FOREWORD

First of all, please note that my first language is not English, so that means I may not be able to write everything correctly, even though I'll try my best to.

Second of all, It's all only fiction so I'm sorry for the not-pleased DEMPEO lovers/shippers.

Peace! :)

CHAPTER 1

"Break news! It seems that there are problems in the Paradise! Patrick Dempsey's wife files the divorce papers to him after 15 years of marriage. What's going to happen to the couple? How will their kids react? How are they going to split the money up now that we've learned they don't have a prenuptial agreement? We'll find out later from our correspondent…"

"Look what you've done!" Patrick yelled at Jillian after he turned the TV off, but she didn't seem to care. "Why on Earth would you let the media find out about this?! Do you have any idea about how are the kids going to react?!" he told her again, this time trying not to yell.

Again she didn't seem to bother about what he was saying. She was standing in a robe, on the other side of the hotel room, looking at the sky. She was smoking a cigarette, rolling her eyes every time his future ex-husband said anything.

"What did you want me to do?" she said, finally. "You're always gone, always racing, always acting. We barely see each other anymore. Look at us now: we're in a hotel room! I had to get your attention somehow."

"Oh, really? My attention?! I'm your husband, for God's sake! You could've called me, we could've met somewhere to discuss all of this! Give me the papers!"

She looked at him for the first time that night. He was really angry and upset. She went to her purse looking for the divorce papers, when she found them she hesitated for a second…

"Now!" Patrick yelled and snatched the papers from her hand. He was now reading them while looking for a pen. "You get the kids and we'll remain with the same amount of money we had in the beginning plus what each of us earned through the years, okay?" he said after he read the papers, visibly calmed down.

"Okay, now sign them."

He signed the papers, took his coat and left slamming the door behind him.

His car was parked in front of the hotel. He got in the car. He didn't want to go home and he didn't know where else to go so he simply drove away trying to clear up his mind.

Suddenly his phone rang. He answered and he heard a very-well-known woman voice.

"Is everything okay, Patrick? I've just heard about what happened. Are you okay?" the woman asked.

"No, Ellen, everything is not okay. Nothing will ever be okay for me, and you know that…" he said while a few tears fell down from his eyes.

"Where are you? Do you need a place to stay until everything clears up between you two?" she asked concerned.

Patrick couldn't say anything anymore, he was sobbing his heart out and his tears were already fogging his view.

Ellen could hear him, but there was nothing she could do. She was worried for him.

Suddenly a really loud noise and a car horn were heard through the phone.

"PATRICK, WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OKAY?" she yelled shocked.

"Oh, boy, is he going to be okay?" a strange male voice could be heard.

"WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO'S THERE?!" she yelled and almost started crying.

Then the line went dead.

That's my first entry here, I hope you enjoyed it.

REMEMBER: It's only fiction :)