Hello loves! I thought after the torture of the last chapter you deserved and early update! I hope this one puts your minds at ease...somewhat. ;)
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Bella's hand is squeezing the fuck out of mine and to be perfectly honest, it's the only thing keeping me grounded right now. I have to admit that it's harder than hell to sit here in the same room with these blood-sucking bitches who only want to take from me and hurt my wife.
Aside from her meltdown the other day, Bella has been nothing but supportive which is nice because my head is a fucked up mess right now. It feels like I have absolutely no goddamn control over my life, and I fucking hate it with a burning passion. I can't believe that now, after all this time, these women decide to 'come forward'. I mean really? I don't buy it. I wouldn't doubt if Gianna has something to do with this. And if she doesn't then these tramps must really desperate for their fifteen minutes of fame. That doesn't surprise me though, considering that two of them have already done countless interviews with shitty gossip rags and entertainment shows. Anyone who'll listen.
I slide my fingers through Bella's and look around the Judge's chambers we are currently waiting in. Jenks assured us that this guy, Benjamin Whitter, is on the up and up and that he has a very good relationship with him here in Chicago. I have nothing to worry about as far as the results being tampered with, as he is one of the most well-respected and upstanding Judges in the country. It amazes me that all four of these skanks traveled all the way to Chicago just to get a piece of the action. Yes, there are four now. I don't really understand what they think they are going to get out of this.
Can you believe that two of them even had the audacity to ask me for my autograph. Fucking bitches. And one of the others keeps suggesting that I make an effor to get to know 'little Ricky'. Fat fucking chance, lady.
Finally, after five long and torturous hours of waiting, Judge Whitter along with Jenks and a public family lawyer by the name of Sarah Wainwright enter the room. Bella's breath quickens and her hold on my nearly mangled hand gets impossibly tighter. I don't blame her, she's been through hell and she's worried. I've always been safe, but you never know just what people are capable of so I can understand her apprehension. I fucking hate that my baby is going through all of this. Jenks' voice pulls me from my little bout of self-loathing,
"Don't worry, Cullen. Everything will be fine. I've just got some spectacular news from my PI. Definitely something you and the missus want to hear."
Before I get a chance to press him for more information, however, Judge Whitter addresses me and I immediately stand in order to hear the test results.
"Edward Anthony Cullen, there are four pending cases against you for paternity.
In the case for paternity for the minor child Richard Ray Limus: The result of the paternity test is ninety-nine percent negative. You are not the father of this child. This case is closed.
In the case for paternity for the minor child Alyssa Monet Baker: The result of the paternity test is ninety-nine percent negative. You are not the father of this child. This case is closed.
In the case for paternity for the minor child Edward Anthony Harper: The result of the paternity test is ninety-nine percent negative. You are not the father of this child. This case is closed.
And in the case for paternity for the minor child Cassidy Lea Loroux: The result of the paternity test is ninety-nine percent negative. You are not the father of this child. This case is closed.
By the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, you are free from any financial and or emotional obligation to these minor children. You may be excused."
Relief floods Bella's beautiful face and after a quick thank you for Judge Whitter's time and a quick tug on Bella's hand we follow Jenks out to the lobby of the courthouse without so much as a backward glance at the women who helped to cause so much turmoil in my marriage. Good fucking riddance.
I'm momentarily startled when Jenks motions for me to step aside, out of sight of the waiting reporters, and lowly asks for us to wait for him before we venture outside. I nod and silently pull Bella to stand with me against the wall as my attention follows Jenks just outside the door to where the four women are currently talking to each other, making a spectacle of themselves of course. A smile spreads across my face as I watch him smoothly pull out the legal documentation that will notify each of the four women that they are being sued by me for defamation of character. I love how he not only does this in plain sight of the paparazzi, but also that he stops to comment to the news reporter that is waiting just outside the door.
When he makes his way back inside to retrieve us, he reminds me that he has news to share with us and asks that we make our way directly to his office. He also encourages us to stop and give a statement to at least one of the reporters, of course mentioning that we have countersued for slander. I quickly agree and then make sure that Jacob has the car ready and waiting before we brave the crowd. Just before I open the door, I turn to my beautiful wife and kiss her lips. I make sure to thank her for being here and let her know that I couldn't do this without her. I also make sure to mention, again, that I think she looks absolutely beautiful while allowing my hand to drift down over her luscious ass.
What? It's true. My wife is fucking gorgeous, and I love that bubbly ass.
She's been quiet today, and as much as it saddens me, I understand that this is a lot for her to deal with. I think she still feels guilty for her breakdown the other day. I honestly wish she would stop apologizing, it's over and done with. She has nothing to apologize for. Yeah, I was hurt but that shit is over with. She didn't mean it and I believe her. End of story.
I also jumped Lizzy's ass for getting involved. I'm a big boy and can handle my own relationship woes. I didn't care when she gave me a piece of her mind for what she believed was my mistreating of Bella because she was right, I should've just talked to her right away. But when Bella told me that she attacked her as well, well that shit just isn't gonna fly. I know that Lizzy loves Bella like a sister and she was just looking out for the both of us, but she needs to never speak to my wife that way again. I'm really glad that they worked it all out. They are the best of friends and I would hate to see that relationship dissolve because my nosey sister can't stay out of our business.
With one last deep breath I open the door and head straight for the first reporter I see, tugging Bella along behind me. When we stop in front of him, wrap my arm around Bella's waist and bring her flush up against my side. Unfortunately, this presses her swollen tits together, creating even more cleavage than she already has and this asshole's eyes are drinking it up like a fat kid eyes a chocolate cake. That shit isn't fucking okay.
"If you want this fucking interview, you better get your eyes off of my wife's tits and get talking." My seething tone leaves nothing for negotiation. Thankfully, my Bella just holds me tighter. She loves the caveman.
"Of course, Mr. Cullen." With that he gestures for the camera man to start rolling.
"Mr. Cullen, how did it feel to hear the results of the paternity tests? This has to have been a nerve-racking experience."
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the implication that I was sitting around biting my nails or something. "It didn't feel like anything. There was never a doubt in my mind. I've only fathered one child and he's safely tucked right in here." I make a show of placing my hand protectively over Bella's still flat stomach, earning a genuine smile from my beautiful wife before I continue, "I don't know what these women were trying to accomplish with these false accusations but it's over now and Bella and I can move on with our lives. It's about time that Bella gets a chance to just sit back and enjoy her pregnancy without all this added bullshit. I will tell you, though, that they did get themselves a lawsuit. It's one thing to come after me, I don't care about that. But I won't tolerate my family being affected. All of this unnecessary stress has put my child at risk and that is unacceptable. I hope the fifteen minutes of fame were worth it to these women, because now they'll have to face the consequences and I certainly won't go easy on them."
With that last statement I lead Bella toward the waiting car trying to shield her the best that I can from the onslaught of flashing cameras. When we finally get inside the car I slump back against the seat, finally letting the tension from the day ease out of my body. Bella is uncharacteristically quiet and when I look over at her I notice that she has tears trailing down her cheeks.
"What is it, baby? What's wrong?" I reach over and wipe the falling moisture away from her flawless skin. "Please talk to me, Bella?" Fucking Christ, I don't know if I can handle another freakout. I love my wife, but fucking hell, that last one was a clusterfuck. Thankfully I don't have to worry too much about it.
"I was so fucking weak, Edward. I just can't believe the things I said to you. I mean, you were so strong and sure in there. Never once worrying about the results. You handled everything with such grace. I should've had more faith. I can't believe that I flipped out like that. I swear it was like I was possessed or something. Jesus, the things I said to you were beyond horrible. I let you down so badly. I just don't want you to regret being with me, or worry that I can't handle the pressure of being with you."
Her beautiful brown eyes are swimming with so much regret and sadness, it's fucking heartbreaking. "Oh, Bella. I told you, beautiful girl, it's over with. I know that lately it has been one thing after another and I know how hard you've been trying to stay strong and unaffected. As long as you didn't mean that shit then I don't care about it. I'm just glad you got it out of your system. All that stress isn't good for the little one. We're fine, baby. I promise."
"I know, it's just so frustrating! I don't freak out like that. I'm not a mean person. And I'm not weak, goddamn it! I'm a badass bitch!"
I can't help but chuckle at her little outburst. "That you are, baby."
"It's weird being super sensitive and emotional. It almost feels like an out of body experience sometimes. I hope I can get a handle on these hormones like pronto, 'cause I didn't like the outcome of the one and only time I completely gave into them. I know that I can be immature and spoiled sometimes but holy hell, I was fucking psychotic!"
A genuine smile stretches across my face as she bursts into a fit of giggles. There's my feisty wife. "Psychotic, but mine. I swear, baby, I didn't know what the fuck was happening. It was like being in an alternate universe. I was worried that my wife had been replaced by pod people or some shit. I was honestly freaking the fuck out. I guess I can honestly say that I have now survived the pregnancy hormones."
"Fuck you." I love her playful smirk in response to my teasing.
She rolls her eyes but reaches over and kisses me soundly, and just like that any and all of the remaining tension between us melts away. It feels so fucking good to have her in my arms, knowing that we're okay. Better than okay even. Stronger. I mean, shit, everyone has bumps in their relationships. Ours was a fucking hill, but we survived it. The tension was bound to break somewhere. I'm just glad that it's over now.
We don't have too much of a chance to get really into our mini make-out before the driver pulls up to Jenks' building. Damn. It's too bad. My baby looks fucking sinful today. Tight high waisted pencil skirt with a pretty black sheer, ruffled blouse and fuck me, those black, sky high stilettos. Ruby red lips and sleek, straight jet black hair. Motherfucker, my woman is goddamn sexy. And all fucking mine.
Later. We'll make up for lost time later, and it'll be so fucking good.
But right now...
It's time to see what he's got.
I lead Bella up the stairs and into the reception area of Jenks' office. It's nicely appointed with dark cherry wood and cream and burgundy accents. Bella tightens her grip on my hand when Jenks' secretary, Marina, saunters over to greet us. She looks alright I guess fair skin, dark blonde hair, fake tan. Not to mention that she's like six feet tall. The bitch is a fucking amazon. She's got nothing on my girl. Bella is fucking exquisite.
Aside from the extra sway in her hips and the subtle way she drags her eyes up and down my body, she's harmless. It also helps that she's kissing Bella's ass big time, telling her that she's even more beautiful in person and that she loves her shoes and shit. I offer her a tight lipped smile because let's face it, it's hard to be mean to someone who treats my lady well.
Thankfully, Jenks strolls in a few minutes later so we don't have to wait long. With a chipper greeting to Marina, he ushers us right into his office.
I can tell that the suspense is killing her, so it doesn't surprise me when she speaks up right away. "What is it? What did you find?" I can hear the hope and desperation in her voice. It mirrors my own.
A sly smile graces his face before he reaches into his briefcase and produces a picture. Bella gasps at the same time that I shout, "What the fuck?"
The picture is of Gianna. Her normally pristinely coifed hair is in a messy knot on top of her head and her face is obstructed by a humongous pair of sunglasses, but it is unquestionably her. The date in the bottom right corner of the picture indicates that it was taken eight days ago. Two days before the show in New York. The kicker, though, is that there is no trace of her huge baby belly. She is wearing a pair of low slung plaid lounge pants and a tight fitting tank top that exposes a sliver of her very flat, very un-pregnant stomach. She's holding her telephone between her ear and her shoulder and has a cigarette in her free hand. It's obvious by the picture that she's in the privacy of her backyard, or so she thinks she's in the privacy of her backyard.
Bella's whispered words sound deafening in the heavy silence of the room.
"Holy shit indeed." Is Jenks' smug reply before adding with a wink, "Gotcha." He pulls out the next two photographs, taken the same day according to the date stamp, with a flourish and places them on the desk next to the first one. The second photograph shows Gianna tugging at her phony baby bump. It looks like she is trying to adjust the crooked prop as she steps out of her front door. In reality, she should've still been well within the privacy of her property but we were able to get the photos because Jenks' guy's superior trespassing skills.
My eyes travel to the third picture taken at a very trendy, paparazzi infested café in Beverly Hills. She is smiling for the camera this time wearing the same maternity top she was wearing in the second photo. She's got her hand placed tenderly on the fake bump and is waving happily at the photographer. What catches my eye, as I look back at each photo, is that there is the same white gauze bandage wrapped around her right wrist in each of the photos. When I point my observation out to Jenks his smile stretches even further.
"That bandage is our saving grace. It seems that Gianna went to LA Ink and had a little work done. You won't be happy with what it says, but that bandage is what puts all these photos within the same time frame. We've got her guys."
"What do we do now? I mean, these pictures mean that it's over, yeah? All this bullshit is over."
I look over at my girl only to find her staring intently at the picture with one of her delicate hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. When her eyes finally find mine, I see pure relief reflected back at me. I hope she sees the same in mine.
"Well, considering that we obtained that series of photographs by trespassing on her property, it's not going to be as smooth and easy as I was hoping. I do have a plan though, if you two are interested in hearing it."
The twinkle in his eye lets me know that we do indeed want to hear it.
Jenks spends the next forty-five filling us in on his plan. The first order of business is to anonymously 'leak' the set of photos to the media. Jenks already has it all in place and it only takes a three minute call to Victoria to make it happen.
Next, I need to check into a hotel. Alone. The trick there is to get Bella and Jenks along with three of her bodyguards up to the room without being noticed. We decide that the best way to do this is to bring her in through the service entrance while I draw attention to the front of the hotel. We decide that it would be best to have Jake with me. He is too well known and would be easily spotted.
Once our plan is in place, I make the call.
Sitting in one of the Brown leather wingback chairs, with my Bella firmly planted in my lap, I dial the familiar number and wait for her to pick up.
"Edward." She purrs when she picks up on the third ring. "I knew you'd call eventually. I've been waiting." Her sickeningly sweet voice alone sends waves of rage coursing through my body but I know that this is our only chance of getting her to leave us alone so I push through the disgust and try to keep my voice as even as possible,
"G. It's been too long. I heard you were at the show. If you're still in Chicago, I'd like to see you. You know, to catch up." Bella tightens her arms around my neck as the lie spills from my mouth. I know that hearing this conversation is hard on her, but we've got to do it.
"What about your wife?" She spits the word out like it's dirty and it takes everything inside me to not let her know just what I think of her pathetic ass.
"What about her?" The words taste like absolute shit on my tongue and I shut my eyes tightly against the wave of guilt and betrayal I feel at allowing them to fall from my lips.
There is a short silence before she coos,
"Anytime, anywhere." I want to punch this dirty cunt in the face for making me have to do this. The only thing that's keeping me together is the slight, familiar weight of my wife resting in my lap and having her arms wound tightly around me. I can and will do anything to fix this for her.
"The Four Seasons. Penthouse Suite. Eight o'clock. Don't be late."
I feel Bella's lips press against my temple as I utter the words. Little does that whore know what will be waiting for her.
"Don't you worry, handsome, I'll be there."
Are we happy with B again? I know those hormones can be a bitch. What do you think will happen with Gianna? Are you glad that none of the kids are his? I would never...