"You're in love with the girl that brings my coffee?"

Regina was incredulous.

"I'm sorry, but I do, I didn't mean to. It just happened." Emma wailed, mopping at her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket.

"You're leaving me?" Regina was still trying to wrap her head around this ridiculous turn her life had just taken.

Emma nodded her confirmation, her lip trembling as Regina's eyes flashed with a mixture of rage and fear.

Emma, the love of her life, didn't love her anymore?

Her wife's silence only confirmed her worst fears.

"You don't love me anymore." Regina said numbly, repeating out loud the words in her head.

Emma didn't reply, she didn't have to, her guilt was written all over her face.

"When? When did you stop loving me?" She asked, her voice felt hollow, she felt hollow, she could feel her heart breaking, her world crumbling.

"Months ago." Emma whispered.

Regina swallowed hard, her knees suddenly going weak as her world fell out from under her.

"And how long have you been with this woman?"

"A year."

Regina snapped to attention the haze of pain disappearing as it was replaced with rage of betrayal.

"You selfish bitch. You unbelievable whore. You've been with her all this time? And you let me go ahead and get pregnant with the baby we've always wanted?" Regina couldn't believe the cruelty of these actions, her hand automatically resting on her slightly protruding belly as she stepped away from her wife.

"We're married. We're expecting a baby. And you've been bedding someone else for a year, as well as me? And loving her, but not loving me?" Regina could feel the tears streaming down her face but all she could feel was an overwhelming sense of injustice.

Emma could only nod, tears poured down her face, her throat choked with shame.

"What about the children?" Regina asked, suddenly terrified that Emma, would try and take her babies away.

"I still love them." Emma sobbed, choking out the words.

Regina couldn't even look at her.

"Get out. Just leave, get out." She stood and grabbed Emma's coat, throwing it at her, her handbag, her phone, hurling them all at her soon to be ex-wife. "Get the fuck out."

"Regina!" Emma begged, finding her voice, but Regina wouldn't listen to anymore.

"GET OUT!"

"IT'S MY HOUSE!" Emma bellowed as she dodged the things being thrown at her.

"FINE. I'll go." Regina spat, pushing past Emma, wrenching their bedroom door open and storming out. Tears blurred her vision as she hurried down the hall and the stairs, escaping outside into the frigid winter air.

Snow crunched under her feet as she walked to her car, crossing her arms for warmth, her coat, scarf and gloves barely shielding her from the icy air.

Once in her car she blasted the heat, sitting in the driveway while the engine warmed up, her body heaving as great sobs racked her body.

Before today the idea of Emma not loving her, or betraying her like this was incomprehensible. Now it had been forced upon her and was very real. And it hurt so badly. It hurt more than she could bear.

She just felt so blindsided. It's not like their marriage had been deteriorating for years and was ending. No, as far as Regina had known they'd been happy and content right up until their conversation. She'd had no idea the extent of the betrayal. This was an ending with no closure. It was like she'd been hit by a truck. One second she has a beautiful wife whom she adores. Next minute, she doesn't, and the wife hasn't died or anything, no, she just doesn't love her and is in love with someone else instead. And she's been fucking that someone for the last year.

"God I'm such a fool." Regina moaned, resting her head on the steering wheel as she tried to calm down, reigning on her sobs.

Now she had to live with the heartbreak and the knowledge that she loved someone who no longer loved her. Not to mention that the bitch who was replacing her was barely 20 and FUCKING WORKED AT HER FIRM.

Belle. Her fucking name was Belle. She was an intern where Regina worked, at Gold and Son's Law Firm, where she herself was a prominent lawyer and a partner to the company.

How Emma had managed to ruin her life on so many levels perplexed her. Cheat on her, with someone from her workplace, and then fall in love with them? Essentially ruining her marriage, her workplace and her social life with one fell swoop.

Eventually Regina ran out of tears, her eyes drying up, her cheeks stained as steeled herself to carry on. She had to deal with this and she'd deal with it in style, or her name wasn't Regina Mills.

She pulled out of her driveway and into the snowy street, her sleek new Audi purring up the icy road. She kept her speed low, her driving careful, as she navigated her way through the quaint, but frozen little town of Story Brooke.

"What am I going to say to the kids?" She wondered aloud, as she pulled up outside their school. For god's sake, she was hardly able to process the news, how could she tell them? She ran over ways she could break the news as she reapplied her make up in the rear-view mirror, attempting to hide her red eyes and swollen cheeks.

Emma and Regina had three children. The oldest, Damon, was Regina's biological son, she'd had him when she was only 18, the same age as he was now. The captain of the football team had ignored her disregard for his advances and then ignored her as she screamed no and forced himself inside her. In the aftermath of the rape she had discovered she was pregnant.

And she had cried. For days. Eventually she decided to keep the baby, and despite the struggle and hardship, she had completed high school and graduated from Yale Law.

Her mother had kicked her out for keeping him, certain it would destroy her life. But her father had supported her, helped her financially, baby sat, helped her get a part time job, paid for her to attend Yale after she was accepted, and looked after Damon during her exams. It had taken a lot of hard work but Regina had managed to study and qualify for the career she wanted and raise a child. Damon was six years old when she passed the bar and was the first person she'd told in her excitement. They were very close, even now, though he was also very affectionate of his adoptive mother, Emma.

Their middle child was Henry, 10 he was biologically Emma's, he was conceived from a one night stand before their relationship began. Emma was two months pregnant with him, and unaware of his existence, when she and Regina met and began dating.

A month later she figured out she was pregnant. And to both of their surprise it didn't strain the relationship. Regina already had the eight year old Damon, and another addition, even so soon, only added to their happiness. Henry had always felt just as much hers as his brothers, Regina was there when he was born, had raised him. He was her son. They all were.

Their current youngest child, Daniel, was 7, and was Regina's biologically as well. She was the more maternal of the two women and though she loved Damon dearly, as she also did Henry, she longed to carry a child intentionally. So she and Emma had agreed and gone to a sperm bank. It had worked the first time, despite all their worry and fear, and nine months later she'd given birth to their third bouncing baby boy.

And that was their family. Regina was the primary provider for the family, working full time as a lawyer until she made partner and got to decrease her hours to half weeks on her new and large salary. Gold was a good employer and Regina was his favourite, she never had to worry about her job when she went on maternity leave.

Emma was the stay at home mom, and she was good at it, and yet despite her being at home and Regina out working, Emma had always taken on a more fatherly role, Regina being the real momma of the two.

It had always worked.

Until Emma decided to put her head between someone else's legs and leave her devoted wife for a trollop.

Regina was only 36, Emma 37, both gorgeous. Emma was a tall and willowy blonde.

Regina was like an amazon warrior, flawless olive skin, tall narrow frame, legs to kill for, luscious black hair, cut into a fashionable bob, dark, beautiful eyes, and lashes for days. Motherhood had given her large breasts, stretchmark's, and curves in all the right places. Her usually flat stomach was currently a cute little bulge beneath her pencil skirt, she was two months along with baby number four, their second to be created with the help of a donor.

This baby was the next step in their family. But now their family was torn apart. And now she had to face her kids.