Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Story is inspired by the Mexican novela "Caer en Tentation"

Bella

The memorial cleared out quickly after the police took Edward in, leaving me alone with his family. It was as if no one wanted part of being caught in a possible murderer's house. The caramel haired woman, Esme, was his mother and she cried on the couch as his father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, left as soon as Edward was taken to get his lawyer and get him all the help he could. The pixie-haired woman was Alice and her husband was Jasper Hale, Rosalie's brother. Everyone gathered in the living room as the children, including Alice's son Robbie, played outside on the trampoline.

"This is insane, Edward would never hurt Rosalie!" Esme cried. "He wouldn't do it, I know."

"People snap eventually," Alice said, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You've got to admit, Rosalie was uptight and not only did she not give a shit about my brother, the bitch was also planning on abandoning her daughter. I wouldn't be surprised if Edward found out about it and decided to kill her."

"Alice," Jasper snapped. "That's still my sister you're talking about."

"I know, Jasper, but you knew how much it bothered Edward that no matter what he did, it was never good enough for her. She was cheating on him, for god sakes!" That's when Alice looks at me. Her eyes darkened, almost accusing me of something. "Aren't you the lover's wife? Why are you here?"

The family then turns to me. I can feel the heat rising in my body.

"I've spoken with Edward several times," I said, my voice low. "He and I are on the same boat..." or at least I hope we are.

Esme gives me a sad smile. "I cannot imagine how all of this must be for you."

I couldn't answer, my head was still swirling with the recent events. I needed to leave. What if I was standing in the living room of not only my husband's mistress but also the man that killed her and tried to kill Emmett? This was too much to handle and I needed out now.

"I need to go. Boys!" I called out to them. They were in the backyard playing with Lucy and Alice's son, Robbie. "Let's go home!"

Esme gets up, writing something on a piece of paper. "Here, call me if you hear anything from the detectives, please."

I take the paper from her nervously. "I'll do what I can. I'll call if I know anything."

The boys were reluctant to leave, but after a stern look from me, we were in the car and on our way home. I couldn't get out of my head the possibility of Edward being a murderer. He didn't seem like the type of man who would harm his wife. But I had to keep reminding myself that I barely knew him. What if the whole devoted husband part was just a facade? Just lies after lies.

It was his gun.

They found his gun.

*S&L*

The next day after I got home from dropping the boys off at school, I found Detective Denali waiting for me by my front door. My heart instantly stopped as the worst case scenarios ran through my head.

He did it. He tried to kill Emmett.

"What happened?" I asked, breathlessly.

"I need you to come with me to the precinct."

"But what happened with Edward?"

"Come with me to the precinct. We'll talk there."

Nodding, I followed her to the police car. As soon as we get to the precinct, Detective Denali takes me to an interrogation room where I'm left alone for almost twenty minutes before she and Detective Black come in. The entire time I'm biting my nails, trying to think how he did it. Did he find out before they tried to run away? Did he follow her and then discover she was cheating, and in a fit of rage killed her and injured Emmett? Has he known this entire time?

When Detective Black and Denali walk in, I go off.

"What happened? Did he confess? Is he the one who did this?"

They take a seat across from me.

"Mr. Cullen has an alibi. According to him, he and his wife had a fight the night of the accident , afterwards he went to a bar where he stayed till midnight before going home. There is video surveillance from the bar and we tracked his phone which shows him going from the bar back to his house," Detective Black said.

A sigh of relief leaves me. I fell back against my chair, feeling as if I could breathe again.

He didn't do it.

"Where is he?" I asked, my hand pressed against my chest.

"He was released this morning," Detective Denali said.

"So what now?"

"The car found at the cabin belonged to your husband, but of course you knew that thanks to Detective Black," Denali said, the tone in her voice was mocking.

Black rolled his eyes.

"The car was scratched and dented, which indicates it's the car your husband's car was hit with. But when we checked it for fingerprints, it was spotless. As was the gun."

"So, whoever did this knew what they were doing."

"Exactly." She paused, quietly studying me before asking, "Where were you the night of the accident, Mrs. Swan?"

"What?" I gasp. "You think I did this?"

"Just answer the question," Denali said. "Where were you that night?"

"I was at home with my children," I snapped. "I put them to bed and I went to sleep myself. You can ask my maid, Rita, and she'll tell you I never left the house!"

"Around what time did you put the boys to bed?" She asked, writing it down on her notepad.

"Early. Around nine."

"And at what time did you go to sleep?"

"Later," I answered, curtly. "I can't be exact on what time."

Detective Denali stops writing and looks at me. "Did you talk to your maid before you went to bed?"

"Yes, but she went home before I went to bed. I think it might have been ten, I can't be sure. It wasn't long after I put the boys to bed."

Detective Denali shoots Detective Black a look, but he doesn't look back at her. His finger begins tapping the top of the steel table.

"Very well then," Detective Denali muttered. "Just so I get this straight, you put your children to bed around nine pm and your maid left shortly after that. After that, you don't remember what time you went to bed?"

"I had wine that night," I said, clenching my jaw. "Forgive me, my memory is a little foggy."

Detective Denali huffs, standing up.

"You'll stay here until we can confirm your alibi." She walks to the door, but Detective Black doesn't follow her. "Jacob."

"I'll be right there, Tanya."

Tanya rolls her eyes and walks out of the room, slamming the door on her way out. I get the feeling she isn't my biggest fan, but why do I care? The bitch cannot be pointing fingers at me. I wouldn't do this and I would certainly remember murdering someone.

Jacob leans over the table. "Bella, is there anyone you can think of that would want to hurt your husband?"

"No! I've told you this before. He's a literary agent, for god sakes. I doubt he'll have any enemies that would go to this extent!"

"Bella, I need you to think of anyone. Anything. Right now, anyone could be a suspect and without your husband's input on what happened that night, we don't have much to go on."

All I can do is shrug. I was at a total loss. Did they seriously think I could've done this? Hurt my husband and then Rosalie?

"This is just customary," Detective Black said, as if he'd known where my thoughts had gone. "Based on our findings, we are looking for a man who did this. This is just to rule you out completely."

I nod, at a loss.

Black sighed and much to my surprise, took my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Deep down, I appreciate the offer and the small amount of comfort it gave me. He assured me they'll be back as soon as they check my alibi and left the room.

Almost an hour goes by before they come back.

"Well, your maid can account for you being home, as far as she knows," Denali said. "But you're still not out of the question since you can't seem to remember at what time you went to bed and have no way of proving it."

I stand up, taking my purse with me. "Trust me, I would know if I harmed another human being. That woman was his lover, but I would never harm her."

Denali narrowed her eyes at me, her lips pressed into a fine line. "Very well, Mrs. Swan. Have a good rest of your day."

I walk out without saying anything. It's absurd they would think I would have anything to do with Rosalie's murder. I could never do that.

As soon as I walk out of the interrogation room, I see Edward walking into the precinct. I stop cold on my tracks when our eyes meet from across the crowded room.

"Bella." He approaches me quickly, dodging people and desks on his way over to me. He looks like hell. He's still in the clothes he was in when I last saw him. Dark circles outline his emerald eyes and his hair was definitely a lost cause.

"Edward, what are you doing here? I thought you were released this morning?"

"I was, my dad picked me up. I went to your house as soon as I could because I wanted to talk to you and Rita told me you were brought in. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

"They didn't pressure you into saying anything, did they?" The tone of his voice became hard, protective. He turns, guiding me out of the building with his hand on my lower back.

I try not to let it get the best of me, but my body jerks the moment he touches me. I'm suddenly hyper aware of where he's touching me, of how warm his hand feels.

"No, my alibi checked out. I guess they need to question every possible person," I said. Knowing what I know now, I feel guilty for doubting him. "Are you okay?"

His shoulders visibly relaxed and he took a deep breath. We stopped just outside the doors of the precinct and stepped aside to let some people in. Edward turns to me, his hands buried in his front pockets.

"I would've liked not to have been brought in in broad daylight, in front of my entire family and press. But, I proved my innocence and that's all I care about." His emerald eyes study me, looking unsure. "I… please, believe me when I say I had nothing to do with this."

"I believe you." I reach out, pulling a stray bronze hair that's fallen on his forehead back into place. The act caught both of us off guard. I instantly pull my hand back, clutching it to my chest.

The edges of his lips twitch, but he instantly wipes away the grin and nods toward the parking lot. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

"Oh, no it's okay. I'll take an Uber or something."

Edward rolls his eyes. "I'm not letting you take an Uber when I have a perfectly good car.

"Edward, seriously, I don't want to impose."

"You're not. I'm offering, Bella, and not just that. Maybe…" he trails off, looking down at his feet. "Well, the kids should be out of school soon. Maybe we can stop by for pizza and eat with them? Together?" Edward rubs the back of his neck and laughs nervously. "I could really use some company outside of my overbearing family."

I shouldn't have smiled at the idea, but I did because I also wanted company. I wanted someone to talk to. Someone who understood what I was going through. Just an afternoon with my boys... and him and Lucy. There is a thing about Edward Cullen, something about him and the way he smiled that made it impossible for me to say no. A simple look from him and I was dazzled, trapped in his bewitchment. I should be reasonable and keep my distance from this man. I should say no, but then he gives me that crooked smirk and I'm done for.

"Okay," I said. "I would love that."

*S&L*

Jacob

"They seem oddly close, don't they?" Tanya asked as we watched them walk to his Volvo in the parking lot.

I don't respond. Instead I watch as he opens the passenger side of the car and steps back, letting Bella in his car. I catch a glimpse of the look she gives him as she gets in. On the smile.

"If only I had friends like that," she said sarcastically.

"Tanya."

"Jacob, you're letting your slight attraction to that woman get in the way of the investigation. What's to say her maid wasn't lying?"

"Why would the maid lie?"

"Well, she wouldn't have to find a new job."

"No. You've met Bella, does she really look like the kind of person who would hurt someone?"

"You hurt someone enough and you'll just have to see," she mutters. She takes a step closer to me and says, "Get your head out of the gutter, Jacob. This missing person case just became a murder one and our two suspects with clear motives just got into a car together."

I step away from her. "Two suspects with clear motives and alibis. Look into more suspects. As of right now, I want us to interrogate anyone who had anything to do with Emmett and Rosalie. Not one person goes without an interrogation."

"Whatever you say. You are the boss." She walks to the door, but stops before stepping out and looks at me. "For a detective, you've failed to see the way Mr. Cullen looks at her; it's not the way a friend looks at a friend, Jacob."

I sigh, rubbing my face with both my hands. She isn't wrong. The way they were acting, Edward and Isabella, was not how I was expecting them to act at all. Edward wasn't the usual grieving widower and Bella… I'm not even sure how someone is supposed to react in this situation. From what we've found out in our investigation, she doesn't have much family aside from her children and her mother who lives in Florida. Could she really just be leaning toward Edward Cullen because they've both been betrayed?

Why was she at the memorial in the first place? What would she get out of it? And for him to come back for her after we'd clear him?

I don't believe Bella could've hurt Emmett and Rosalie. I'm still suspicious about Edward Cullen, but his alibi checked out perfectly. There has to be someone else. Someone that knew about the affair.

The days turned into weeks as we questioned every possible person in connection to Emmett and Rosalie, but everyone had an alibi, no one had a motive or opportunity to do something like this. We've already determined Rosalie took Mr. Cullen's gun for a reason, but why? If they were going out of town, why would she take a gun that's registered under her husband's name?

During our interrogation with her brother, Jasper, we found out they have another brother from their father's first marriage, Garret Hale. But since his father's first divorce was nasty, he lost joint custody and they rarely ever saw their half brother. We looked into his records and outside of some arrests for disorderly conduct, there was nothing. His last known address was from Arizona three years ago.

"I think we may have a little breakthrough," Tanya said when she walked in the briefing room with a folder in hand. By now, it's been two weeks since we've interrogated Bella and Mr. Cullen.

"What do you have?" I ask, looking away from the board.

She drops a file on the table and I open it.

Jessica Stanley

"Who is this?" I ask, going through the file. There wasn't much to her. She's a literary agent, just like Emmett. The worst she had on her record was a traffic violation, but other than that, her file was clean.

"She was Emmett's assistant nine years back. I interrogated her and she confessed quickly."

"Confessed to what exactly?" I arch a brow.

"She and Emmett Swan had a relationship dating back to the days she was his assistant. They were on and off until he met Rosalie. She said he had a reputation at the office for being a lady's man. Rosalie Cullen wasn't the only woman Emmett cheated on Mrs. Swan with."

Bastard. Why would he have the need to go around and cheat? Why not just leave his wife if he wasn't happy at home?

"So you think whoever did this was one of his ex lovers?"

Tanya shrugs, sitting on the table. "He never wanted more than just a couple fucks. Then out of the blue, Rosalie comes into play and he's ready to give up everything for her. That ought to piss an ex-mistress off, don't you think?"

"Does Jessica have an alibi?" I asked, dropping her file on the table.

"She does and I've already looked into it. It checks out, but she did give me a list of names."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go have a chat with Emmett Swan's ex-mistresses."

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"How many times have I made a fool of myself for saying what an amazing husband and father he was?"