Hey guys, so this is the same story under a new story title and author name. I'm going to post all the chapters I have written so far, and hopefully try to add to it because I've been so busy and have neglected this story :)

Chapter 1: Revelations

"Ron how could you?"

The redhead ducked as a vase was launched in his direction; it missed him by millimetres, hitting the wall and disintegrating into a thousand pieces. He winced as little shards of glass pierced his skin, making his eyes water at the pain. He wouldn't cry though, no matter how much it hurt, because he knew deep down that he deserved it.

"'Mione, I'm so sorry. I love you, it meant nothing. It just happened," he pleaded, but as the words left his mouth, he knew he'd said the wrong thing. Her beautiful chocolate eyes, once warm and loving when she looked at him, were now ablaze with pure fury.

She grabbed the closest thing to her and launched it at him; he wasn't quick enough this time and it clipped his shoulder, sending a jolt of agony down his left arm and causing tears to form in his eyes. He looked down at the thing she had thrown, and his heart broke when he saw it was their wedding photo. She looked so happy, like all of her dreams had come true at once, and he couldn't believe she was the same girl who stood in front of him now.

He picked up the photo, brushing the broken glass out of the way, and made to take a step towards her. If he could show her the picture, make her see how happy she had been with him, then surely she would forgive him? Hermione was his life, he had loved her since he first met her on the train back in first year, and he couldn't let one mistake ruin the last seventeen years.

Hermione, however, had other ideas. She didn't want him near her, she couldn't stand to look at him, let alone be near him. She didn't recognise him, what he had become. He wasn't the man she loved, that man would never have hurt her so badly.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, you take one step towards me and I will get the sharpest knife we have and make sure this baby you're having will be your last. Now, go upstairs, pack some of your shit and get the fuck out of my house!"

Taken back by her words, Ron hightailed it up the stairs before she could make good on her threat. He knew Hermione was serious; he had seen what she was capable of, so he quickly grabbed some clothes and ran back down to his angry wife.

She didn't even look at him as he re-emerged in the living room; she was just sat on the couch staring at the wedding photo that she'd thrown at him and for a split second Ron though he could make her change her mind. She was remembering how happy they were, and it filled Ron with hope that maybe she could forgive him for his mistake.

But she wasn't going to forgive him; that was the last thing she wanted to do. She stood up with the photo in her hand, and glared daggers at him.

"This was the happiest day of my life," she started, her eyes filling with tears. "I was getting everything I had wanted since I was twelve – you and me together in holy matrimony, starting our new lives that would be filled with happiness and joy and love. You were everything I needed, and I thought I was everything you needed too. We were supposed to be happy, have good careers and then, when the time was right, have a gaggle of little red haired children. Our lives were supposed to be perfect; we may not have been rich or anything, but we would have been happy.

But you fucked all that up when you cheated on me. What was it Ron? Was I not good enough? Was she a better fuck than me? Or was it just the thrill of going behind my back that you enjoyed so much? Whatever the reason, I hope you're fucking happy together. I gave you my heart, and you stomped on it, and for that I can never, ever forgive you."

Once she'd finished her speech, she walked over to the front door and opened it, signalling that she wanted him to leave. As he walked past her, he spotted something on the table by the door, and his heart broke all over again when he saw that it was her wedding ring. He picked it up as he left his home, knowing for the first time in eight years that he wouldn't be returning.

Hermione watched him go, knowing that this was it, and closed the door to her old life. As soon as the door was closed she collapsed to the ground, letting the sobs she had held in since she'd received the news of Ron's betrayal overtake her body until it became too much and she fell into a fitful sleep.