AN: This is my first story and I'm not much a writer but I've read so many wonderful and amazing stories that I felt like trying to write my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own South of Nowhere, just the storyline.

Chapter 1

The night started off like any other normal night. I came home from the studio around 9:00pm, walked to the kitchen to pick out a well-aged bottle of wine and then headed straight to the bathroom for my well needed bath. I poured myself a glass of red wine and lit a few candles as I waited for the tub to fill with scented bubbles. Slowly, I shed off all of my clothes and slid into the bath tub and took a moment to appreciate the silence and relaxation. As I lay there, sipping my lovely glass of red wine, I reflected on my stressful day…2 hours of wasted time due to a very hangover actress which meant working through lunch, my idiotic assistant accidentally deleted an entire file of photos that Vogue needed for their upcoming issue, and 27 unanswered phone calls accompanied by 27 voicemails from my soon-to-be ex-wife. You would think after not answering a single phone call or text message in 2 months, she'd get the hint that I don't want to talk, right? Well, she always was the stubborn and persistent type.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Spencer Carlin-Davies and yes, I'm gay and married to…well, soon to be ex-wife of the rock princess, Ashley Davies. I'm a well-known photographer and director so I made more than enough money on my own income, for all you people who thought I married her for the money and power. Believe it or not, we've been friends since we were 14 years old, together since we were 16, married since 21, and now three years later in the process of being divorced. It feels like just yesterday when my life started to crumble…

Flashback 3 months:

I actually finished work early for once so I decided to pick up take out from the little hole in the wall Chinese restaurant that Ashley loves, and then head out to her recording studio. She had texted me earlier today, saying not to wait up for her since she'll be recording the backup vocals and laying out the instrumentals for her upcoming album til late. As I walked into the studio doors, I instantly knew something was wrong. There were empty beer and vodka bottles scattered all over the floor and leftover lines of coke on the table. No one was in here so I went down the hall towards the lounge, where Ash and her band went to hang after a grueling recording session. What I was witnessing literally made my heart shatter into a million microscopic pieces, my wife's head between her manager's legs. I dropped the take-out and was frozen on the spot; my legs wouldn't move, tears cascading down my cheeks, and eyes staring straight into those panicked brown eyes.

"Spence…Spence…baby, it isn't what it looks like…" she said.

I immediately turned around and sprinted out of there, towards my car. From the corner of my eye, I spotted her, through my side mirror coming out of the studio doors trying to chase me down but I didn't stop. No, I couldn't stop. My heart was shattered and a million thoughts were racing through my mind. I couldn't stand to see her. How could she betray me like that? How could she throw away years of love like it was yesterday's trash? How could she lie to me?

I don't feel like going home. I can't face her…not yet. I drove around for hours until I decided to head over to my brother's house. It took me about 15 minutes to get there. I parked my car in the driveway, took a minute to try and pull myself together but I realized it wasn't going to work. No matter how many times I wiped away the tears; a billion more came pouring out. I got out of the car and walked to the front door and rang the doorbell once, twice, three times and finally on the fourth try, my sister in-law/ best friend, Chelsea, opened the door.

"Oh my god, Spencer, what happened? Come inside." She said. "Come into the kitchen. I'll make you a cup of tea and we can talk. Did you want me to wake up Glen?"

"Yes, please." I murmured. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Glen standing in front of me until he gently wiped away some of my tears.

"What happened, Spencey?" he said.

As soon as he asked, I started to heavily cry again but I knew I had to tell them.

"She cheated... I caught her…. At the studio…manager…" were the only words that I could form while crying. I know it didn't make any sense but they figured it out. I knew they did. Glen's face turned red with rage and he started to pace around the kitchen while Chels tried to calm him down but was having difficulty doing so, seeing as how she was also seeing red.

"Honey, can you take Spence to the guest room?" Glen asked. "You're staying with us."

At this point, I was so tired from all of the crying I just agreed. Especially since I didn't want to go home yet and face her. Chels guided me towards the spare bedroom and helped me under the covers. She rubbed my back until I cried myself to sleep.

Just thinking of that night breaks my heart all over again. I still love her. I think I'll always love her. But too much has already happened.

She completely broke me.

*Knock* Knock*Knock*

I got out of the tub, wiped down my body, and then threw on my favorite plushy robe. I refilled my glass and then walked over to the door. I wonder who's coming around this late at night. I slowly opened my door and standing there with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, lilies and carnations, stood the woman who invaded my thoughts…Ashley.