The Confession of Emmett Hale in
the Murder of Esme Cullen
I never stopped loving Esme, my dear, beautiful Esme. Even
after marrying her sister Rosalie, I could never stop thinking of Esme, I never
got over her. I came to Volturi Vineyards not just because my job was in
jeopardy and I needed money, but because I want to divorce Rosalie and marry
Esme.
I bought Esme the golden corkscrew as a token of my
affection, but she rebuked my gift and told me she would never forgive me for
leaving her for her sister. I realized that in spite of my love for Esme, she
wasn’t ready, so I accepted that I was stuck with Rosalie, in a lovless
marriage. Maybe with time Esme and I could be together again.
I was at the gazebo in the rose garden tonight when I saw
my slutty wife, Rosalie, kissing that dirty field hand, Edward Masen. It
enraged me, and I wanted both of them dead. I saw the corkscrew that I had
given to Esme earlier laying in the grass, and thought it was a sign. I picked
it up and slipped it into my pocket.
When Edward and Rosalie left the rose garden, Rosalie went
into the house, and I followed Edward into the wine vault and watched him turn
off the electricity from the main power switch in the rear of the building. He
then meandered down a maze of halls and fiddled with some exposed wiring.
I doubled back to the electrical box, and flipped on the
breaker. I heard a sharp crack of electricity, and the lights went dark. I
heard Rosalie scream, and suddenly I was standing behind her.
I pulled the corkscrew from my pocket, and slammed it into
the side of her neck, a last, deadly screwing for my selfish wife.
She fell to the floor, her blood was everywhere. I jumped
back, careful not to get a drop on me.
In a panic I ran back to the house to try to figure out
what to do next, when I found all of you gathered here. Imagine my horror when
I saw Rosalie, the wife I had just killed, among this group.
Then I realized my terrible mistake. I didn’t know that
Esme was in the wine vault, she must have been wandering the halls after
hearing Rosalie scream. It was dark, and they look so much alike, especially
from the back. I assumed it was Rosalie. I thought I was freeing myself, but
instead I killed the only person I’ve ever truly loved.

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