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A/N: Made it out of boredom. Updates will be irregular because I'm an awesome lazy ass. If you check, I have almost ten stories that only had Chapter 1. Sad, right…?

"You'll get back here, right?"

"Maybe."

Maybe; that was always his answer to her questions. Every time she asks him, he would answer that. And then she would take a step back and smiled like nothing had happened. And then she would beam at him asking: "What would you like to have dinner?"

And he would say, "I'll be late tonight."

One very cold sentence he would always give her. The black hair girl would give him a tight smile, and then nodded, as if his coldness doesn't hurt her at all. Of course it did. It stabbed her heart deeply, cutting every vein in her heart.

It was also the same, today. He would leave the house near three in the afternoon, and she would remind him to be back for dinner. Again, he said "Maybe."

Hinata stared out at the night sky. He wasn't back yet. There wasn't even sign that he would be back. The food on the dining table had cool down, but she hadn't eaten anything. She was still waiting for him to be back.

I believe he will be home soon.

Soon.

Then she would fall asleep on the couch, with the television on, the lights on. He would come home, took a glance at her and then disappeared into the bedroom. He didn't even bother to bring out a blanket to cover her, let alone carry her in.

He left her just like that.

The next morning, Hinata woke up, rubbing her eyes softly. She stole a glance at the big clock hanging on the wall.

Seven thirty.

It was time to prepare breakfast and do the laundry. The girl padded into the bathroom, washes her face and did what she would do every morning. And then she walked into the kitchen while tying up her long, silky black hair. She made herself a cup of coffee and prepares some toast.

Then she laid them on the dining table, and walked off to the bedroom to wake her husband.

Knock, knock…

There was no respond. He must be asleep, she thought, pushing the door open gently. Sure enough, Sasuke Uchiha was still in the bed covered with blankets. Hinata smiled and walked towards the man, shaking him on the shoulders gently.

"Wake up, Sasuke. It's time for breakfast,"

The raven stirred a little but there was no sign of him getting up. Sighing softly, Hinata walked away and collect his clothes that were lying on the floor. Sasuke had a habit of not wearing any fabrics while sleeping.

The girl picked one of his shirts up and was stumped. A feeling of betrayed slapped her heart so hard that she felt it would break down any moment. There was a stain of lipstick on her husband's shirt's collar. The girl's eyes started to water.

She had found out about these about a month ago, but she kept quiet. But today, all the pain seemed to explode inside her. Her tears fell, staining her pale, flawless skin. Her grip on the shirt tightened as she tried to control her sobs.

How could Sasuke do this to her?

After their five years marriage, after everything they had gone through. They both had loved each other so deeply but their relationship was forbid by Neji, Hinata's older brother. Neji despised of Sasuke for being an orphan, and warns Hinata that he was only fooling around.

Until the day Sasuke was willing to scarify himself to save Hinata, only then Neji started to believe that the man truly loves his sister. They agreed to marry and Hinata moved in to Sasuke's apartment.

Life was tough on the first year of their marriage. Sasuke's ex-girlfriends came one by one, threatening to hurt Hinata for stealing him away from them. One the second year, there was no more harassment from the exes.

Sasuke loved Hinata dearly as she was his very first true love. And then it happened.

Three months ago, Sasuke had started coming home late. He would give excuses about over-time works or meeting with the boss. Hinata believed all of it. After all, she was too innocent to believe every lies her husband had told her.

Until last month Sakura told Hinata that she saw Sasuke on the street with one of his ex. Hinata smiled and denied everything. She would convince Sakura that Sasuke really loved her and she would gush about how he saved her years ago, again and again.

The fact was she was trying to push away all the doubts that had started to dominate her heart. She wanted to believe that Sasuke still loves her. She wanted to believe that Sasuke will not betray her. She wanted to believe all of that.

Sasuke shifted and Hinata quickly wiped away her tears and stood up. Sasuke still had not waked up. Hinata collects the clothes quickly and left the room, heading towards the laundry room. She threw the clothes in the washing machine, poured some powder and softener then click 'start'.

She headed towards the dining table. The breakfast set was still not touched. Still with tears, she sat down and started nibbling on her toast. The toast tasted bitter and salty as her tears had fallen on it. She cried and cried.

I loved him. I believed him. I trusted him and I gave everything to him.

"What? He did that to you?" Sakura slaps the table hard, making some of the customers in the café to turn around. The pink haired girl looked fierce. Hinata tried to calm her down.

"I-I don't know, Sakura-chan…But those stains…" Hinata broke down again. Ino who was watching since just now gripped her fist.

"He's crossing the line. You have to stop him," she said through gritted teeth.

Hinata looked up. "But how…? How, Ino-chan?"

"Leave him." Sakura and Ino chorused together, and Hinata looked as if someone had just slapped her on the face.

Leave? Her best girlfriends are calling her to leave Sasuke? How is it even possible?

"B-But—"

"No more buts, Hinata. You have to teach him a lesson. Leave him, Kiba is waiting for you," Ino said, squeezing the black hair's hand. Hinata looked confused.

"I don't like Kiba. Furthermore, if I leave, what will happen to Sasuke?"

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Let him rot in hell."

Hinata looked baffled. Sakura saying that…? Sakura calling Sasuke to rot in hell…? If Hinata remembered clearly, Sakura Haruno had a major crush on Sasuke since high school. When had she hated him so much?

"Yeah, leave him. Go to Kiba. He's still waiting and single," Ino said, patting Hinata. The black hair became more and more confused.

"I-I—"

"Are you willing to be betrayed over and over again, Hinata?"

Hinata looked down. "N-No…"

"That's why! You're only twenty two, Hina-chan. It's still not too late to start over again." Sakura convinces Hinata, and Ino nodded.

Leave.

The only option left. She was cheated by Sasuke's scheme for years. The raven did change, but then his old habits returned. Hinata wanted to seek Neji for help but he was sure that she would only get mocked by him. After all, she chose Sasuke.

That night, Sasuke was no home again. Hinata stared at the luggage on her bed. Her white eyes were empty, and nothing was left in it. After that afternoon tea with her friends, she had cried non-stop. And then she realized she was an idiot.

She was Sasuke Uchiha's doll.

Determined she grabs the clothes in her wardrobe and stuff them in her luggage.

She smirked.

In no time, I will get you, Sasuke Uchiha. You are mine. Hinata Hyuuga is just an intruder in our relationship. I loved you first, she thought, admiring her fingernails that were just painted. She sat there on her couch, plotting ways to get back her crush.

Her green eyes darted around the room, scanning the golden wallpapers and the well decorated pillars. Her room looked luxurious like a princess's room. She was the daughter to the rich man. She gets what she wants.

She gets who she wants.

A/N: I'll leave it to you to guess who will be the bitch in Sasuke and Hinata's relationship. It's going to be very, very dramatic so if you can't stand dramas, I suggest you to leave. Flames will be used to roast my homeworks.