Ross POV:

It's been two years. Two very long years. I had agreed to Emily I'd stop seeing Rachel and give our marriage hope. To give up almost everything just to give it a chance. Two years ago I made that promise and I have regretted it ever since. I think I always knew, even before the promise to Emily and even before saying the wrong name at the alter that it wasn't going to work. We weren't like a married couple and hell we weren't even that close of friends. To be honest we were more strangers. For two years this happened until finally I couldn't do it anymore. "I want a divorce." I uttered one night while we were having our dinner. I was expecting a fight, more than anything. Something like a shock or at least one tear but all I got was "Okay." I think she had given up too. I wouldn't hold it against her.

For the first year we tried to get on. We ended up moving to London and we bought a house in Camden. We tried real hard that first year, trying to work things out with what happened at the wedding and put it behind us; working ways out I could see Ben. We argued a lot that year but by the second year we both had just gave up. Yeah we still argued but not as much anymore. I just lost all care and so did she. A few days later she decided to move back with her parents and a few weeks later the divorce was settled. For most couples it can take months but luckily it didn't take that long.

I just stared at my TV, watching this British TV soap that Emily used to put on BBC; even after all this time I don't know what it's called. I had the TV remote in one hand and a nice cold beer in the other. When did my life get so messed up? I thought now was the time to call home. My real home. The home I neglected for so long but my life couldn't get any worse. How could it?

After a few deep breaths I decided to pick up the phone and diel a number. It was going to cost me a lot for the international call but with how my life is now I really couldn't care.

"Hello?" a rather old but comforting voice spoke from the phone.

"Hey, mom." I replied

"Ross? Oh darling, it's so good to hear from you. How are you?"

"Umm… not really good, Ma. I-I'm coming back." I said trying not to ball my eyes at this point. She may have been a bit Nagy, but she knew me, she was my mum. Even after smothering me with my academic success and the constant nagging on Monica I knew she'd love me no matter what happened so I needed her, now more then ever.

"What?! But what about Emily? Is she really okay with this? Don't get me wrong, this is great news but you don't seem happy. What's made you two decide this?" she questioned.

"It's just going to be me, Mom. Emily and I are divorced". I say quite gravely.

It took her a few seconds to reply to what I had just said. I was starting to think the line when dead until another voice came on only this one I knew would be surprisingly harder to get through.

"Ross? Is that you?" I knew who that was as soon as I heard the first word.

"Hey, Mon." I replied.

"What's this about you and Emily? Mum seems upset, has something happened?"

I couldn't face to tell her yet. She wasn't just my protective sister, she was also my best friend even after all this time. The guilt never subsided even after all this time with what I did especially with Monica. She was my sister and I shut her out for a chance of happiness that was fake from the start.

"What are you doing at mom's place at this time?" I say trying to change topic for a little while. I knew it wasn't going to hold up but I tired anyway.

"It's only 7PM and Mom wants me to help her unpack this new kitchen ware. It's pretty good, she's got this new cook- wait stop changing the subject. Mom seems shocked at something and mention something about you and Emily. What's happened? Is she sick- are you sick?!"

"No, no I'm fine. Well… I'm not fine." I say with disbelief and defeat.

"Why what's happened?"

"…We're divorced Monica. I Filed for it a few weeks ago and got finalised this morning." I said quite fast just wanting it out there.

"Oh my God... you went through that all by yourself? why didn't you call us? I'm your sister" she yelled through the phone.

"I'm okay. I didn't want to worry anyone but I think now I need someone more than ever." I say with tear rolling down my face. I can tell Monica knew I was crying a little. She always does.

"I'm flying out tomorrow." I say, now holding off the tears coming down any more.

"Good I'm going to meet you at the airport. And Ross?" she asks me.

"Yeah Mon?" I replied back.

"You're going to be okay." And with that I hung up and decided to get some sleep.

I decided to pack my things the next morning and leave the house. I left the keys under the doormat where I knew Emily would find them and left the door with my suitcase in hand of my clothes. I left the rest there to be shipped within the next few days; hopefully none of it will get stolen. Once I bought my plane ticket, got on the plain and sat in my seat I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and hoped this long flight to New York would just erase all the bad things from my mind because I knew once I arrived in New York, things were only going to get worse. I had betrayed everyone I left behind. I had betrayed her…

Hey guys safer here! Wow it's been a long, long time since I've done a story. I have big plans for this one. I actually got inspired to write this story from a few fan fics I've been reading. Hopefully this one will go well. Im going to be updating daily so stay tuned and things are gonna get interesting . :D