A/N: Multi. Premeditated yet quite unexpected.
This plot has been wandering around my mind for quite a while now but I had no intention of writing this fic just yet and even when I thought about it, I always envisioned it as a pretty long one shot to be. Well… nope.
This is my personal take on what I think happened back then and that eventually led them to where they ended up. Just so you know, it's back and forth all along but I rather have you figure out how I played the 'flexible-non linear' timeline in this story, so I'm not gonna explain it any further. Please read and find out by yourselves. Here you are. Let's have it.
Disclaimer: I'm kinda sick and tired of saying this: NOT MINE!
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The Silk Betrayal
"No, that's not true."
"I think you are not in the position of telling me what is true or not anymore."
"I want a divorce." She sounds determined, very much so, but there are those tears again; she can't seem to fight them back. She can't stop them.
He looks at her as if she was a complete stranger. She can see him wondering who the hell is that woman standing in front of him? She can see that bracing question as clear as the offensive sunny day outside, all over his disgusted face. She feels slapped.
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He runs his hands through her hair while she sleeps peacefully next to him. Her bare back and her head resting on the pillow is all he can see. The rest of her figure is strategically covered by a white silk sheet.
His mind replays the images from the previous evening. The moans, the sweat, the gasping for air and more.
He is fully aware of the marks she must have left in his back. The pain, which hurt so good, has worn off by now, but he still remembers the burning trace that her nails left on his skin, the exact moment when she did so and what she said while doing it. She did not call out his name. But he is not exactly sure of what he heard. He thinks he heard something that he has seen coming for a while now. But he is not positive. He also remembers other things she did. He decided to keep all of what he now knows or at least suspects, to himself. He has a lot to lose. Or, has he already lost it all? He is not even sure if he really wants to know the answer to that question.