Okay, Hello. . Again. So you remember me right?

Turns out to catch typos you actually need help which several of you pointed out, repeatedly.

Thank you guys for the positive reveiws! I don't know when I'll be updating this because I suck at timeline's, but since this is a re post of the first chapter Beta Proof like you guys asked, I will work extra hard on the next chapter. Because despite my grammer I do have wonderful idea's.

I hope you enjoy this little sunshine of words.

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Starling City, The Palmer's Estate,

I squint open one eye underneath a curtain of my golden hair. My feet are sprawled out in different directions and my face is planted in the pillow. Turning on my back, I reach out towards the other side of the bed, patting at the air for a good foggy moment. I sigh out annoyed when my hand finds the other side of the bed empty and cold.

I lean up on my elbows, hair falling around my shoulders out of my face. I turn staring blankly at the empty side of the bed. I'm no longer angry but just plain hurt. Sighing I reluctantly swing my feet on one side of the bed, the gray sheet slides down my waist, my feet hit cold dark wooden floors, still glaring at the stupid cube alarm clock I slip my cardigan from the foot of the bed and slide it on. I stand sliding on my slippers grabbing my phone from the table, slipping it in my cardigan pocket. Still fighting sleep off, I yawn for another 2 minutes before I decide to start walking.

I paddle towards the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom with my bunny slippers half on and half off my feet, trying not to stump my toe on any of the boxes that haven't been unpacked yet.

"Ray!?" I call into the bathroom, my voice echoing off the walls. 'No one in there.'

I call out again while walking towards the walk in closet, "Ray... babe?" 'No one there either, but the light is on and his ties are haphazardly thrown all over the floor; Again.

"Ray, I thought we talked about this, repeatedly. You can't keep throwing your clothes everywhere unless you want to hire an in house maid, because I will not be one of those wives who cleans up after their husband." I scold, but pick them up and fold them in his tie drawer anyway.

I begin to idly wander around my new home, 'mini mansion', I mentally add on. We got it after our anniversary, we were celebrating 3 years of marriage. Our anniversary was just last month so we thought it was best to buy a new home instead of staying in a condo. It was more of a guilt present from Ray for leaving for work on our anniversary. He left before we even got to desert. And not the ice cream sundae kind of desert, the kind with black laced thongs and chocolate covered strawberries. 'What man in his right mind did that? On our anniversary no less!'

I snap out of my dark thoughts when I walk past our open office door, quickly glancing in, 'also empty'

I turn to leave but stop when I hear a noise coming from the office.

'Here's to hoping it's not some serial killer ready to eat me for an early breakfast.' I shake my head, 'gosh I have to stop watching Hannibal before bed.'

I walk in the office, hand in pocket gripping my phone ready to dial 9-1-1, I open my mouth to scold Ray on his tie massacre, or to scream bloody murder. I snap my mouth shut, purse my lips slowly tilting my head when I see my neighbors cat on Ray's desk.

I quietly give thanks that it's not mine.

I slowly make my way toward the furry beast while it's head is turned towards the open window in front of Ray's desk. I crouch next to the desk slowly rising behind the cat, swiftly I manage to catch the cat by it's belly after a minor cat fight. I quickly move my face away from it's claws, as I stand holding the cat away from my face.

When the cat calms down almost looking as though he's pouting at being caught. I settle my hand on his head tentatively patting it. Cradling his head to my chest. I peek over scrunching my nose up at the cat's pee that's now all over Ray's paper work. "I don't know if I should thank you, or scold you." I cringe at the smell becoming stronger, turning out of the office I sharply closing the door.

'Ray can clean cat piss off his own paper's, no thank you.'

"I thought we talked about this Mr. Skittles. I don't pee on your turf, you don't pee on mine. And me actually peeing on your home is very unlikely. Well unless Sara makes me drink tequila, never drink tequila Mr. Skittles it turns you into a crazy person." I whisper into his ear, the fact that I was babbling to a cat didn't escape my attention he probably already thought I was a crazy person without the tequila. I jogged down the stairs moving past the kitchen entry and towards the foyer.

Opening the two dark wooden front doors, I squint at the early rising sun. Mr. Skittles manages to jump out of my arms effectively landing on the ground pattering away.

"You're welcome!" He meows loudly running towards it's owner's house. I salute at Mr. Skittles retreating figure. 'And I just saluted a cat.. Great.. I need coffee.' I sigh at the thought of caffeine. I close the door before my neighbors decide to make my bunny slippers headline Starling City's gossip rags.

Our next door neighbor cat's names always manage to make me hungry, the old lady must have a weird 'fetish' for naming her cats after food. I swear the old lady has more cats than grandchildren. And she has 8 very loud grandchildren. That like to visit, frequently.

I head upstairs, slowly making my way back to our bedroom, might as well be my bedroom considering how Ray always ends up sleeping in his office or at work. Quickly going into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and wash my face. After making sure my face is clean, I head back downstairs two at a time eager for at least two cups of coffee before I have to work.

Going into the kitchen I huff out a sigh of relief when I see a large pot of coffee already brewed, only to stop hand on pot when I see a sticky note on the coffee maker with Ray's quickly written chicken scribble.

'Rise and shine
Felicity
I finally made progress
on the new project
super
amazing project,
I'll see you at Dr. Diggle's
office.
Love,
Ray.

I can almost picture his big stupid but adorable grin, his hands moving in big excited gestures and talking at motor speed. The image almost makes me forget the fact he left for work instead of spending the whole after noon in bed like we promised. 'Like he promised.' Crumpling the sticky note I toss it in the trash can, my anger came back full force. Grabbing my favorite Green Arrow
mug out of the top black steel cupboard, I pour the coffee into the mug adding 1 sugar and 2 creams.

I'm still visibly seething until I take a sip of my coffee, audibly sighing. Leaning on the black marble counter top coffee in one hand phone in the other checking missed calls. I try not to think about my non existent marriage partner. And by try I of course mean utterly failing. It's not like I don't work I know what it's like, fighting for something tooth and nail. I know how Ray worked hard
to get the board members full approval of his new project. Since he's still new to being CEO the board is wary at best, only giving him a chance out of respect to his father.

And I know how hard it is to convince someone to give you blind faith. My small company, S.E aka Smoak Enterprises, just got a good jump start a year ago, after 2 and a half years of failed attempts of getting our business off the ground and next to big companies like Queen Consolidated, Wayne Enterprises, Kord Industries, Merlyn Global, and more.

Apparently our product was so unbelievably good, so unbelievable they thought our work, our hard work was a sham. Rumors got out. And lets face it no one wants to take a chance on an already failing company. It was terrible for a while, sometimes we lost hope. Some of our employee's just stopped bothering to show up at the dingy (but home-y) rented office.

After a while we finally got a break, two hard earned take no bull shit won investors. We were finally able to be in the spotlight in a good way, have a better repetition, and better clientele. Just 7 months ago we finally found a permanent building to be the main home of S.E, our VP and mechanical engineering genius (that's what the door plaque says) but most importantly one of my best friends, Cisco Ramon thinks we should be able to start expanding our business, beyond Starling City starting next year, when we go over the work with our lawyers. It's all very complicated but so worth the hard work.

Ray was the one who kept me going when I'd loose hope. And I know I could have skipped forward and just buy my way into the Starling Cities elite with Ray's money and power, or I could have become a trophy wife but it wouldn't have been the same, it wouldn't have felt earned.

I get late nights and frustrating projects that wont work, and I get work duties, but just because I love my job and worked damn hard to get where I am doesn't mean I spend more time at the office than I do at home, or that I love my job more than Ray.

In fact I spend most of my time at home talking to the inventors, employee's, my VP, my assistant, hell even my assistant's assistant. It's all mostly virtual and unless something terrible happens, like Cisco building a listening device and "accidentally" dropping it in one of the investors pocket because he thinks he's demon spawn. The fact is that I can manage to take a whole week off and still be in contact. Question is why can't he?

And I get it I totally understood 7 months ago when his father, former head of P.T David Palmer, finally gave him the metaphorical keys to Palmer Technologies, a months ago maybe but not now it's starting to get lonely in this big house with only our neighbors sneaky cat's. I swear one of those cats steal my shoes one at a time, never to be seen again after leaving them next to my desk in the office. "Not cool Mr. and Mrs. Skittles not cool!" I say aloud maybe they can hear me. 'Can cats hear as well as dogs?' I wonder to myself getting off track like I usually do.

I shake my head to focus, but now ever since the mysterious project he hasn't been home as much, it's almost becoming a regular thing. He's almost always out the door before I can even say 'Good Morning', we only ever see each other during lunch hours when I have to basically force feed him, and now he's been blowing dinner off 3 weeks straight. Always with a decent but all the same an excuse.

But we can't keep doing this. I can't keep doing this. We've been together since college and married for a good amount of time, enough time that we're supposed to be in the thinking of children phase, thinking about what's the next step. But no, every time I bring up the b word, 'baby not the less adorable more expletive word.' I hit my head on the palm of my hand 'your mind is wondering again.' I scold myself. Anyway when I do bring up the b word Ray tenses up and his face turns mournful until he distracts me with something else. Sometimes he succeeds but only because I let him. I always promise to bring it up later but whenever I try to ask, I lose the courage afraid he'll change his mind about me, about us.

The sex is still great if we still had it, but we don't because he's busy with work. Somehow his EA and VP became the biggest cock blockers on the planet, besides my mother when she pops in for a visit.

Having his dad's company was always a dream of his and I fully support dreams coming true. I tried working at Palmer Technologies briefly after college when we were still in our 'Honey, let's finish all of our sentences and have at
it like rabbit's phase' now it's more like "Babe, I got to go to work to make you think I'm cheating on you with my VP instead of working."

So yea, I might be a little paranoid, 'where was I again?' Right tried Palmer Tech but being in a boring office cubical all day where they had me doing things I could do in my sleep instead of handing me real work that could you know challenge me, it had me restless.

So I fully understand how hard it is to climb that ladder, now I never have to do it again. Even though I know how excruciating it was for Ray to get where he is today since his dad started him off in a cubical, claiming he had to earn his position in the company before he could take over the reins. But even though I understand it, sometimes I get lonely and does it make me a monster wanting my husband at home with me? Not working so closely to Isabel Rochev, my old boss and least favorite thing - because she isn't a person let alone humane - in the whole world.

I'm not the jealous type believe me, I know a lot of woman say that but always end up the jealous crazy person in a relationship but that woman puts the bitch in ice cold stone bitch, her gaze always manages to turn colder when I'm around. Who knows maybe he is cheating on me and she can't take being the other woman. Maybe he gets a whiff of her perfume and just attackers her mouth and they end up having sex on his desk, and maybe Ray's project is really just him sneaking out to go have sex in expensive hotels with Isa-bitch. And I know the likelihood of Ray ever cheating on me is like my best gal friend (Sara) once said to me when I shared my albeit justified but paranoid thoughts, "Ray is as loyal as a little puppy."

But me and the loyal puppy are having communicating issues, hence we don't communicate.

We barely spend an hour a day together, when we do manage more than a hour together something always comes up. When he is home, he's locked up in his office. I once had to Google how to pick locks just to make sure he was still alive. Ray and I have problems, problems I might add Ray doesn't want to admit we have but we do. We love each other, at least I love him, some days I question his love for me. But something is wrong with Ray and since I can't seem to get him to talk to me about whatever is bothering him, we hired 'is that the right word for it?' I wondered. I guilt tripped Ray into paying for us to go see a relationship counselor.

Yup it's gotten that bad.

We've been going to 2 weeks, so far Ray has only managed to scurry his way out of 1 of them. Meaning he only went to the first one.

But when he did go he kept avoiding the blaring topic of 'why the hell am I avoiding my wife like the plague?' But this
time he isn't going to distract me with pretty gifts or pretty words.

No it's time to for a fight, I don't care if I have to pull out the big guns (threaten to lock him out of every computer he owns). I can't threaten him with no sex considering I'm getting as dry as a desert. 'Gosh I miss sex.' Which reminds me.

I go into my notepad app and type in batteries on my grocery list.

Two rounds of coffee and five rounds of angry birds later, I quickly run into the bedroom pulling out my outfit for the day. I pick my new sleeveless Alice+Olivia Felix raspberry silk top paired with a black high waisted tube skirt, ruby earrings and a new barbell, it's professional but still the right amount of sexy to catch Ray's eye. I pick up my Carvela faux-suede sandals instead of flats. Because if I'm going to have a serious conversation that's most likely going to start a fight between myself and Ray the least I could do is armor myself with my very nice battle heels. And bright hot pink lipstick.

Making my way into the bathroom I quickly check my tablet for the schedule my assistant emailed me this morning. Today's agenda includes office work that I have to be in the actual building for, two meetings I can't skip out of, and dinner with Ray's parents (we didn't want anyone to know about our problems so we keep the counseling sessions name on our schedule a small ?, while our assistants wouldn't betray our trust. Gossip can get out of hand pretty quickly and while the question mark may still not be as inconspicuous it's still better than Starling City reporters thinking we're close to getting a divorce.)

Quickly discarding my clothes I tie my hair in a top knot. Setting the water just right, I slip in the shower. I begin washing myself, softly humming a tune. The water quickly making me feel more alive and ready to face my life by the bull horns.

'Or Something like that.'

- OLICITY -

Starling City. Counselor's Office, 1:25pm Tuesday, The Queens Session

I know these meetings are pointless. Laurel knows these are pointless. But still she wants to try to 'fix' whatever is wrong with our relationship. I'll do anything to try and make her happy, even if it's just for a moment. So I caved after a week of her practically begging me.

I know Tommy Merlyn, my best friend slept with Laurel Queen, my wife.

It was before the wedding, before the marriage, before my dad died before I finally got my shit together. I started paying more attention to Thea, being the big brother she deserved. I shadowed Walter so I could one day take over QC, took business classes, payed more attention to the club I had all but abandoned and dumped into Tommy's lap as soon as 'business got boring'.

So I wasn't surprised it happened because I had pushed them to this.

I was more surprised I had seen it. It hurt to have bared witness to it.

I knew I deserved it for what I'd done to them.

Cheating on Laurel countless of times over and over again, inevitably breaking her heart. I wanted to know what was Laurel Lance's breaking point. I needed a sick reassurance that she wouldn't leave. I always liked breaking things before they broke me. It was a sick game between the three of us.

See if she loved me by shoving more piles of shit on her lap. See if Tommy could forgive me for making a move on the one girl I knew he liked since middle school. I hurt them, they hurt me. And it went on and on, over and over again. None of us win, but all of us lose.

In the end I fell out of love with Laurel after high school. I would have ended things with her but my parents kept raving about how we made a perfect fit. How proud they were I at least got one thing right.

So in a twisted hope of finally getting my parent's approval of something I kept it a secret. Let everyone think we were perfectly perfect. Making my parents somewhat happy and making Laurel somewhat happy. I honestly didn't think I would ever be truly happy but as long as my family was happy I could care less. I'd been selfish for too long putting my happiness above everyone else. It was time my family got some of that happiness. I'm not sure what would make Laurel completely happy. She'd probably be happy married to Tommy, having a few kids by now. I often wondered if Laurel loves me or the image that we are together; the perfect power couple.

Oliver Queen billionaire reformed playboy, CEO of one of the largest companies in the world.

Laurel Lance, lawyer saving people one case at a time.

Now that I'm fully sober I can admit point blank I was (am) a fucked up spoiled prick. I started this twisted game between the three of us. Even though I put myself in this position. Even though I made it happen it still hurt. It still hurt to see them together. I remember the day like it was yesterday.

One night I broke into Tommy's apartment. I was looking to go out, drag him to a new club opening called 'Poison' needing to forget for a second that my dad told me it was time for me to start shadowing him at QC or he'd kick me out taking my trust fund away. I understood my father reasoning. I'd just got kicked out of the third college they forced me to go to. So I got it I just didn't give two shits.

Laurel had finally got me to propose. I made a commitment to marriage and that was more terrifying than the thought of being cut off. But my parents got exactly what they wanted; a perfect example of the Queen family. Of course no one needed to know that my dad did cheat on my mom more than twice throughout their marriage. People didn't need to know their marriage was arranged.

They definitely didn't need to know Thea Queen was supposed to be Thea Merlyn. The daughter to Malcolm Merlyn (another secret I found out that night.) My entire family and friends were built on lies and secrets.

So I really needed my best friend to help me forget my problems. I didn't know he'd actually cause me more problems when I climbed through his apartment from the fir-escape nearly breaking the living room lamp in the process. It was safe to say I was already wasted.

I wanted to go to the bathroom but ended up getting lost in my drunken haze. So I just went back the the fir escape (not the best place for a drunk man to stand. I note now that I'm sober) and waited for Tommy to come back. I dozed off for a second but snapped out of it when I heard the bedroom door shut.

Tommy did come back but not alone.

I admit I was wasted and a little high but not high enough to hallucinate Laurel's distinct moan and giggle. And I wasn't so intoxicated to see them tearing each others clothes off. I got a front row seat to the show. But it was one show I didn't want to see. I got out as quickly and quietly as possible, sliding down the ladder quietly landing, stumbling on my feet I began jogging away from the building only to stop to puke and heave on the sidewalk. By the time I walked a block away from the apartment I was sober but only halfway functional. It was one thing I didn't want to see but deserved to see.

They haven't been together since that night that much I know. Tommy and Laurel would be breaking ties if it weren't for the fact that Tommy is basically family. Me and Tommy were still friends but I'd be lying if I said things weren't completely strained.

It must have been fuck Oliver week because the next day my father passed away. I didn't grieve lightly. I vanished for five weeks straight, hiding out in my new 'friend's' house only to get kicked out the second week. I spent the rest in trashy clubs, trying to forget every fucked up thing my life had to offer. I only came back when I almost died thinking about Thea. Wondering what she was going through, being all alone. So I came back for my sister and my mom.

My father's death wrecked me. It wasn't just the death but it was watching someone, my father die in front of me. He had a heart attack from one of the many fights about school and responsibilities. I'd already been kicked out of school I didn't know why he kept bringing it up. I was going to work with him at QC. It was the same fight we always had but this time around it ended with my dad grabbing his chest and falling to the ground.

I knew he was dead before the ambulance even got there. His life faded from his eyes right in front of me. And because I was still selfish and mourning I wanted a warm body to comfort, something familiar to cling to. I clung to Laurel.

I've grown up in a lot of aspects but the one addiction I should have let go more than drugs, more than alcohol, more than countless of woman was Laurel. I didn't want to let go of Laurel back then. My main addiction was our toxic relationship. I should have let go years ago, when I fell out of love with her. When I broke a part of her. And even though I wasn't in love with Laurel I did love her. I cared for her. I loved Laurel but not enough to let her go or let her be happy with Tommy.

I'm still hesitant to let her go, to be alone. I know our marriage is close to falling apart. You can't act like me and expect it to be any other way.

Coming in late at night, acting more like a cold detached business partner than a husband, starting fights with her. I didn't realize I was doing it til Laurel pointed it out. I guess that's what they call self sabotage. I know it's time to end this before it gets messier, but I wonder how much more of a mess can this get. I know it's time for a divorce because as the days go on the more bitter Laurel gets. The more frustrated I get. The more Tommy gets pushed aside.

It kills me to hurt them. So I decided I'll hurt Laurel and myself one last time by ending our marriage.

We knew this marriage was inevitable to end one way, like everything in my life; fucked up beyond repair.

But Laurel doesn't want to admit it. My mother wont admit it either even though I'm at the mansion more than I'm at home. I keep waiting for Laurel to ask for a divorce but she doesn't. Instead she ask if we can do marriage counseling. I try to protest say we're broke beyond repair but there's no arguing with Laurel.

But that doesn't mean I'm going to comply with the sessions.

As we sit in Dr. John Diggle's office the words 'I want a divorce' sound something more like, "I want to fix this Ollie. But you have to tell me what's wrong. What did I do wrong for you to become so distant?" Laurel says in between sniffles. John hands her a tissue, "Thank you." I don't know if shes acting or she's seriously sad. I have no idea.

Laurel has changed from the sweet ambitious girl over the years of our marriage. My mother did a stand up but fucked up job of showing her the ways of the first class. Turning her into what Thea would say 'Moira Queen 2.0'

I hold my body stiff sitting on the uncomfortable brown couch. Shifting on it I reply, "Nothing's wrong. Just work is all. It's fine. We're fine this is completely unnecessary." I get up quickly to leave only to sit back down just as fast when the counselor's sharp stare and eyebrow raise turn on me. The guy is acting more like my mother than our counselor.

"Oliver, why don't you tell Laurel the truth about why you're acting distant?" John asked but he got nothing but silence. His heavy sigh is the only thing heard in the office until Laurel's relentless questioning starts. She may have practiced in a mirror for all I knew.

"Do you not love me anymore? Are you cheating on me with another woman? What is it? Tell me!" Laurel says with a devastated tone.

I breathe out a irritated sigh turning towards her softly to grab her hand awkwardly patting it, "Of course not. I still love you Laurel, that's not what this is." Laurel looks uncertain and skeptical.

"Then what is it Oliver? Tell Laurel. Talk. You do want to salvage your marriage don't you?" At my hesitate nod he continues, "then tell her what has you isolating yourself from your relationship. I can't help you if you don't let me."

I opt for a half lie half truth, "Tommy and Thea." At Laurel's confused expression I continue, "Tommy, my best friend." I clarify for John, "his dad left town again. Leaving Tommy with the company and he's been feeling left out since the wedding." I sigh, rubbing my hand on my jeans looking Laurel in the eye, "so I've been trying to mend our friendship while taking longer hours at the club, and Thea is growing up into a teenager, and she needs guidance the kind I didn't get. But since my father's death my mother has all but abandoned the role of a mother. And including the new merger at QC. I guess in the process of our busy schedule I started paying less attention to our marriage and taking my stress out on you. And for that I'm sorry. I've been juggling to much I guess."

It's not a full lie. Tommy did ask me to pitch in more at the club, I am juggling a lot between working at the club and finally finishing shadowing Walter, plus helping Thea. I'm juggling a lot but, I'm not so bad at it. I can manage it pretty well.

But as far as saying I'm busy enough to completely ignore our marriage is a total and complete lie. I have time in the day for a marriage but not this marriage. Not a cold marriage, not with the woman my best friend may still be in love with, and the woman who turned into a complete monster because of this relationship. I'm sorry but that's the truth.

But with the way the counselor is looking at me I only manage to bull shit one out of the two occupants in the room. John writes something down on his notepad and tears it off. Laurel acceptance of the apology goes deaf on my ears at the forbidding tear.

John hands the piece of paper to Laurel, "This is a new highly suggested counseling technique, it's helped several of my patients so far."

- OLICITY -

1 hour ago, The Palmer Counseling Session

Ray reads the piece of paper John wrote on, mumbling it over and over. After a while I've finally had enough. I take a look over his shoulder. Once I read it my head snaps up to meet my friends husband eyes. 'Needless to say, me and John Diggle haven't spent a lot of time together, but from the way Lyla talks about him I thought he would be at least half way smart. So when I read the note it makes absolutely no sense what so ever.'

'This man must be insane, this is insane.'
"I'm perfectly sane, Mrs. Palmer, this may work just try it, see if it works if not then you can feel free to call me clinically insane."
Ah guess I said that out loud, I usually get embarrassed by this kind of slip but this time I'm not, "This is ridiculous. I am not. We're not. Wife swapping! I'm not wife swapping. This is nuts, ball sacks nuts. This is not happening!"

I shake my head, and begin to raise my voice, "Nope! No way am I moving in with a complete stranger and letting some other woman share me and Ray's home!"

"Do you not trust Ray, Felicity?" I huff an annoyed sign at his tone.

"That's not what I was saying. What i was saying is we aren't going on a reality TV show so that our whole relationship can be in the media!"

"No camera's it's sort of like the TV show only no cameras, so it's not scripted." I grab my purse, getting ready to leave this crazy place, "I don't care if you give me a pot of gold at the end. Not happening, cameras or no cameras. Leprechauns or leprechauns." I pat Ray's shoulder roughly, "Say something, Ray!" I screech out.

He snaps his head up only to say the stupidest thing to ever come out of that genius mouth.

"Well try it."

- OLICITY -

Now: The Queen Counseling session

"How long does it last?" Laurels asks. My head snaps to her. I can feel my face heating as I fill with anger.

"No!"

"Ollie."

"No!" I spit out venomously, standing up and starting to pace.

Diggle speaks over the third no. "It last for 2 weeks, one week you go by the house hold rules, the next week they go by yours."

"No way are we doing this Laurel, think of what happens if the media caught on to this they would think we were having affairs."

She turns a sharp glare towards me, "I want to fix this! Screw the media! Last week they thought I was pregnant, the week before that I was having an affair with Bruce Wayne." We grimace at each other, "I don't care what they think anymore." She continues speaking over my sigh, her tone raising the more I pace, "I need to fix this. We need to fix this. So yes, we will do everything and anything to salvage whatever is broken."

I shake my head, sitting back down glaring at John. 'Never argue with Laurel, she'll always win the argument before you have time to even plead guilty.'

"Fine, give us the stupid date." I bite out, grabbing the piece of paper staring at it unblinkingly while Laurel and Diggle talk schedules. This is could fix or break our marriage.

I'm not sure which is worse.