As every WTB fan, I have to handle the 'All-nighter'. Here is my version.

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And many thanks to stayathomemum for proofreading again.

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Dangerous delusion

Chapter 1

The morning after the night Tony spent out of the house with his study group, he awoke with a big thumping headache. It wasn`t the first time this night he woke up. He had snuck home at five a.m. in a desolate condition. Now it was almost 7.30 and he felt a cruel hangover in his head and body. Thank god, nobody had noticed that he had overslept. Almost immediately he jumped out of his bed and… regretted it. A horrible nausea overwhelmed him but he was able to swallow it down by taking a few deep breaths in- and then exhaling. During the hot discussions with the students they had consumed a lot of alcohol in the form of wine and beer. Too much alcohol for him, he didn't usually drink more than two or three glasses of anything.

He went into the empty kitchen to make breakfast and reminded himself that nobody was at home besides Angela. Oh god, Angela, his mind raced up to the last night. What had he done? He closed his eyes and terrible pictures snapped back into his mind. The study group had left the motel except for Kathleen. Kathleen and him, sitting at the bedside. He saw himself in the motel bed only in his boxers… Kathleen in the bathroom door only in slip and shirt….No, that can't be real, he thought, but no way, it was. He had slept with Kathleen last night. That was the horrible matter of fact. Little pieces of memories were coming back. How he jumped into his clothes and left the room while Kathleen was in the shower. And that now, when things between him and Angela were going so incredibly well. The last months and weeks were the best times together they ever had. Angela had helped him with his decision to become a teacher; he had coached her volleyball team and she had gifted, him a new jeep for his birthday. He felt terrible at the thought of Angela, her sweet smile, her beauty and the way she always made him feel better when something happened. The first thing that came to his mind was to pretend that nothing happened but he was not the kind of man who usually hopped from one bed to another. There was no way around it, he had to be honest with Angela.

He sat down on a chair burying his face with his hands. Angela entered the kitchen clothed in pink sweat pants and a white sweater.

"Good morning, Tony." She looked down at him and realized in a second that something was wrong. She had never seen him in such a downhearted mood. His demeanor was a complete mess.

"Good morning, Angela." He kept his hands away and made an abrupt move toward the sink, keeping his eyes down.

"Something wrong today?" Angela asked him carefully. She had heard him coming home in the early morning and a dark sense of foreboding crept through her mind.

"Angela, there is something I have to tell you and I don't want you to find it out any other way." He turned around to her, barely able to look her in the eye.

"You know, you can tell me everything", she told him, but she also had the feeling that she didn't really want to know what he has to tell her.

"First you have to know I'm sorry, I'm so sorry … I've done something terrible. I didn't ask for it, it happened anyway, I don't know how to explain… Angela, I'm so sorry for…. He almost cried.

"Tony, please calm yourself, what happened?" She felt an upcoming panic now.

"Angela… I slept with Kathleen last night." Now it was out. He breathed heavily; his whole body was overdrawn with cold sweat.

Angela swallowed. She couldn't say anything and turned her back to him. Her hands began to tremble and tears welled in her eyes and she desperately tried to force them back.

"Tony, why did you tell me… we… we are not married or engaged, you don't have to justify yourself to me…"

"But I feel like I have to. I know we don't have a relationship like that, but it feels like we do."

"I don't know what you feel and I don't know why you feel…. Angela felt a big lump in her chest. That was this thing she almost thought to know. She always knew that he had feelings for her as a friend, as the mother of Sam and maybe a little bit more but he never saw her like a woman who would be able to fulfill his life dreams in every respect. That's why he rejected her in Jamaica. "Maybe we can talk later about it but for now I can't…." Angela ran out of the kitchen drowning in tears trying to suppress her uncontrollable sobs.

"Angela, wait! Please let me explain…." He called after her but at the same time he knew that he had to give her some space. There was nothing more to do until she calmed herself. He couldn't push her. Tony, deep in thoughts, cleaned up the kitchen and left for the library to finish his studying.

Angela went to the bedroom, looking into in the mirror, only to find herself looking like hell. Stop this crying, she said to herself. She made it possible not to hyperventilate by cooling her face with lots of cold water. After a few minutes she decided to change her clothes and five minutes later she was on her way to the office. Work was the best distraction for her and it would let her forget the worst hour of her life.