Chapters 2, 22 and 59 are not chapters they are simple there just to split the story up!

0. Prologue

"You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? You, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." – Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights

She sat on the forest floor trying with all her might to focus on the book in front of her. Why couldn't life give her a break for once? Wasn't it enough that she had lost her father, the man she had adored and admired and idolised, when she was young, too young? Wasn't it enough that she had lost her husband, who she had barely been married to for a year, before their twins were even born? Wasn't it enough that, not long after that, everything she thought to be true was turned upside-down and she was forced to leave them? No, obviously not, because fate had a horrible way of showing her that she disserved worse, much worse.

Footsteps were crunching on the snow behind her as she sat and she had no doubt as to whom it was coming toward her. The one person that refused to leave her mind since she had seen him for the first time in decades had obviously decided that now he would haunt her physically as well as mentally. His scent engulfed her as the wind wiped around the trees. She had only met the scent twice, and both times it had been surrounded by many others, that it had been hard to pick out on its own but she knew it in a second.

'Go away, Alec,' she said quietly, so quietly that she almost wasn't heard.

'No,' Alec replied, his voice causing her stomach to flip-flop dangerously. However, it was easier than she expected to resist the urge to run to him. It wasn't the voice she knew off by heart, the voice she could pick out in any crowd. This voice was similar but different it was a voice she'd only heard once before; the day everything had changed for a second time.

'Just leave, I do not want to talk to you! I don't want to see you!' she yelled tearfully, trying to ignore her thoughts. She would have loved to have stayed calm, like her father always managed to do, but she had far too much of her mother in her. She knew he wouldn't leave: he was never one to give up without a fight.

'Izzy, Baby, please,' Alec began and she knew without looking at him that he was reaching out to her, stretching a hand forward as though to give her comfort but she didn't want comfort from him when he was the one causing her pain.

Izzy spun around dangerously to glare at the man who had once held her heart, who had once been her everything. He looked exactly the same as always with a few small exceptions. Still heart-breakingly handsome, still with a mop of brown hair that fell over his eyes that he had to keep blowing out of them and she almost had too close hers to remember that this was not that same man.

'Don't "Izzy" me, don't "Baby" me!' she snapped causing Alec to flinch but she went on ranting, rising to her feet but not taking a step closer. 'You are not my husband, you may look like him but you are not. My husband is not a killer and he would never be known as a "Witch Twin!"'

'Iz-abella, please just hear me out!' Alec begged desperately, his angelic face contorted in pain from her words. 'I beg you.'

'No!' Isabella yelled, turning and stepping away from him, closer to the large white house she could see through the trees. 'I've told you once and I won't tell you again. Leave because you are not the man I married.'