AN : I don't own any of those characters. I decided to write this story, because I didn't find any fanfiction that I really liked. As you can see, I'm a finchel shipper. Please leave a review or a comment, because that's how I will be able to get better.

P.S. I'm originally from Montreal, Canada, so I usually speaks French. Although my english is pretty good, please tell me if I made any mistake.

The secret is out

RACHEL'S POV

When my phone started ringing this morning, waking me up at the same time, I realized that Brody didn't come home last night. I had this huge headache and the worst hungover ever. I couldn't even get out of bed, so I grabbed my cellphone to answer it, while thinking about what had happened yesterday.

24 hours ago...

-Everyone, please applaud for Mrs. Rachel Weston a last time! Thank you so much Rachel for coming today and I'm sure your new movie will be absolutely amazing, just like the other ones! Goodnight everyone!

Just when I was about to leave the set to go home, I received a text from my husband, the broadway and hollywood star Brody Weston, telling me he would be late because he had this big meeting at the theater that would probably go on for hours. 'Just like always' I thought. So I decided to go take a little walk in Central Park since I had nothing to do and that I didn't want to be alone in the appartment that was way too big if you ask me.

When I turned the corner, I remembered that I had forgotten my agenda backstage at the theater where my husband performed yesterday. I turned around, grabed my keys and got in the car. When I arrived in front of the theater, I observed that there was only two cars in the parking lot and that there was almost no lights on. ' That's weird, I thought this is where Brody had his meeting '. I opened the door quietly, trying not to make any noises since I didn't want to disturb the meeting. That's when I heard those weird sounds coming from the room not too far way from me. I first thought it was some people talking to each other since they were in a meeting, but then I heard what could only be moans.

- Oh my god! Yes, yes, there!

- Stop talking or someone will hear us!

- There's ... no one... yes there... here! Oh god Brody! Please don't stop!

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't even had time to realize what I was doing, that I was already standing in the door frame, looking at my husband while he was fucking someone who obviously wasn't his wife!

- What the...? BRODY!

- Rachel? Rachel! That's not what it seems! We were...hum...practicing a scene! Yes, practicing a scene! Right Rebecca?, he said while looking at the woman beside him.

- Hum, yes. That's exactly what we were doing. Practicing a scene, the young woman who couldn't be older than 20 years old replied uncertainly.

- You, I said while looking at her, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!

- Rachel, dear, don't you think you're being a little bit overdramatic for nothing?, told me Brody while trying to calm me down.

- Me? Overdramatic? I wasn't the one fucking my costar backstage! Why did you do it Brody? I though we were happy... We had a beautiful daughter, an amazing career and we were the hit-couple of Hollywood. Why did you feel like cheating on me? I thought you loved me...

- Rachel, the moment I saw you all those years ago, I knew you'd become someone and I knew that I needed you to be who I wanted to be. That's why I started dating you. But then, you couldn't give me everything I wanted. Sure you gave me a daughter, but that was YOUR dream, not mine. I never wanted to start a family and you knew that. That's when I realized that I could continue to be married to you while I would look for what I really wanted somewhere else.

- You mean, that all those promises you made 16 years ago when Ava was borned, none of them were true? I can't believe this!

- CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND ANYTHING?! This isn't love, it's business. We can't divorce unless you want to be alone, with no career. If we break the hit-couple of hollywood up, we'll both be nothing and I'm sure that's not what you want. This is your dream, remember? You should thank me instead of yelling at me.

- GO TO HELL BRODY FUCKING WESTON! And bring your career with you because I want a divorce!

And just like that, I left. I didn't look back, I didn't cry and I didn't say anything else. I knew what I had to do. I had to leave and bring my daughter. But before I could reach the penthouse that I shared with Brody, I saw this bar, and without thinking about it, I entered it. Tonight, I was going to get wasted.

Present time...

'' Hello? '' I said while answering my phone.

'' Yes Mrs. Weston? This is Clark from the lobby. You asked me last night to wake you up since your flight is at 10:30. Have a nice day. ''

'' Thank you Clark. You too. ''

I then hunged up and got out of bed. Once I had woken Ava up, I went to take a shower before we left. We grabed our luggage and, without even calling Brody or leaving a note, we left. Lima, here we come...

TBC...