My hands trembled as I stared at the photo, my vision blurring with tears. Jason's arm was wrapped around Rhea's waist, their lips pressed together in a kiss. The date scribbled in the corner was from just last week.

She knew.

Rhea knew everything. She knew how Jason treated me, how he hit me, how he blamed me for not giving him a child. and yet, she was with him. Laughing with him, loving him, fucking him

The glass of wine slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor.

"Vee?" Rhea's voice came from behind me. I turned slowly, the photo clutched in my shaking hand. Her eyes darted to it, and for a second just a second I saw the guilt. Then it was gone, and in its place, cold indifference.

"How long?" My voice was barely a whisper.

She sighed, rolling her eyes like I was some annoying child. "Does it matter?"

"YES, IT FUCKING MATTERS!" I screamed, throwing the photo at her. "You're my best friend! You were supposed to !"

"Supposed to what?" she cut in, crossing her arms. "Care? Please. You think I don't know how Jason treats you? How pathetic you are, begging for his love like some desperate dog?"

Each word was like she stabbed me a knife. I staggered back, my chest burning.

"You... you knew?"

She smirked. "Of course I knew. He tells me everything. How he hits the fuck out of you. How you cry, how you still crawl back to him like you deserve it." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper. "And guess what? I don't care. I never did."

The room spun. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the couch, gasping for air. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be real.

Rhea just watched, her expression bored. "You should leave. Jason's divorcing you anyway. No point in dragging this out."

I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Because he wants a real woman. One who can give him what he wants and let's be honest, Vee... that was never you, he even said you were so stiff and boring in bed like a sex doll."

That was it, no more.

I lunged at her, nails raking across her face. She shrieked, stumbling back, but I didn't stop. I grabbed her hair, yanking hard. "YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!"

She slapped me hard and I reeled back, my bruised face throbbing.

"Get out of my house," she hissed, wiping blood from her cheek. "Before I call the cops."

I wanted to hit her again. I wanted to scream, to break everything. But what was the point?

She had already won. No use dragging this out like she said earlier, this was all for nothing

I turned and ran, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, dialing Roberts.

"Pick me up. Now." I said immediately his line rang, and thank Goodness he didn't ask any questions

---

Jason's office building loomed ahead, huge and imposing meant to show the world it's worth. All sleek and cold........just like him. I stormed past the receptionist, ignoring her protests.

"Mrs. Calloway, you can't just !" She started and I whirled around, giving her my most deadliest stare and she backed up

"Watch me." I shoved open Jason's office door. He looked up from his desk, annoyance flashing across his face. He didn't even have the decency to even hide the fact he hated me so much.

"Veronica. What the hell are you doing here?" He said and I choked down a sob

"Rhea." My voice cracked. "She's the one you're cheating with, isn't she?" I shook my head about to cry, "Rhea, Jason. She's my fucking best friend you knave!"

For a second, he hesitated. Then he leaned back, smirking. "Yeah. So?"

The casualness of it broke me. "SO?! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU YOU'RE MY HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS TO ME?!"

Jason sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the one causing him pain. He gave me a warning glare and he looked like he was going to walk right over and punch me.

"Veronica, stop being dramatic. You knew this marriage was over. You can't even give me a child. What did you expect?" He said brutality and I stared at him, my heart scattering into tiny pieces

"I expected loyalty! Love! Not not *this*!" I yelled and he rolled his eyes and pressed a button on his desk.

"Alright" he cocked his head to side "Security." He said to the comm and two men appeared instantly, grabbing my arms.

"No! Jason, PLEASE! We can fix this !" I cried but his eyes were dead cold, devoid of even one atom of emotion.

"Throw her out," he said calmly, turning back to his computer.

They dragged me, kicking and screaming, through the office. Employees stared, some whispered and I heard others laughing.

I was nothing to them, nothing to him.

The last thing I saw before the doors closed was Jason's back, already moving on. Roberts found me curled up in the backseat of the car, sobbing. I tried to hold it back, honestly. I tried telling myself that it wasn't worth it but I couldn't hold it back anymore

"Ma'am...?"

I didn't answer.

What was left to say? My husband hated me. My best friend betrayed me, even going as far to be in his bed behind my back. I had no one left, no one to turn to, no shoulder to cry on. My parents would kill me if they found out that my marriage was in shambles.

As if it was my fault

My mom would berate me for being a goody two shoes and not able to please him in bed, Dad would have called me a disgrace, saying something like I wasn't worthy to be his daughter if I can't keep a marriage with Jason Calloway. Soon the media would be hot on my ass. I sighed and cleaned my eyes. I tapped Roberts on the shoulder.

"Take me to Frisk Bar and Lounge, Roberts"

The bar was dark, or maybe it was just my eyes being puffy from crying. I had to make sure Roberts didn't follow me because he had insisted that the bar was too rough and dangerous for someone of my status I knew he meant to say personality.

Well I didn't care anymore.

If my husband and best friend could join forces and betray me, why should I care? I sauntered over to the bartender and flashed a smile.

"Vodka please" I said and he stared at me, tilting his head to the side.

"You alright miss?" He said in a British accent and I rolled my eyes.

"Give me the damn drink" I snapped, and he nodded and pulled out a glass and vodka bottle. I grabbed the bottle and the glass.

"I'll pay for the bottle, be ready to give me more if I ask" I said and he stared at me in surprise. I guess it wasn't everyday he got a female customer in an expensive dress demanding for a drink like a sailor.

Not that I care......at least not now.

I headed over to a dark corner and settled down. A lot of interested eyes followed me, men licking lips, some were openly staring which made me wonder why Jason would ever do that to me. For a moment the emotions came flooding back and my eyes watered.

No, no. No tears

I sucked in my breath and cocked open the bottle pouring a glass of vodka in the glass cup and chugged it down my throat. I gritted my teeth a bit as the sharp taste filled my senses and I sighed. My head felt a bit light and the chatter around me suddenly felt dim.

Good.

This felt like peace, I poured a glass again and raised it to my lips.

"Miss" someone with another British accent called and I sighed..wonderful, now I was being admired by British men, why are they so much here anyway or was my head playing tricks with me.

"Yes Brit" I said and he smiled, he wasn't bad looking but not handsome either and his eyes were a rough blue and from his face I could tell he was a proper hooligan, but for some reason, or rather for a reason I didn't seem to care.

"Can I sit?" He asked indicating to the chair across mine and I grinned at him.

"Of course Blud" I said faking an accent, "You can" 

He smiled at me as he sat and poured himself a drink without permission and I just smiled.

"Vodka" he said simply, inhaling before drinking. "Good drink"

"Yes it is" I said, sipping mine. I stared at him, "Why are you here?" I said, I never would have asked bluntly on a normal day but things weren't normal with me right now.

"You're beautiful, sexy, everything a man wants" he answered simply and I chuckled bitterly.

"Everything a man wants?" I said, trying so hard not to be hysterical, "Are you fucking with me?" I said dangerously close to annoyance not at him but for everything that's happened.

He leaned forward and not even backing down.

"Yes, I would fuck you now if you would let me" he said and at first anger was my reaction, then I was reminded of my loyalty to Jason but I stopped. Why should I remain loyal to the man who had no right to deserve my loyalty? Why should I even refuse a man who really wanted me, thug or not? And this was my chance to forget all that had happened, maybe sex is all I need.

"Alright" I said with a drunk grin as I took another sip, the drink going straight to my head.

"Alright?" He echoed and I smiled at him, suddenly happy.....the damn drink.

"Alright, I'll let you do it, what's your name?" I said and he raised a brow then he grinned.

"Good girl. The name's Tom" he said, he stood and pulled me up. He started to lead me upstairs but suddenly our path was blocked by a...

Oh my God was I seeing things.

The man in front of us was tall, maybe six foot eight, his green eyes looked like a mini stormy sea. He was well built and there was his face, in my drunken state I could register it but I was very well aware of how handsome he was....very handsome.

"I want that one...." I slurred and the man in front of us, frowned.

"She's drunk mate, let her be" his voice was soothing deep and I closed my eyes as it ran through my bones.

"Why, so you can fuck her yourself?" Tom asked and the man in front of us didn't even react.

"No, not like you Tom, like I said...Fuck off" he said and Tom scowled gripping my hand or tight it hurt.

"Or what?" he growled and the other man laughed. He reached for his waistband and Tom's eyes widened and he dropped my hand, and raised his.

"Whoa I am sorry mate" he said backing up, "I'll leave now"

"Scot" the man said and Tom ran off. He watched Tom go then he turned to me.

"Hey baby" I flashed a grin and he didn't even smile back, he picked me up in his arms and headed outside the pub.

I groaned and thrashed in his arms, "Hey my drink, I need it please" I said and he shook his head.

"No"

"Please" I begged, near tears. "You don't understand, I need it or......" I stopped and his green eyes suddenly rested on mine and even in my bold drunken state I looked away suddenly shy.

"Or...?"

"Or I'll remember" I said and he nodded. I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was talking about or had an idea.

"Alright let's take you home" he said and I stared at him in surprise.

"Home?" I asked and he dropped me in the backseat of his car.

"Shhh" he said and without warning covered my face with a bandana, I felt myself going weak and my eyes widened.

"You....." I started and he pressed harder and suddenly I went limp.

"Night night" he said before my world went dark.

The harsh sunlight of the morning must have been the reason I woke. The first thing I noticed was that the bedroom I was in was unfamiliar, the bedroom was quite spacious and well furnished.

My head pounded and I barely could remember what happened from the night before and wait why was I in a strange bed and a strange house. Why was I here? Where is Jas......

I choked down a sob, the memory came flooding back and suddenly the tears I was trying so hard to hold came flooding out. I didn't deserve, I never even wanted to be married in the first place. I did and I fell in love with a man who played me and even go ahead to be cheating on me with my best friend.

I must have sobbed for maybe a full twenty minutes before I realized that Jason wasn't worth crying for.   Maybe it was also my fault, if only I was only to give him kids.

"You done?" came that vaguely familiar voice and I whirled around to find that man from yesterday staring at me. His presence suddenly made the room feel like it was closing on me, his frame alone filled the door.

"You" I frowned when I remembered what he did yesterday. "You drugged me, made me go to sleep" I said with a scowl and he shrugged.

"You were a fucking mess, had to put you to sleep, you were raving on about some "Jason" in your sleep too" he said and I turned away.

Shit

"I don't know who that is" I lied and his green eyes suddenly bore into mine like he could see clearly see that I was lying. It took all my willpower not to look away, and I would have did if not that the green in his eyes looked so mesmerizing, as if it was pulling me in holding me in some kind of trance.

"Is he the reason you're crying?" He asked and I stared at him in surprise. How perceptive can he be? 

"No" I stuttered and he cocked his head to the side, he leaned into the door frame.

"That doesn't sound convincing" he said and I glared at him already disliking the persistent.

"You're Fucking persistent. I don't need to be......."

"You curse?" He interrupted and I stopped, he walked over till he was standing in front of me, he towered over me making me tilt my head. 

"Who doesn't?" I countered and he smiled or just the barest hint of one.

"Fair point" he said. His eyes skimmed over my face in concern. "You should get a bath"

"Why?" I said suspiciously and he shrugged.

"You reek" he said simply and leaned in "Of alcohol" he whispered in my ear and I shivered. I took a step back, afraid of my own body reactions to a mere whisper. I stared at the huge glass windows and nodded.

"Thank you.....for Uhh last night" I said to him and he nodded, he pivoted on his heel and walked away. I let out the pent up breath I had been holding up. I don't know, but standing so close to him made my head dizzy like I was high on something and I blushed.

I didn't spend long in the shower because of how self conscious and weird I was feeling, when I came back to the bedroom a new set of clothes were laid out on the bed for me. I picked them up and I gasped, it was my favorite gown, how did he.......

Nevermind.

I must have mumbled it all in my drunken sleep, I headed to the sound of clanging in the kitchen and stopped at the doorway when I saw him.

He was shirtless and I stood there frozen; not in shock but in hypnosis, Jason was hot but seeing this man in front of me made all my hairs stand on end, I could barely breathe I didn't even notice my ragged breathing, the sign of my effort to act normal.

"You're done" he announced, watching me and my head snapped up to his.

"Yeah, yeah. I was hungry and I heard someone in the kitchen I decided to check" I blurted out and he nodded. He handed me a cup of coffee and I downed it in one gulp, he grinned at that.

"Hungry much?" He asked and I sighed dramatically.

"Starving" 

"I can see that" he tossed me toast and I wolfed it down and he laughed, the sound was so endearing that I started at him in surprise.

"You eat like a cow" he said and I nodded, not paying heed to his remarks instead concentrating on finishing my food.

"I know" I said after I shoved down the last of the toast. He studied me and leaned forward.

"Who's Jason?" He asked and I stopped, annoyance brewing in my gut.

"It's none of your business" I retorted and he nodded, he leaned forward and took a lock of my hair playing with it and my heart beat faster.

"You're stubborn" he said and I stared at his lips, fighting the urge to lick mine.

"I am?"

"I think you know" he answered and I looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"Your name?" I blurted out, desperate to say something and he grinned.

"Call me Four" 

"Four" I chuckled, "Is that........"

Suddenly my stomach lurched and I ran to the toilet, and opened the lid and retched into the bowl, throwing up the content of what I just ate. I gasped as I wiped my mouth and stared at the mirror.

Why did I look pale?

For some reason I fished out the pregnancy tester from my blouse pocket and I tried it.

My eyes widened

I am pregnant