Hey guys!

So...I've been inactive for a while...sorry about that :/

I have no idea how to progress Darkness Descends - read the latest "chapter" in that story to understand what I'm saying.

This is the new idea I had, and I think I can go places with this. I want you guys to know that this is going to be a realistic story: if something happens with Clary and Jace...they won't just kiss and make up.

It'll take time, as does everything.

Enjoy!

Summary: Clary (23) and Jace (25) have been married for 3 years. Jace is an A-list celebrity, and is in high demand for several movies. After 2 years into their marriage, Clary starts seeing changes in her husband, such as having free time and not talking to Clary, or even looking at her. She starts to feel neglected, and is determined to find out why he's acting like this. Secrets and tears are spilled, and when Jace messes up big time, does Clary give up on their marriage for good?

Red and black blobs sat on the canvas, and were immediately smoothed down by the rough bristles of a worn down paintbrush. This painting reflected her feelings, as did all of her art. It was unusual for Clarissa Herondale, or Clary, to be upset while creating art...but lately, her life was a downward spiral.

She took the dark blue and dipped her paintbrush into it, smearing it on the canvas. Clary's thoughts lay on her husband, the famous Jace Herondale.

She was constantly worried and upset; he had been neglecting her for eight months. He wasn't intimate with her, he barely kissed her, and she got the feeling that he didn't want her.

Every day brought forth more questions: Was he cheating on me? Did he stop loving me?

She felt scared and lonely, and she had nobody to talk to about her problems. Her best friend, Simon Lewis, married her other good friend Isabelle Lightwood, and they were in their own happy little bubble.

One of Clary's worst nightmares came true when Simon and Isabelle told Clary days after her wedding that they didn't want to be associated with her or Jace in fear of their private life being publicized. They left Clary heartbroken, but when they felt "bad" for their actions, she would receive a text from one of the two asking how she was.

She never responded, and never intended to.

Clary rubbed her paint stained hands together, and then looked at the canvas in horror. She had painted herself curled up in a corner of a room, surrounded by darkness. Jace was standing by the door, and his back was facing her.

Her mother, Jocelyn, always used to say that paintings should speak to the viewer and it should appeal to them. The only think Clary conveyed from her painting was neglect, and that was anything but appealing.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the door open and then close loudly. He was home, her Jace was home. But this time, something was different. Clary heard Jace's voice faintly moaning somebody else's voice. No. No. No. He couldn't have...

She ran up the stairs with her phone clutched tightly in her hand, and heard the noise getting louder. That was when she saw Jace clumsily carrying a blonde up the stairs while sloppily kissing her. This was a dream right?

Clary watched in shock as Jace went up the stairs without noticing her, and she hastily followed him to what she assumed was their room. Before entering, Clary looked at her wedding band. "Please tell me this isn't real Jace," she whispered. "Please."

She opened the door slowly, and she felt like her heart stopped. Jace was pounding into a blonde bimbo, both of them unaware that Clary had opened the door.

Clary clasped her hand over her mouth, but a traitorous gasp slipped out of her mouth. Her husband stopped in his tracks, and the girl beneath him screamed.

Everything after that happened in slow motion. Jace turned around and looked at his wife in horror, his eyes hazy with alcohol and fear. Clary grabbed her wedding band and engagement ring and dropped them on the floor.

"I guess you finally found someone better, right?" whispered Clary. "I'll send the divorce papers as soon as I get the chance. Keep the house, keep everything. None of this is mine."

And after that, she ran out of the room, sobbing. Never had she felt so betrayed, so broken in her life. Everything she had built up with the man she trusted and loved was shattered and stomped into little pieces. The thought of Jace cheating made her heart ache in pain.

Before Clary reached the door, she felt someone grab her arm, and saw Jace standing there, hopelessness written on his face. "Clary," he slurred. "Please, please, don't leave me. Please. I love you, god, things have been so bad in the past eight months. Let me try, I swear, Clary. I-"

"How long has this been happening?" cried Clary. Jace looked at her, his eyes filling with tears.

"Five months." he whispered. "I was with Kaelie for five months.

She slapped him hard, so hard his cheek was redder than her hair. "I should have known you never would have changed for a simple girl like me. I was stupid, and this was wrong. Good fucking bye."

And that was how she walked out of his life.

Clary drove blindly, tears blocking her vision. She had her mind set on going to her foster father Luke's house. Growing up was a challenge for Clary. Jocelyn, her mother, brought her up till she was five, but her father, Valentine, was abusive and frankly, a psychopath. When Clary went to the kitchen one day...he killed her mom and himself.

Clary had a brother; Jonathan, but he wasn't a great sibling. When social services came on that fateful day, Jon was perfectly fine with being separated from his sister.

Little did she know that her brother had found a home months ago, with his best friend. He never told anyone that he had a little sister who got beaten by their father at home while he went to school.

So, her brother got to live at a beautiful mansion with his best friend, but Clary had it worse, far worse. It seemed like every foster home she went to abused her...physically or mentally, and sometimes both.

When she was 13, Luke came to her rescue. He was a simple book store owner, but he was good friends with Jocelyn. Luke found Clary when she was being shipped out of her latest home and adopted her on the spot.

Clary lived with him ever since that day, and she loved him with all her heart. To her, Luke was her father. He was her rock.

After she got married to Jace, Clary made sure to visit Luke weekly. The only reason she wasn't completely depressed was because of him, and for that, she was grateful.

As she pulled up near Luke's small house, she relished the memories that washed over her. This home was where she had some of her happiest moments, and she loved that.

Clary parked in the driveway and sobbed. She stumbled out of the car and rang the doorbell. After a couple minutes, the door opened, revealing the last person she ever expected to see.

Jonathan.

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