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

Oh you can't hear me cry

See my dreams all die

From where you're standing

On your own

It's so quiet here

And I feel so cold

This house no longer

Feels like home

Ooh, mm

Ooh, mm

Oh, when you told me you'd leave

I felt like I couldn't breath

My aching body fell to the floor

Then I called you at home

You said that you weren't alone

I should've known better

Now it hurts much more

Ooh, mm

Ooh, mm

You caused my heart to bleed and

You still owe me a reason

'Cause I can't figure out why

Why I'm alone and freezin'

While you're in the bed that she's in

And I'm just left alone to cry

-So Cold by Ben Cocks

Bella

It's been almost two weeks since we were interrogated by the detectives and we haven't heard from them. It made Edward and I very agitated because all that followed after our interrogations were speculations by the media. Did they still suspect him? Or me? Were we in this together? Did they have a different lead?

Because of this, Edward and I have been in constant contact. I don't know what it is, but talking to him brought a comfort I've rarely felt in the last couple of years, especially in the last couple of weeks. Sometimes, when I can't sleep and neither can he, our minds reeling over what's going on in our lives, we'll call each other and we don't need to have a conversation. We could stay quiet, just listening to the other breathing until sleep finally took over. I thought it wrong to develop a close relationship with another man, to seek comfort in someone else, but then when I think back to what our spouses did, I realized a friendship had nothing on an affair.

We've also started having dinner together with our children from time to time. The kids got along so well they hardly noticed everything that was happening around them, and it was a nice break from our chaotic reality. We would order pizza or Chinese, watch the kids play around and laugh like everything was okay in the world. I rarely had those moments growing up. I can't remember much about what our life was like before my dad died, and what I did remember after he died was how mom worked hours to no end, so we hardly got to spend any time together. So those moments we got to spend with our children, giving them a chance to be kids and enjoy their days, regardless of what was going on, made me appreciate having Edward by my side even more. I've even started to wonder how the hell I would get through this without him. But I won't have to find out. At least for now.

A knock on the front door brings me out of my train of thought. I give Rita a slight nod before getting up from the kitchen counter and walk over to the front door. To my shock, Jessica Stanley is standing at my doorstep. I haven't spoken to her since before Emmett's accident.

"Jessica," I greet with a smile. "Hi. What are you doing here?"

I've always been very fond of her. She used to be Emmett's assistant for a couple of years before she got promoted to agent. Emmett first introduced me to her at the office Christmas party almost eight years ago and she was so sweet. We became close and I would even say she was considered a family friend, even boys even call her auntie. It was nice to have someone outside of Emmett and the boys. We would go shopping together and have an occasional lunch together throughout the week. But since the accident, and everything that's been going on, I haven't reached out.

Jess gives me a tense smile. "Bella, I'm so sorry to intrude, I just wanted to see how you've been with everything going on."

"I know, I'm sorry I haven't reached out. It's been…" I trail off, trying to find the right words. I sigh and give her a shrug. "Would you like to come in?"

"Have you spoken to Detective Black?" She asked out of the blue.

Her question caught me off guard. I notice her posture, rigid, one of her hands tightly gripping her pure and her shoulder scrunched up to her ears. She looked afraid, nervous I'd say.

"H-how do you know about Detective Black?"

Jessica swallows hard, and her fingers fidget with the ends of her shirt.

"They questioned me last week," she said. "I thought they would have spoken to you by now."

"No," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. A chill runs down my spine. This isn't good. "I haven't spoken to them in weeks. Why did they question you? What happened?"

Jessica looks down at her hands, picking at her thumb. "They asked about my history with Emmett."

That? Well, obviously, she's been working with Emmett for so long, they'd assume she would know something. I want to relax, but her body language doesn't help.

"Did you know about his affair?" I ask quietly.

Jessica nods slowly.

My stomach drops.

"I did. And not just that, Bella." She finally looks at me, her hazel eyes fogged with unshed tears. "Emmett and I, we... We slept together. On more than one occasion."

Air leaves me, as if someone had punched me in the gut.

"W-what?" My eyes welled up with tears.

"Jaime was a year old and Emmett was always talking about how you were always tired when he got home that you hardly let him... Our thing was something casual, no feelings, no attachments. I was okay when he ended it because I saw you as a friend and I hated what we were doing behind your back. But just because he ended it with me, it didn't mean he stopped. Emmett would sleep with random women on his business trips, office parties, literally anyone who would say yes until he met Rosalie five years ago."

"Emmett didn't know Rosalie five years ago," I snap, my fists clenching in tight fists. "Five years ago I was pregnant with Noah."

Jessica looks at me with tearful eyes. "Bella, I know. Emmett met Rosalie here at Poppy's Cafe two months before you gave birth." She sighs, running her hands through her hair. "I know because I was here with him when he approached her. She was with some woman with short pixie hair. He saw her across the room and approached her, they talked when the other woman left for the bathroom and then we left. After that I didn't see her again until months later. I was on my way back to my office when I saw her walk out of his office while fixing her skirt. It wasn't hard to guess what they had been doing.

"Emmett was a known player in our office, and we didn't have the heart to tell you."

It takes me a moment to register what she's saying. Emmett knew her longer than any of us had imagined. He was cheating before I even gave birth to my son, and Jessica knew? And this whole time I thought we were friends and that I could trust her... and she stabbed me in the back. She knew what Emmett was doing!

"Bella, I'm so-"

Slap!

Her face turns to the side with the force I use to slap her. I push her back, away from my front door and towards the porch steps. She stumbles back, but catches herself on the railing before she could fall down. My heart is beating at a hundred per hour, hammering hard against my chest. So hard, so loud, and my mind clouds with rage.

"How dare you?" I yelled. "I brought you into my home, around my children! And all while you were fucking my husband!"

"Bella-"

"I trusted you! I thought you were my friend!"

"You are my friend, please-"

"Don't ever call me again! Stay away from me and you stay away from my children. If I ever see your pathetic face again, I'll kill you!"

Jessica's face pales.

"Get. Out."

She doesn't move, her hand still pressed against her cheek.

"GET OUT."

Jessica stumbles back down the steps and runs to her car. I storm back inside the house, grabbing my keys from the coffee table I left them on earlier. All I can hear is the loud beating heart, all I can feel is my heated blood rushing through my veins. I can't think straight. I get in my car and pull off, ignoring as Rita comes out, yelling at me to come back and the tires screech against the pavement.

Everything was a lie. Everything was a goddamn lie. Our whole life together was a fucking lie!

He knew this woman for far longer than I had imagined. He made me a fool in front of everyone and not just with her, but with other women as well. And his whole office knew! Every time they saw me and my children, they knew what Emmett did behind my back and they kept quiet. How many times have I made a fool of myself for saying what an incredible husband and father he was? How many times haven't I been thankful for having a man like him by my side? All while he was planning on leaving us.

I can't see the streets I'm racing down. All I can see is every woman he has come in contact with in front of me. How many women didn't he affectionately kiss in front of me? Hugged? Smiled at? Laughed with? How many of the women he introduced as his friends, colleagues or clients were the same women he fucked? All their faces, all their fake and pathetic smiles race through my mind.

I make it to the hospital and I storm past a couple nurses on my way to Emmett's room. I recognize a voice calling out my name, but I ignore it because as soon as I'm in his room, I start punching him, tugging at his gown, hitting his chest as hard as I could as the tears pour.

"You fucking bastard! You bastard!" I yell. "How could you do this?!"

"Bella, stop!" Someone grabs me around the waist and pulls me away from him. "Stop! Stop!"

"I'm going to kill him!" I scream. "Let me go!" I fight against the person holding me back and when I finally turn, I see it's Edward who's pulling me out of the room as nurses rush in. "Stop it, let me go!"

"I'm calling security!"

"No! Don't, let me handle this Claire."

"Let me go!"

"Stop it, Bella! I'm not letting you go!"

He carries me to a conference room, where he pins me against the wall when I try to shove my way past him. He grabs my wrists in his hand and with the other, he grabs my chin, making me look at him.

"Bella, you have to stop!"

"Let me go!"

"Bella, breathe. You've got to breathe, love."

"I-I can't-"

"Bella-"

"No!" I finally shove him away. He stands in front of the door, guarding it, locking me in. My breathing is coming out in heavy pants. My whole chest aches and my face… oh God, I can feel the tears slipping down my face and soaking my neck. I can't control it. I can't control myself. "He is the biggest piece of trash I've ever met. He's the worst kind of human being," I sob. "I don't understand how he could do this to me. How he could cheat on me when I was always perfect! I was perfect, I was impeccable. I nursed his ego, I gave up on my career so he could focus on his, I was never in a bad mood, I was always affectionate! I never said no! How could he do this?"

I pace, feeling as if my own skin was too tight. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think past the pain and the rage that overwhelmed me over and over again.

"What the fuck did I do wrong?" I cry. Edward watches me, shocked and unable to do or say anything. "I don't understand. I. Dont. Understand. And I don't understand how you never noticed anything? Did you seriously never realize what the fuck was going on? Were we both really that fucking blind? That stupid? That fucking naive?" I yell.

Edward approaches me quickly, trying to stop me but I slap his hands away.

"Don't touch me!"

"I'm sorry," he said over my gasping. "I'm so sorry, Bella. I understand you, trust me, I do and I'm sorry I didn't do anything sooner. I'm sorry this happened, but I'm here now. I'm here for you, please don't punish yourself like this."

"You don't understand," I sob, gripping his shirt. "I want to wake him up, I want to hurt him, make him feel an ounce of the pain he caused me and I want him to tell me what the fuck did I do to him! What did I do for him to hurt me like this!"

I shove Edward away from me and race toward the door, but he catches me from behind.

"Bella, no!"

"Let me go!"

"No!"

He wraps his arms around me tightly. I fight him. I twist and kick, and scream until his feet give out from under him and we come falling to the ground. His body catches our fall, but his grip on me never loosens as I continue to fight.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispers against my ear, his hand gripping mine over my chest as it rises and falls quickly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

I scream, I cry and I fight him until I have nothing left to give. Everything around me becomes a blur and soon after and all I could were the same words over and over again as I slipped back into the darkness:

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I wake up in a strange room and in the comfort of a bed that is not mine. The light from the sun sneaks in through the cracks of the blinds, showing me that I am in fact not in my bedroom. The bedcovers are different, a shade of navy blue and cream colored wall. The window gave a view to the street, a street that was not the one I lived in. I look at the nightstand next to me and the bright red clock marked 2:30 PM. There's a picture of Edward sitting on a hospital chair with a baby in his arms next to it.

I'm at Edward's house.

I'm in his room.

I look at the other side of the room, which I guess would be her side judging by the make up on the vanity and the dresses I see hanging from the half open closet. And her picture on the bedside table on the other side of the bed.

I begin to slowly get out of bed when I hear the front door open, I rush back, my head swirling with pain. Edward walks in seconds later with a soda bottle in hand.

His eyes widen when he sees me sitting up against his headboard.

"You're awake," he said as he took a seat in front of me on the bed. "Here, drink this. It'll help with your blood pressure."

I take the coke from him, curling my legs to my chest. "What happened?" I clear my throat, my voice hoarse. My face felt swollen and dried up.

Edward leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You were very upset and when I tried to calm you down, you sort of dozed off. My father took your blood pressure and it was really low. He wanted to keep you at the hospital but you insisted on leaving. You fell asleep on our way here."

I try my best to conceal my shock from him. I can't remember seeing Carlisle or asking Edward to take me home, but that's information he doesn't need to know. I take a sip from the soda and I'm instantly grateful for the sugar.

"This is the second time I put you through this. I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm just glad I was there to help you and bring you back safely. I figured it would be best if I brought you here instead of your house. I didn't want to scare your maid again. Your car is still at the hospital."

"What were you doing there in the first place?"

Red rises in his cheeks and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

"I... I went in to see Emmett," he said, looking down at his hands. "He's always felt like he was some sort of fictional character we talked about. Seeing him made him real and I guess I wanted to see the man my wife left me for. Can't say I blame her." He swallows, hard. "You stormed in as I left. I don't think you even noticed it was me, you were so enraged."

I look down at the coke in my hands.

"An old friend of mine who worked with Emmett came to my house today to tell me that Rosalie wasn't the only woman he's been cheating on me with. There's been multiple women throughout the years, including her..."

Edward's nose flared and his fists clenched.

"That bastard-"

"She also said Emmett and Rosalie knew each other longer than we thought. They met months before I gave birth to Noah."

Edward sits up.

"So their affair was longer than just a couple of years?"

"Yes. Five, but we can't to be exact."

I tried really hard to hold back my tears. I really tried, but I couldn't. Now that I've had time to quietly process the last couple of hours, I can really feel the stab in my chest. No more anger, just pure pain of the realization that the last decade of my life has been nothing but lies from the man I thought truly loved me.

I bowed my head and my body began to quiver as the sobs escaped me. It was a small whimper at first, but slowly sobs ripped through me. Edward took me by surprise when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest, tucking my head right under his chin. He let me cry, rubbing my back and soothing me. I hated how much his hug comforted me. His warmth wrapped around me completely. His smell, fresh and minty, invaded my senses and calmed me down.

The fact that his contact made my body shiver was enough to make me pull away, but when I do, he looks down on me. His arms still wrapped around me, he looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, taking me in and those full pink lips slightly parted. My heart started hammering my chest. So hard, I was afraid he could hear it. It scared me how much I wanted him to lean in, how much I wanted him to kiss me...

It seemed as if he was fighting the same battle within. He wanted to say so much, but every time his lips parted, nothing but a sigh would come out. His thumb carefully wiped the tears from my cheek. Slowly, it looked as if he finally came to a conclusion.

My breathing stopped when he slowly started to lean in...

Author's Note:

Hahaha cliffhanger! It might have been a good heads up to say Emmett is an asshole 👀 Also, can you notice that I'm finally learning my way around the website? lol

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"I don't know... are we just seeking revenge to get over being screwed over by our spouses?"