Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters, just the plot line.

I bent down to brush my lips softly against his cheek. As soft as a feather, so soft that I barely heard it with my own ears, I whispered, "I'm sorry."

His russet skin still looked rosy with the pleasure I had just given him. I loved everything about him, from his carefree personality to his beautifully sculpted body. His soft eyelashes brushed against his cheekbones as he sighed softly in his sleep, "Claire."

My name had never sounded more like a curse word in my life.

A small tear found its way down a well-worn path on my cheek, despite my careful makeup application. My normally straight hair was elaborately curled, and my graceful dancer's body was clad in a deep velvet dress that many would consider immodest. I surely did.

I was too done-up for a person who had just had sex with their soul mate. Mind blowing, incredible, passionate sex.

But I had other places to be.

I left my heart with him as I walked out the door with my five-inch heels clicking away on the front drive of our home. Our dream home. Our light-blue-with-white-panneling house that we had spent 2 years of our wonderful marriage saving up for.

But tonight, it wasn't about our dreams, or our home, or our feelings, or even about hearts.

I had other places to be.

With the grace of a cat, I slid into the front seat of my new car, and silently pulled away from the curb.

After driving for about 10 minutes, waves of pain and regret washed over me.

He had to know why I was leaving so suddenly for the past several months. Why I would stay out until 2 in the morning, claiming I was with the "girls" when I smelled so strongly of him. Why I never let him near my phone, or why I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye when I said I loved him.

I did. I really did.

Quil was perfect for me in every way.

But as they say, there ain't no rest for the wicked.

After an immesurable amount of time driving, I finally arrived at the run-down apartment buildings on the shitty side of Port Angeles.

I truly left my heart with Quil tonight.

I felt absolutely no compassion as I walked up the stairs and knocked softly on room 301's door. I felt nothing as he opened the door and wordlessly led my inside. Quil completely disappeared as he shamelessly ran his hands all over an openly married woman. I'm pretty sure I was still wearing my ring.

His strong hands pulled my dress off. He led me to his soft bed where I had spent many nights in his arms, while he claimed to be making love to me as I heartlessly agreed to them.

I was cold, and compassionateless, and shrewd.

And it felt good.

He slid inside of me. He picked me up and pressed me against the wall as he slammed into me over and over. I felt his abnormally warm arms wrap around me as I cried out his name over and over.

It felt so good.

And as I laid next to my lover, I couldn't help but sigh out his name as I fell into a light snooze.

"Embry..."

It had to be killing Quil, knowing I was lying in the arms of someone else.

But I left my heart with him.

And tonight, I had other places to be.

A/N: Yes, this is a darker story. It wasn't meant to make people feel good. I don't know where this came from. I was listening to Rihanna's song "Unfaithful," and it hit me. Comment & subscribe?

-Chels.