Devil Incarnate Chapter Twenty-three

With her world crumbling around her, Bella didn't have the strength to get out of bed for days. Her emotions were all over the place, and there was nowhere to steady her balance. If needed, she knew she could turn to some of the others; to Rose, Angela, or Leah. Everyone had come to see her, including her husband. She was at the point where she hated him, hated herself, and hated what Zion had done to them. Somehow, in less time than she could comprehend, she could no longer stand the sight of her own spouse. Between what he might have done with Gianna to not securing a place for her mother and Afton to remain hidden, and many, many more offenses, Bella couldn't find it in herself to forgive him. It felt that every op they’d participated in from day one had only made everything worse, and he'd been in charge of each of them. 

Devil Incarnate Chapter Twenty-two

Bella had locked herself in their bedroom, and he couldn't blame her. A few people had visited with her, including the kids, but Edward hadn't even attempted to enter the room. The last words she’d spoken to him reverberated in his head several times a day. Hell, he’d said them often enough himself over the years; they were meant to be cutting, after all. That she blamed him was obvious, but he figured she needed some time to move past it and accept what had happened. They all understood the risks, and there’d been a few casualties along the way. 

Devil Incarnate Chapter Twenty-one

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?” Quinn ran down the handful of steps into the garage as their contingent arrived home. “Have you seen a doctor?”

Devil Incarnate Chapter Twenty

The explosion didn't even make them jump. The enemy was nothing if not predictable in one thing; they wanted the Cullens dead by any means necessary. Weaving through the pillars, Bella dodged a bullet and ducked low. Checking her clip, she glanced around to see who was nearest. Kiernan, a few agency operatives, and Emmett were the closest to her location. Emmett appeared to struggle with finding ammunition, so Bella whistled at him. He glanced up, and she tossed her spare magazine in his direction. Nodding, he reloaded and aimed at the men shooting at them. The responding shout made it clear he’d hit at least one of them.