Title: Sinful Thoughts
Author: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Beta: AcrossTheSkyInStars

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Continuity: AH/AU
Rating: M cause you never know when a lemon writes itself.

A/N—More at the bottom. But I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has read, reviewed and recommended this story, you have all made it a pleasure to write.

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Epilogue

Renee POV

I'm not sure when I became so bitter. And now it consumes me. I have lost everything I ever worked for. My husband, my children, my social status, everything. Forks became uninhabitable for me a year after I destroyed myself. I moved somewhere sunny, just so I wouldn't have the reminders that the rain always gave me.

Even in the seclusion, I managed to still hear news about my family. Edward majored in business, specializing in restaurant management and had opened a five star eatery in Chicago. Business was booming. Bella had become an art teacher. That hurt the most. I had never even known that my daughter liked to draw and paint. The thought made me hollow. She had grown and changed and I no longer knew her.

Charlie was in a small town not far from the kids and was doing well. He had found someone new and I wasn't as surprised as I should have been when I found out his new love's name was Phil. With the way I acted, I would have turned me off women too. I wondered how the kids liked him. Would he be considered family? Did he replace me in their hearts?

I don't expect anyone to feel sorry for me. I made my choices and I sleep in my own bed. My pride stood in the way of forgiveness, something that I am sure that my family was more than capable of if I would have given them the chance.

My loneliness gets to me sometimes and I pick up the phone. I sit and stare at it until the dial tone goes dead. I can't call them now, not after all I have done.

I'm a grandmother now. Somewhere out there, there is a beautiful little girl named Swan Angela Cullen and I will never meet her. She will never know of the grandmother who loves her. I find comfort in the knowledge that she is well taken care of though.

The Cullen's are a prominent family in Chicago, always attending charity dinners and such. Their names and faces are scattered through the sections of the various local newspapers and I collect each one. My scrapbook overflowed and I am on my second one.

This is my penance, to sit and watch from afar, the beautiful family that I pushed away.

I pour myself another drink, willing it to numb my pain. It was I who was wrong.

I was the sinful one.

The End.

E/N- Thank you again to my amazing beta Tanya, without you I would have had a lot more scalding reviews on my grammar.

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