A/N: I don't own Naruto.
He always seemed to know what to say to charm a girl. He had charmed her once, telling her all the things she wanted to hear. She was the only girl for him, he couldn't live without her, and she was everything to him. She had believed him too, maybe illogically, but she had, trusting him to love her.
She held the tears back as she watched him from her car. Her husband was sitting in one of the best restaurants in the city with some woman she didn't know. The woman giggled at something he said, sharing glances and flirting unashamedly. Did this woman not know he was married?
The lies he told her had been so sweet, so real. When he had proposed to her, she had hoped against hope that they would last forever. How could she have been so foolish?
She choked back a sob as he tucked a loose strand of the woman's hair back behind her ear, so loving, so attentive. All those loving touches she had thought were just for her were now being lavished upon another. Was she being replaced?
She had given him everything she could, every move she made she had dedicated to his happiness. She had been, and still was, his devoted wife. What more did he want? Why wasn't she good enough?
She couldn't watch them any more; it hurt too much. Sakura turned the key in the ignition and headed home. He wouldn't leave her; it would look bad to his colleagues, so she would leave him. It was time Sasuke knew how it felt to be unloved.