still done her damage with what Bella had seen.

Damage I didn't know if I could repair.

Others started filing onto the set, and our conversation ended as we all got up and joined them.

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We finished two scenes in the morning over four hours, before Marcus switched over to the next set, with a new crew. We had a while before we were needed, Jane and I, but I went along anyways. I hung back and watched curiously, slightly hidden, as Bella filmed her first scene. I had told her I'd be here to silently cheer her on, and though I doubted it was what she still wanted, I kept my promise anyways.

When she caught sight of me leaning against the wall, she didn't look angry and she didn't tell me to leave, which provided a bit of comfort.

She didn't look nervous at all. Not when she was directing Mike and the extras, and not when Marcus was directing the both of them. They worked really well together, and they had a huge audience as I watched the scene that I knew Bella had pretty much written herself. I knew that she'd personally trained every single person in that shot, choreographed it as well, and I swelled with pride as I watched it. It was cool seeing this shit in movies, but it was even more amazing watching it in real time. Bella and Mike fought their way out of the elevator, then the lobby, moving together naturally and easily in perfect synchronisation. They worked like they were two parts of a whole.

Jane and I got called back in, and it took Marcus a little bit, with a lot of help from Bella, to get both of us to overlap the ending of their scene.

Jane flinched every time Bella moved, and under any better circumstances I would have laughed. I just didn't have it in me though, not when my girl couldn't even bring herself to look at me.

He made us do it over, and over again. Running, running, and I knew what he was doing. Jane's legs were trembling from doing the shot over and over in those heals.

We were all shocked when it was Bella who put her foot down.

"Cut the shit Mac. You have the shot, and it looks like you're about to lose an actress."

Jane was looking at her with tears in her eyes.

"Thanks you, Bree."

"That's not my name, as you very well know," she said sweetly, making Jane blanch. "And you're still a fucking bitch. I'd just rather spend my time elsewhere then watching you attempt to run."

"I know."

"Good. Mac, are we done yet?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Okay, that's a wrap! We're recording the voice overs in two hours people! Take a break to get yourselves cleaned up."

When I turned back to try to catch Bella before she left, she was already gone. I just caught a brief glance of her walking out a door with Mike. I dejectedly went back to my changing room, had a shower, got changed back into my jeans and t-shirt, then just sat there until my reminder for the recording went off on my phone.

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The days became monotonous, meaningless, uneventful as time continued to pass, and the days blurred together.

Bella couldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me, without her eyes filling with tears.

She stayed though, and that one little text she'd sent me after the first day back on set was the only thing keeping me sane.

I'm sorry. I love you, but I need time.

She continued to sleep in the guestroom upstairs. She went to work every day with her head held high, despite the way people looked at her, whispered, cornered her and told her how sorry they were that she had to go through something like that.

She hated it, moving through it I know was pure torture for her, but she did it. Every single day.

Zeus stayed with her during the day, but… she would send him with me as soon as we got home.

I had the feeling that she didn't want me to be alone, which fucking killed me. She couldn't be with me herself, so she sent her only friend to stay with me instead. She'd rather be alone herself than to let me be alone.

She hid in that guest room from the moment we got home, until she came down to use our shower in the morning before we left.

We didn't eat together any more, but we still drove in together. Those drives were the highlights of my days, even though they were torture.

She hadn't left me though. She hadn't hinted at wanting to break-up, move out, get her own vehicle. She still wore her ring. That was my blessing in this, she loved me too much to leave me. She was just too hurt to be with me too.

I did the only thing I could do. I tried to give her time and space like she wanted, but made sure that she knew I was still here, waiting, hoping, praying that someday she'd be able to forgive me enough to let me touch her again, because she hadn't let me get close enough to her to try since that hug over two weeks ago.

It was killing me, or close. Torture. If she wanted to kill me, she would have left.

She just needed time.

I prayed that she still just needed time.

We were trapped alone in the house for the day as we packed for London. The whole set was shut down as everyone took the day to prepare.

We couldn't really leave to do anything, even if we had wanted to. There had been a horde of reporters trying to get their hands on Bella for weeks.

She was the biggest, juiciest piece of gossip Hollywood had ever seen.

It had been bad when they just wanted information on her because she was my girlfriend, and then they'd gotten hungry finding out about her work history. Well known procurer for the New York Historical Society, lead investor and shareholder in two of the biggest and most successful businesses in New York, her hobbies working security and teaching self-defence lessons.

Then she'd become a choreographer in a major motion picture.

Then a stunt double for an A-class actress in said motion picture.

And now, she was like a big fucking unicorn to them, and everyone wanted to catch her. She'd written a chart-topping screen play at the age of fourteen after being abducted and attacked by America's most famous serial killer.

She was Victor Hunter's brunette, Bella Swan was the woman America had been searching for, for the last six years almost. She was an award-winning fighter, she'd been in witness protection and on the run for half of her life, she'd gone to schools all over the country.

She was an unending gold-mine for the press, and Heidi Recetti is the only reporter she'd ever given a word to.

The wolves were ravenous and relentless. They slept in sleeping bags outside of our gate. I'd had to hire a security team just so we could get in and out of our property, otherwise they'd just fucking jump onto my wind shield.

Bella had hated it before, and I don't know what she was doing with it now.

I hadn't seen my Bella in those warm chocolate-brown eyes in weeks.

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She was taking Marcus' jet with me, but she didn't sit with me. She was lying on the couch with a drugged-up Zeus, petting his fur soothingly until he fell asleep when the plane steadied in the air.

Then she just curled up with him, her eyes looking empty and lost as she stared at nothing.

"Edward, you have to do something," Marcus whispered. Didi was sitting next to him, nodding with tears in her eyes as she watched her.

"There's nothing I can do besides give her space." I dragged my hand through my hair in frustration. "She's doubled her therapy sessions though, so even if she's not talking to us, she's still working on it."

He knew why, I'd told him what happened. I'd felt like I owed it to him to tell him that eventually something was going to come out about Jane, regardless of if it effected his movie or not. I had no doubt Bella would ruin her like she said, and I wouldn't stop her. I'd even hired my own people to look into her. He felt protective of Bella though, because he loved her. I knew her father had been one of his best friends. He'd never had children of his own, and Bella was like some sort of combination of god-daughter and niece to him. I couldn't push her though. I knew her better than anyone, and I knew she just had too much on her shoulders. I had to be patient.

She'd never shown any interest in dating, she'd never even kissed someone besides me before. I was her first everything, boyfriend, lover… fiancé. She had absolute trust and faith in me, and onlyme. I asked her to marry me, and then she'd caught me kissing another woman.

And to make it even worse, she saw it when I was trying to pretend Jane washer.

I'd been cheated on before, and I knew how much it fucking hurt. And it was never by someone whom I'd cared about as much as I did Bella. This was a first for her. I was really all she had, the only other person she talked to was her brother, and he was in fucking New York, trying to run two businesses and take care of a very pregnant wife.

But I also knew that Bella knew there was nothing between Jane and I. She knew that I hated her. She was just hurt, hurt too much to deal with me yet.

. . .

We unloaded the plane in the pouring rain at the private landing strip in London. Zeus was glued to my side, bouncing around like a rabbit and being so fucking overjoyed at being on solid ground, as I looked for Bella. Just so I could keep an eye on her from an acceptable distance, after she vanished into thin air.

She was leaning against one of the vans, her face tilted up to the sky, letting the rain just wash over her.

She looked so sad, so lonely, but so fucking beautiful.

Like she just felt me, she opened her eyes, looking over at me.

"We're almost ready to head to the hotel," I said gently, and she lightly pushed off of the van. She walked over to me, keeping a careful distance as we walked over to our van. I got the door for her, and she climbed in first before Zeus jumped in with her and took up the rest of the back bench. I sat in front of her and the van filled up with more crew, and the cabin was filled with loud chatter as we went to the hotel.

Bella looked panicked when we pulled up, the place was already a damn zoo for the press. They called in police and put up those half-gates to keep the entry clear. After the other guys cleared out I followed, and waited under the blinding flashes as Bella climbed out. After she straightened up, face composed, calm and confident while half hidden by her sunglasses, she let out an easy whistle and Zeus navigated his way out from the back seat, and followed by her side as we walked in. She ignored the shouted questions, begging for answers about Victor. Did she kill him? Was she hunting him to? Would she be making another statement? Writing another movie? And ones that made me want to dive in and beat the shit out of them for having the balls to ask. Asking her if she had helped him, if they were in love. Throwing the names of all those girls at her like knives, wanting to know if she'd known them, or maybe picked them out herself for him. It was fucking sick what they were sinking to just to try to get a reaction from her. And it was all mixed in with questions about our relationship, the engagement. When our wedding would be and if we planned on having children.

No one else was close enough to see that she was trembling. I knew behind those glasses her eyes would be watering.

I checked us in, and watched as Bella scanned the room, pulling up a few bugs and even a small camera.

I took them from her, and went down to the main desk, reaming out the people working there. The girl looked like she was trying her damnest not to cry, and I felt like shit realizing that she had nothing to do with it. So I apologized and asked her gently to get the manager for me before I tore him a new asshole.

Our meals were complimentary for our three-week stay. Everything was complimentary, the owner had fucking begged me. He knew all I had to do to ruin him was walk straight out the front doors and talk. I'd have a hundred cameras eagerly awaiting me and my every word, it would only take me a minute. I told them to send up some burgers, salad, and something with chocolate in it. I hadn't seen Bella eat in over a day. Not last night, not before we left, and not during the eleven and a half hour flight. We left at five in the morning, and it was just after two in the morning here in London now.

Jet lag was going to suck.

I went back up to our room, and Bella was curled up in a blanket on the couch, typing away on a purple, sparkly laptop. As always, I couldn't help but just watch her for a moment because it was always so hard to look away from her. I took a small tour of the suite, and it was pretty nice. A comfortably large living room with plush, luxurious chairs and sofas in a warm cream leather, dark wood furniture accents. A fire place. It had its own small kitchenette and a dining table.

The bedroom was by far the most gorgeous room, dominated by a large, high, four-poster bed. The dark wood accents were carried through in the large frame and tables, as well as the warm cream colour in the large comforter, pillows, and heavy curtains leading out to a private balcony. The view was gorgeous, but my eyes were just pulled back to that bed.

I bet if I threw her on it, she'd just sink and get lost in the impressive fluffiness of it.

There was only one bed, and there was no fucking way my fiancé was sleeping on the couch, so I carried her suitcases into the bedroom, setting them up on the leather bench that was at the end of the bed. I put my shower shit in the bathroom with my suitcase of casual clothes, and hung my dry cleaning in the front closet so it would be taken out. Room service rang while I was there, and I took the cart from the young, stuttering and trembling kid. He couldn't have been older than seventeen, and I gave him a pretty awesome tip with a big thank-you when he said he could take my dry-cleaning too.

Bella was looking up, curiously and warily when I came in, then she saw the cart. The food looked and smelled awesome, but I knew I probably wouldn't be able to eat if I couldn't get her to. I pulled my hand through my hair nervously before I cleared my throat.

"You didn't eat anything this morning or on the plane and… I got bacon, extra pickles," I said with a hopeful smile.

She looked like she was having trouble breathing, and her eyes watered. I dropped down to the floor in front of her practically instantly. I needed to touch her so badly, every inch of my skin was burning and aching for it, but I couldn't.

"I'm so fucking sorry baby, I am, I hated every second of it and I panicked. There was no good option and I just fucking panicked. I had to take the chance to try to spare you from it."

"So you would have just lied about it?" She whispered in the smallest voice. It was the most she'd said to me in weeks, and every syllable was bliss and torture, every second being able to look in her eyes was the worst and best sort of pain.

"No, I was just trying to buy time. I just thought that it was the better option, kissing her instead of her sending out her info. I just thought it would buy us some time to get some leverage on her to stop her from letting it out. I panicked. Baby, you know that I've never liked her, you knew long before it that I couldn't even stand her. The only reason it happened was because of this," I said gesturing to her. "I knew what that secret would do to you, and… Bella, it's killing me to see you like this. You were right though, I should have known that she'd still leak it either way. I took a chance and I shouldn't have, it was wrong. But I don't even like her, and I love you more than my own fucking life. You are my life. Please, just tell me what I can do baby, please let me back in."

She was shaking, and crying, and struggling to breathe. I knew this was torturing her too, she wanted and needed me just as much as I did her. Our relationship was dependant, needy, greedy, and unhealthy. It was addictive and consuming, but it was us, and when we let it thrive were burned like the fucking sun.

She wanted me, but couldn't let herself.

"It hurts so much Edward," she whimpered. "I know you love me, but it's all I can see when I look at you. You kissed her and held her like she was me."

"Not because I wanted to, only because that was her condition," I pleaded. "Baby, that's the only fucking reason, I swear. It was wrong, it felt wrong, it made me fucking sick. You're the only woman I've ever been with like that. Ever."

She needed me to touch her, but I could see it was a lose-lose situation and choice for her. Touching me would hurt just as much as not.

But she loved me.

So I took the choice away from her.

I pulled her off of the couch, onto my lap and into my arms, holding her flush against me with a leg on either side of me. I held her tightly, maybe too tightly, but I had to. I crushed her against me and held her as tightly as I could. Desperately. That's what this was, desperation. I needed her to fucking live, and I knew she did too.

Her cries were so painful, each one tore at me in the worst sort of way. She couldn't hold me back, but she wouldn't push me away either. She let me hold her and cried herself to sleep against me. She didn't even stir when I lifted her up and tucked her into the luxurious bed.

I went back to the living room, not even bothering to get changed. I just hit the lights and dropped back onto the couch Bella had been sitting on, lying down. Zeus came over with a quiet whimper, lying down on the floor next to me. I started dragging my hands through his thick, soft fur, the only light coming from the large windows over-looking the city, and the blue blinking light on Bella's laptop.

My stomach growled, and I reached blindly for one of the burgers on the table. I smacked her laptop by accident, waking it up from its sleep and lighting up the room with its glow. I squinted against the light for a moment before reaching to close it.

But then I saw what it was. An open word document.

I shouldn't have… but it was impossible not to read.

'… Alec pulled out my chair for me as always, his eyes scanning the room for some sign of danger.

"There aren't any assassins hiding out in Program Coding one-oh-one Alec," I told him, trying to put on a convincing smile.

I was a horrible actress though, and he gave me that worrying, pitying look that I hated almost as much as Victor himself.

"That's what good assassins want you to think," he teased, and it was almost enough to make me laugh. "Why are we still in this class, any ways? You could teach this course if you wanted to. Just ask him to take the exam already, you finished all the course work."

I appreciated the compliment. It was the biggest thing we had in common, the love of messing with computers to the point of art. It almost made me feel like we were friends, but we weren't. No one got me like Angela, and once you have a real friend, it's easy not to need half ones.

"For the social aspect, of course," I teased dryly, and he snorted.

Alec was the extent of my social life at college, and he was a fucking body guard. I was his job, not his friend. Besides, he was like six years older than me.

Sometimes it was nice pretending like I had more than one friend though. I've been told my brother doesn't count, which is bullshit...'

I smiled, and kept reading.

'...In an attempt to cheer me up I think, Alec used the messaging network to snake into the professor's computer. I watched in fascination as he started going through his e-mails, looking for something good. Ignoring the knock on the door.

"Hey, B?" I looked up at Matthew, who was standing in front of me with a smile. He was always so nice to me, despite my anti-social behaviour, and being about five years younger than most of the people in my class. "Some guy named Mark said this was the other half of a project?"

"Oh, thank you!" I said, smiling. This was awesome, I'd be able to leave right after class now, and we'd all be back in time to have dinner at the diner in Forks. Dad couldn't bake for shit, and I was looking forward to my birthday-blueberry cobbler.

This class was boring as hell though, but not wanting to skip and ruin my perfect attendance, or talk to the creepy professor, I slipped in the CD to go over what he did.

There was some sort of virus on it. It took over my screen with a video, and the sound was loud through my headphones.

There he was. Staring back at me from my screen, wearing the same creepy smile he'd always reserved for looking at me. The last three years had made quite the difference in his appearance. He was bigger, his hair longer, and his eyes… there was a quality to them that was frightening. He looked unstable, crazy.

Dangerous.

That wasn't what made me gasp though. I didn't believe what I was seeing. There was Ang, sitting next to him in the back seat of some car. There was a strip of grey tape covering her mouth, muffling her cries as tears ran steadily from her puffy red eyes. She was in her pyjamas.

I knew from the way she was sitting that her arms were probably taped behind her back too. I knew that position too well.

Victor cleared his throat, smiling brightly as he draped an arm over her shoulders comfortably.

"There were a few discrepancies in your film Isabella, I thought I would address some of them in my own film. A sequel if you will…"

I screamed, falling out of my chair, ripping the headphones out of my laptop as I went down, and the audio filled the room.

"You two were always such a pretty pair, but her hair is much too long. You always look best with short hair, Isabella," he cooed, talking to Angela like she was me before taking a knife, grabbing her hair and slicing off the length of it at her shoulders.

Alec slammed my laptop shut, and was on his phone with his boss already, calling in and alerting his team. He forgot for a moment though, who I was, and reached out to help me up, making me break into a full on panic attack when he grabbed onto my arm. He dropped his phone once he remembered, just as quickly as he'd let go of me. I was already too far gone though. I don't even remember hitting the ground.

Sometimes, it was still easiest just to shut down.

Sometimes, I didn't have a choice, because my mind just wasn't able to process or handle it all any more.

Whenever someone touched me, all I felt was him.

The room was cleared when I finally came to again, and my brother was lying next to me on the floor, talking to me soothingly as he tried to make me meet his eyes. He inched closer and closer to me, and I shuddered when his hand eventually reached out and rested on my arm...'

I stopped reading then, because I couldn't take another second of it.

It wasn't like reading a fictional book, I knew what it was. It felt more like reading a diary, because Bella was writing out her life.

She was writing again. I knew this was the 'homework' Sib must have given her.

I looked at the word count. I was close to the end of the document, maybe fifty pages from the end of it, but it was already over three-hundred thousand words.

A part of me was tempted to read it of course, but a larger part of me didn't want to. It terrified me.

That was a lot.

And I knew that there was a lot more to come in her story. She'd barely started.

I didn't want to read it. I wanted to know her past, everything, but definitely not like this.

I scrolled back up to where I'd started, then gently closed the lid. The words were still there though, burning through my eyelids. Her words painted such a clear picture for me; not just what she saw, but what she felt.

What she felt as she watched her best and only friend tied up, knowing that she was about to go through the exact same thing that had nearly killed her. It had killed her, just not in the literal sense.

I couldn't sleep, my mind was spinning, and I took a couple Xanax before I could drive myself insane.

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*Sigh.*