Hey guys I wasn't too sure about this story so please let me know what you think! I just thought this was a different route that the character could have taken! Thanks guys!

I don't own anything from the 50 shades trilogy!

This is the scene where Christian has come home drunk after finding out that Ana is pregnant and where Ana finds Mrs. Robinsons text to Christian. Enjoy!

Fifty Shades to Forgive

I stare at the screen, fury building within me. I can't believe he has done this to me... again. Once again he has run right back into her arms when the going gets tough. I feel like I'm about to combust with emotions. I want to scream, cry and laugh all at the same time. I settle for crying. As the salty tears reach the corner of my mouth I glance back down at the screen

*It was good to see you. I understand now.

Don't fret. You'll make a wonderful father*

I know that me being pregnant is a shock but to run back to her is the ultimate betrayal. I look up at Christian who has passed out on the bed, my beautiful fifty shades, why would you do this? I was ready to forgive him for walking out, for leaving me during a time when I needed him the most but now... I don't know how I'm going to forgive him. God only knows what they did together. Did he re-visit her version of the red room of pain? The thought makes me feel light-headed and I fall to my knees gasping for air. I still love him, but how could I stay with a man that would cheat on me... if he did. Maybe they just talked? Even so, I am furious that he would reveal such a personal situation between me and him to her. I hate him right now, he didn't feel he could talk to me about it? So he ran to that sick peado, if he thinks that I'm just going to sit back and let him away with this he has really underestimated Anastasia Steele.

Looking up at him again, I want none of him. He chose tonight. He chose to go running back to his past when his future was sitting at his breakfast bar, willing to accept him and his fifty shades of fucked- upness. Well not any longer, it's not just me I have to think about now it's our baby too, and I will not stand around and accept a life where we come second. She can have him now for all I care, I can raise this baby on my own if I have to. Fuck him and fuck Mrs. Robinson.

I run into our closet and spot Christians gym bag, I empty the contents onto the floor and start throwing my clothes into it. The fury within me is building and building. My palms are beginning to sweat and my hands are shaking with rage. I've never been this mad before and never thought I would be, least of all with Christian. I run into the bathroom and gather my toothbrush, hairbrush and make-up bag. How could he do this? He has ruined us. If he wants a life with me now he's going to have to fight and I mean fight. I've left him once before but not like this. I took him back with the promise that he would love and protect me; little did I know that the one person I needed protection from was him.

I walk back into the closet and pick out an outfit for work tomorrow and the next day. With that I zip up the gym bag and head for the door. I glance back at him, he hasn't even stirred he's that pissed. I feel as if my life within a matter of seconds has come crashing down before me. I feel the tears collecting in my eyes and scold myself. Hold your ground Ana, he is at fault here, he went to see her, he betrayed you by doing god knows what with her, he left you. Before leaving I grab his phone and pull mine out of my purse and type down that bitch's number, I throw his phone on the bed beside him leaving the message open on the screen.

I close the door slowly behind me until I hear the faint click. I let out a deep breath that I didn't realise I was holding. What do I do now? The sudden pang of loneliness hits and I'm tempted to run back into the room and hold him... but I don't. I'm suddenly walking towards the utility closet which holds all the spare keys. I can't leave now... Taylor or Sawyer are probably watching the CCTV cameras and insist they come with me. I don't want him to know where I am. I pick out the keys for the playroom and head there.

The scent of leather hits me like a punch in the face. The pang of loneliness returns, we had happy memories in here but now all I can think of is his betrayal and how I miss him already in spite of everything. I succumb to tears once again whilst I lock the door from the inside out. I pull the large duvet from the bed and wrap it around me. I land on the couch and this is where the real heart wrenching painful tears begin to fall. I finally begin to calm down and turn my phone on silent; I lay down staring up at the ceiling. I place my hand over my now flat stomach "Mommy will never leave you" I whisper to my little blip and somewhere in the darkness sleep takes over me.

I wake with a jolt gasping for air, I try to take in my surroundings, and I'm in the playroom. The memories from last night come flooding back and once again I am angry. I pick up my blackberry to check the time 08:15, FUCK! I also notice that I have 5 new missed calls. I wonder who from? Sarcasm dripping from my thoughts. I check my voice mail and they are from Christian and Kate. Shit! I didn't think that he'd ring her. There's a light tap at the door whilst someone tries to turn the handle, my head whips round in the direction of the voice.

"Ana? Ana are you in there?" he says quietly, I would recognise that voice anywhere. I stand ready to run if he comes through the door but luckily he doesn't. I tip toe over to the door and press my ear against it to hear the harsh whispers between Christian and who I can only assume is Taylor.

"She's not in there" he says with a hint of pain in his voice. "We need to find her" he says with more force. Taylor responds with a dutiful "Yes, Sir". I always knew that Taylor would side with Christian but even so it still hurts that I'll be left with no-one while he has them all. I hear their faint footsteps as they head into the great room.

I look at myself in the mirror; I look at my gaunt face and swollen eyes from all the crying. You can do this Ana. I pinch my cheeks to add a bit of colour and then grab the gym bag and my high heeled stilettos. I unlock the door and peek out to find no-one there, thank god; I don't even want to look at him. I head toward the foyer door and hear Christian barking orders at the security team

"FIND HER!, she should never have gotten out of here in the first place without you all knowing, you're all lucky I don't fire you all here and now!" he screams.

I jump a little with surprise; he raised his voice last night but not like that. Stop Ana, they'll catch you listening. I quietly open the foyer door and tip-toe out to the elevator closing the door slightly behind me. I press the call button and pray to myself that no-one hears the ping of the elevator. My nerves are twisting within my stomach.

Ping!

Holy shit! This is it... I rush into the vacant elevator too nervous to turn around, the elevator doors are half closed when I hear the foyer door slam open. I squeeze my eyes shut, my back still to the foyer.

"ANA!" I hear him yell. Tears bubble in my eyes and I turn slightly to look at him. Desperation is in his eyes, a surge of guilt flows through me and then the elevator door shuts behind me and I'm descending to the underground car park. Now is the time to think of a plan, seriously, what the hell am I going to do!