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

Edward

My parents stared at me, both speechless at what I just asked my father to do. Of course they would be, I just asked him to run a paternity test on my daughter. I haven't been able to wrap my mind around the idea either. For a second, I almost didn't want to do it, I wanted to continue to live in ignorance for the rest of my life. The results wouldn't change the fact that Lucy was my daughter in every sense of the word, but I knew this would be something that would forever eat at me if I didn't know the truth. I couldn't live like that.

My mother's mouth opens and closes a couple of times before she can finally form words.

"Edward, what are you asking? Why are you asking this?"

"Lucy saw a picture of Emmett on Bella's phone and immediately recognized him. She's seen him before. Rosalie apparently took her on playdates with him. And not to mention, she was born within the time frame Rosalie has been cheating on me," I said.

Dad arched a brow. "Bella?"

"I just told you my daughter might not be mine and that's what you focus on?"

"I'm sorry, son." Dad shook his head, looking down at his desk. "I'll get that test for you. I'm just shocked."

Well, try being me.

"Bella has also given permission for you to run a test on Emmett as well. You can call her for confirmation."

Running a DNA on Emmett was Bella's idea and It wasn't a bad one at that. I didn't want to paint my wife as a whore, but who knew if Emmett was the only man she'd been cheating on me with. We needed to cross out any possibilities.

Dad nodded. "Give me her information and I'll get that handled."

"Thanks, Dad."

Mom rounds his desk and pulls me into a hug. I returned her hug, only it isn't nearly as comforting as Bella's, but I still appreciated their support. I knew I would need it if the results came back negative. Alice chose that moment to walk into Dad's study as Mom and I pulled away.

"Dad, do you know where-oh." She stopped at the door, doing a double take when she saw me next to Mom. "Well, there you are." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I've been calling you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Al," I said, sliding my hands into my front pockets. She had been calling me, trying to see me and I'd been doing my best to avoid all that.

"Your brother has been going through a lot," Mom said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

Alice raised a brow. "Yes, but not enough to stop him from seeing a certain person of interest in his wife's murder case."

"Alice," Dad snapped.

"He's been blowing us off, all of us," she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. "He doesn't answer my phone calls, he's hardly given you two the time of day. All we know about him is from the fucking news anchor since they won't shut up about how cozy he is with that other woman!"

"Okay, Alice, that is enough!" Mom snapped.

"It's the truth!"

"Believe whatever you want, Mary Alice," I said. "There's a reason why I have been declining your calls and it just reared its ugly head right now. I don't need your judgment right now, I have other things to worry about than to focus on how you were right this entire time. Right about Rosalie, right about me, heck right about my fucking marriage. Well, there you have it, dear sister, you were right. I chose wrong, I realize that now, but the last fucking thing I need right now is a fucking I told you so."

"You've never wanted to hear the ugly truths, brother, but that is not my fault."

I rub my hands over my face, frustration boiling over. "You know what? You're right. Let me be ignorant somewhere else."

"Edward, wait-" Mom said, but I cut her off.

"No, really Mom, it's okay." I turned to face both her and Dad. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't responded to any of your calls and messages, I'm sorry I haven't seen you since the funeral, it's just… I'm out of my element here. I'm in possibly one of the lowest points of my life and I can't-" I swallow back the knot that forms in my throat. "I don't want you to see me like this."

"Edward, we're your parents," Dad said. "We're here for you. We will always be here for you, no matter what. You don't have to go through this alone."

"He isn't," Alice said. "Because he has that other woman to fill in his wife's place."

"Her name is Bella and she isn't filling anyone's place," I said through gritted teeth. "But thank you for reminding me why I haven't gotten around seeing you, dear sister, before I got any stupid ideas about you setting aside your judgments about your husband's sister."

I left the office before she had a chance to say anything else.

Alice was never a fan of Rosalie's. Neither of them could stand the other and that made family reunions more complicated than they should, considering Alice is married to Rosalie's brother, Jasper. They never saw eye to eye on anything, all stemming from some petty middle school fight over a boy neither of them ever saw again after graduation, to when Alice began dating Jasper and I eventually began dating Rosalie. Alice simply saw Rosalie as a stuck up bitch and Rose saw Alice as a spoiled brat. Neither Jasper nor I could convince them to try and have a civil relationship, at least at family gatherings.

And while my sister was supportive when it came to looking after Lucy and helping me with funeral arrangements after Rose was found dead, it all came with the not so subtle comments about Rose. The not so subtle, "I told you so." After that, I decided to keep my distance. I didn't have the energy to continue to witness my sister's quarrel with a now dead woman.

I stop on my tracks when I make it downstairs and see Jasper in the living room with Robbie and Lucy. The kids are playing with a Lego set Dad bought them to play with whenever they came to see them. Jasper was next to Lucy, talking to her and helping her click the blocks together. I didn't miss the way he looked at her or that sadness in his eyes, or the way his hand trembled when he ran his hand through her blonde hair.

He looked up as soon as I entered the living room.

We haven't spoken since the funeral either, and even then, we barely said a word to each other.

He whispered something to Lucy before standing up and approaching me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." I buried my hands in my pockets. "How are you?"

Jasper shrugged. "I've had good days and bad. You?"

"Kind of the same." I didn't want to admit out loud that most days have been becoming more than bearable since Bella and her boys are around more often. I couldn't admit to him, of all people, how this woman was able to turn a bad day into a good one the moment I set eyes on her. How she was able to bring me peace at times I've needed it the most. "How's your dad?"

The corner of his lips twitched.

"I don't know what's more cruel. The fact that he can't remember his daughter is dead or the fact that since I told him, she's all he talks about." Jasper shook his head. "Or lying to him and telling him that she will come see him soon when I know that's not the truth."

I sighed, taking my hand out of my pocket and rubbing it over my face. I felt like an ass for not going to see their father. The poor man had no idea what was going on.

"I was wondering," Jasper said, bringing me out of my train of thought. "I was wondering if maybe you could let Lucy spend the weekend with us. I could take her to go see Dad, I think that might make him happy."

I nodded. "Yes, of course. I'm sure she'd love to go see her gramps." Taking my keys out, I called out for Lucy so we could go home.

She came running from the living room, Robbie right behind her. She was really excited when I told her she'd be spending the weekend with Aunty Alice and Uncle Jasper.

And just as we were about to head toward the door, Jasper called out my name.

"Edward?"

I turned back, still holding Lucy's hand.

"I'm really sorry for what my sister did," he said before disappearing down the hall.

DNA tests took less than I thought they would.

I wasn't sure how long I was expecting it to take, but certainly not the two days it took for my dad to show up at my front door with both envelopes in hand. I called Bella right away, asking her to come over so we could both see the results together. The kids were at school and I really didn't want to do this with them around.

Dad left both envelopes on the coffee table between us as we waited for Bella to arrive. One was labeled Edward and the other Emmett.

"Edward," Dad said, breaking the silence as we waited. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to read it."

"Wouldn't you?" I asked, cracking my knuckles. "If you knew there was a possibility Alice, or even me, weren't yours? Could you live without knowing?"

Dad looked down at his hands, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. Yeah, I didn't think so.

The front door opened soon enough and Bella stepped in. I didn't miss the way Dad arched a brow when he saw her walk in without knocking or how she strode in as if she'd been here thousands of times. Which she probably had.

Today she was wearing a sunflower sundress. She looked absolutely breathtaking with her long, brown hair falling in curls over her shoulders and chest. Her lips plump and I had to look away as memories of the other day flooded my mind. Memories of us in the kitchen, how she kissed me and I kissed her back. How it felt having her pressed against me.

Yes, now was probably not a good time to be thinking about that.

Dad and I both stand as she leaves her purse on the couch.

"Have you opened them yet?" she asked, looking down at the envelopes on the table.

I shook my head.

Taking in a deep breath, I reached for the envelope that had my name written on it. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to know. I ripped into the envelope with shaky hands and unraveled the paper. Closing my eyes, I took in another deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it back out. This was it. This was the moment of the truth.

Opening my eyes, I scanned the paper, ignoring all the medical jargon and numbers that made no sense until I found it.

Probability of Paternity: 0%

Zero percent…

Lucy wasn't mine.

It felt as if someone had reached into my chest and tore my heart out. The world stopped spinning on its axis. All the air had been drained out of me as I took in that little zero.

Lucy wasn't mine.

My daughter wasn't biologically mine.

I crumpled the paper in my hands. Bella then reached for the second envelope with Emmett's name and ripped into it, scanning it until I saw her stop breathing. Until her eyes began to water.

You fucking bastard.

Dad reached for the paper Bella held and read it as well, his shoulders dropping when he read the results.

"Edward-"

Without thinking, I took the chair next to me and swung it against the wall as hard as I could. Pictures and wood crumbled to the floor in a long bang. Bella and Dad fell back as I punched the wall over and over again.

"Edward!" Dad yelled. "I know this is a shock-"

"That's my daughter!" I yelled, my eyes clouding with unshed tears. "How the fuck could she do this to me? I was there the day she was born, I stayed up with her endless nights when she was sick. I've rocked her to sleep, I've read her bedtime stories. That's my daughter, not his!"

"She isn't his," Bella cried, and that sight almost brought me to my knees. This shouldn't be happening, not again. That fucking bastard has brought too many tears to that beautiful face. That fucking bastard has brought her too much pain. "Edward, it doesn't matter what this paper says, she will never be Emmett's. She knows you're her father, she loves you and that's all that matters!"

"No, no! How the fuck could she do this to me? What did I do to deserve this? I-I fuck!" I couldn't be here. I couldn't. I grabbed my jacket. "I need to go."

"Edward-" Bella began to shout, but it was cut off as the front door slammed behind me.

The roses that were left on her grave the day we buried her had long died. Dried up and discolored, they were the evidence that not a single person had come by to see her since she was laid to rest.

Rosalie Hale-Cullen

Loving Mother and Wife

I snorted, taking another swing at the bourbon and rejoiced at the burn in my throat. That burn kept me grounded. That burn reminded me this wasn't some sick dream, that this was my reality. That my wife fucked around behind my back for five years, had another man's kid who she passed as my own, letting me fall in love and become attached to a child that wasn't mine.

"I should get that change," I said, my voice hoarse. "There is nothing loving about you, Rose. A loving mother wouldn't have abandoned her child. A loving wife wouldn't have lied to her husband for years about the paternity of their child. There was nothing loving in you, at least not when it came to me."

I took another drink.

"How much you must have hated me to do this, all of this. You must have, that's the only way I can think why you did all this. You wouldn't have done this to someone you loved, or at least cared for. Which means, you didn't love me or care for me at all, not after ten years together, not after I worked and worked and worked until my hands were raw and calloused to try and appease you. Huh, I should've known then. You barely let me touch you with my calloused hands, you said they were too rough on your skin." Another drink. I was almost down with the bottle. "He must have the softest hands in the fucking world.

"I have half a mind to pack my shit up, take my daughter and run away. Leave all this shit behind me, but I won't. And you want to know why? Because of Bella. Because I can't leave her behind, not her and her boys, no. Because I care about her and because I want to see her happy. I want to get to know her as happy because in the last fucking weeks all I've seen is sadness. Sadness caused by you and that fucking bastard." I finished off the last of the bourbon and smashed the bottle on the floor. "That bastard had it good. A beautiful, doting wife and two wonderful boys, and he was willing to leave all that for you? For someone as selfish as you? The complete and utter opposite of Bella?"

I laughed again, running a hand through my hair.

"Man, he must've been so wrapped around your finger. But listen to me, Rose, and listen carefully because this is the last fucking time I come here: I will do what he failed to do. I will take care of her, something he should've done from the fucking beginning. I will protect her from this shit storm you two caused. I will take care of her."

Author's Note:

Many of you guys saw it coming, but here it is! Lucy isn't Edward's, yikes.

Chapter Thirteen Preview -

"I can't understand how he could do this to you," he whispers, leaving small butterfly kisses along my cheek and down my neck. "How could he be such a fucking fool…"