A/N: Has anybody thought about what would have happened if Reba would have found out about Brock's affair and Barbara Jean never would have gotten pregnant with Henry? This is kinda like Reba What If? and possibly Reba's Dream but there still is an Elizabeth Montgomery; just no Henry Hart. See what you think. =)

Reba laid back against the pillows on her bed. She knew she had a big decision to make about her husband Brock. They had been married twenty years and she just recently found out from a co-worker of Brock's that he'd been having an affair while they were still married! Imagine that, who would want to have an affair against Reba? Sure she has a temper sometimes, but she's still a loving wife and mother right? Reba let the air out of her cheeks and just sat there. She had called Brock's condo and left a message from him telling him to come over, that they needed to talk. So all she had to do was wait. About ten minutes later, the door opened. Reba sat up to see her husband standing in the doorway.

"Hi. I got your call." Brock said.

"We need to talk." Reba stated ignoring his statement. Brock sighed.

"I know. That's what your message said. What's the matter Reba?" Brock asked. Reba stood up and walked over to him.

"I know you're having an affair Brock. I can't believe it, but you truly are. What's going on Brock? We're in couples' therapy. We're supposed to be working out our marriage. This isn't the time for you to be playing around with somebody else." Reba exclaimed. Brock cringed.

"Who told you?" Brock asked.

"Eugene Fisher." Reba replied without batting an eye.

"That wimpy guy from across the hall? You would listen to him before me?" Brock asked. Reba nodded.

"Why would he have any reason to lie to me Brock? If I straight up asked you, would you give me an honest answer?" Reba wondered out loud.

"Of course." Brock exclaimed.

"Are you having an affair?" Brock looked down at his shoes.

"No."

"Brock Enroll Hart! Are you lyin' to me?" Reba exclaimed. Brock looked up at her.

"We're separated, not married." Brock tried to defend his actions.

"It's all the same Brock! I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Reba stated angrily and glared at her husband. "When were you going to tell me it was over? When you'd gotten this woman pregnant Brock? Why didn't you tell me that you didn't want to be married anymore?" Brock looked stunned.

"You're the one who asked for the separation Reba, not me." Brock said. Reba was aghast.

"You can't be serious Brock! You're the one who left." Reba hollered.

"Because you told me to." Brock yelled back.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. I wanted some space and some air for a few hours to clear my head. I never wanted you to go permanently. Even today I love you Brock, or else this affair wouldn't hurt me as badly as it does. Doesn't that say something?" Reba asked.

"Reba, I don't know what to do. No, she's not pregnant; but if you don't want me here, I don't want to come back." Brock said.

"Who is she?" Reba questioned. Brock looked at her with a quizzical look in his eye.

"Why do you want to know?" Brock asked.

"Because I want to know what person you've been with and for how long. Did this happen before we got separated. Maybe this is why you've been so distant for so long and you've had no interest in any kind of physical stuff with me; you've been going out and getting it from somewhere else." Reba crossed her arms and looked at Brock. He glared at her.

"No. That's not true. Barbara Jean and I didn't start until you kicked me out." Brock slipped. Reba laughed.

"Barbara Jean? As in from your office Barbara Jean?" Reba scoffed. "That's impossible! Nobody would leave me for her. You are insane."

"She was there for me when I needed somebody. She was an impartial shoulder to cry on. She wasn't somebody that was in part of the divorce, she was truly there to just listen to what I had to say. I don't usually show my emotions but I had a breakdown after the separation started. I needed somebody to comfort me and Barbara Jean filled that for me. I'm sorry. But I can break it off." Brock said.

"Why didn't you come to me Brock? I'm still your wife. We've been married for twenty years. Why didn't you tell me how you were feeling?" Reba asked. Brock looked at her.

"I don't know. You seemed to be going through so much yourself and all you want to do is blame me for everything you're going though. Have you ever thought that maybe I was going through something too?" Brock wondered.

"No Brock! This was all your choice. I didn't have any choice in the matter of whether or not to get a divorce. I've been hoping that the counseling would help us, but since you'd rather prance around with a twenty year old bimbo at the office instead of trying to work things out with your wife I don't know what to say anymore. I thought you loved me and the kids. Obviously it's not as much as I thought it was."

"Now Reba that's not fair."

"I don't have to be fair Brock! If you want to play fast and loose with the institute of marriage!" Reba hollered. Cheyenne walked into her mom's bedroom.

"Mom? Dad? What's going on? I could hear the screaming all the way downstairs." Cheyenne said. Reba looked at her.

"Go on downstairs Cheyenne. I'd rather not put you in the middle of your mom's and my problems." Brock said. Reba glared at him.

"No, why don't you go ahead and tell her. She's going to find out anyway." Reba stated with her arms still folded.

"What's going on?" Cheyenne asked. Brock sighed and looked between his daughter and his wife.

"Cheyenne, I had an affair. It wasn't a very long one and nothing lasting came from it." Brock said.

"Daddy! I can't believe you." Cheyenne exclaimed.

"I'm sorry Cheyenne." Brock said, but he couldn't look up at his baby girl. She was his favorite. She was so much like him, that's why it was so hard to tell her this. Cheyenne walked out of the bedroom. Reba uncrossed her arms and walked over to her husband.

"Why is it I'm the one you had the affair on and she's the one who gets the apology?" Reba asked. Brock looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"Is that really what you want Reba? You want an apology. Well fine." Brock leaned up against the dresser. "Reba, I truly am sorry for what I've done. I had an affair and I shouldn't have. But we're separated and it looks like we're headed towards divorce. I didn't realize this would impact you so much." Reba's jaw dropped.

"We're married Brock! How would this not affect me?" Reba asked. "I can't trust you anymore Brock, but I heard your apology. I hope eventually over time I will be able to accept it." Reba said. She started to storm out of the bedroom, but then stopped. She too had tears in her eyes. "I asked you here today because I wanted to confront you about this issue and now I wish I never would have. But I'm glad that I know what kind of man I married twenty years ago. Any trust I had in you is gone Brock. I thought you loved me enough that I was okay and you wouldn't need anything else. That's how I felt about you." Reba walked out of the room and left Brock standing in the bedroom that they had shared for eight years together. (A/N: If you'll recall, they haven't lived in the house for all of Cheyenne and Kyra's lives). Brock noticed the wedding picture of them next to the bed. He wondered how many times Reba had looked at that since he'd moved out. What had he done? What was he going to do to fix this? Did he really want to go back to Reba or did he think he had something better with Barbara Jean? Reba was his wife, he knew what he should do; but that may not be what he was going to do.