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Anything he said after that, fell on deaf ears. Any explanation he gave, she didn't hear it. All pleads and cries for forgiveness went unnoticed. His now puffy cobalt blue eyes had no effect on her. The tears running down his perfectly chiseled face as his breath quickened by his need to cry and talk at the same time left her feeling cold as ever. As he knelt before her attempting to grasp her hands and hold them, more so to comfort himself than her, she neither moved against him or towards him. She just stared blankly straight ahead to where he had been standing two minutes ago. No matter what he said or did, what was done was done.

He'd put her through hell these last few months, something that she previously saw herself getting over in the future. She saw him finally coming back to the castle and returning himself to his wife, lover, and best friend. She had even dared to see him cradling her gently in front of a roaring fire in the library with a stomach big as a melon, full of excitement and anticipation for the arrival of their first child. All she had seen were beautiful memories that had been slightly tainted by the 10 months he was away after they were only married for 6. Memories full of love and laughter that trumped the worry and suspicion she harbored while he was away for an incredibly long amount of time too soon. Memories she had hoped to treasure forever.

Suddenly, all those memories fell to pieces on the ground in front of her. They were scattered before her like shattered glass from her favorite mirror, laid at the feet of the one who caused it: Adam.

He was the reason the color drew from her usually rosy cheeks and gave her a pasty sick-like appearance. He was the reason she wanted nothing but to punch him in his perfect nose until she drew blood. He was the reason her entire future was laid out in front of her broken and incomplete. Him and that whore he made love to in Venice.

She could hardly stomach it: the idea that he held someone else, touched someone else, kissed someone else the way he did to her. She really did want to see him bleed.

"Belle, please say something….please. I-I know it seems bad, and-and it is, but be-believe me when I tell you, it-it was a one time thing. I love you more then I have ever and will ever love anyone else. You are the only woman in my life. You mean the world to me ma coeur." A one time thing. He says it was a one time thing. He says she's the only woman in his life.

At these words Belle snaps out of her trance and looks him dead in the eye with a silent rage inspired by the devil himself. Standing still she snatches her hands from his big, strong, soft, filthy ones. "Don't touch me. Not with the same hands you touched her with." Surprised by her sudden words and well earned rage, Adam stands back up quickly making sure to be close enough to her so that he could embrace her; that is, if she forgave him.

"Belle, I'm sorry, I-" "I don't want to hear it Adam. I'm tired of hearing empty apology after empty apology" she nearly screamed at him. Looking guilty, as he should, and wounded, he continued, "Belle, please I lo-" "Don't tell me you love me because, you don't" she screamed at him. "If you really loved me, you would have waited until you came home to me, your wife. Did you take off your ring when you went to see her? Did you even tell her that you're a married man?" Red all over her face and on the brink of tears she decided she didn't need to hear nor did she care about his answers to her questions. Before he could utter a word, she ripped off her ring and threw it at his face.

Barely catching the ring before it took his eye out, he tried to calm her, and himself, down, "Belle, what are you doing? Please give me a chance to explain myself ma Coeur." Having finally reached her breaking point, Belle stood up straight and held back nothing, "No, we're done here. I'll send for a lawyer immediately in the morning. Get your crap out of here and find somewhere else to sleep because you sure as hell aren't sharing a bed with me anytime soon." "You can't be serious" Adam said with a grave expression on his face. The tears were long gone, and the only things left were anger and despair. "Oh yeah? Watch me" Belle replied as coolly as possible, given her current situation. After a few seconds too many of tension infused staring, she quickly brushed a stray dark brown hair behind her ear and she turned around to one of the dressers they shared and fervently started yanking open drawers with his clothes in them.

As he stood in the doorway of the West Wing, his place of solace long before Belle came around, she threw some clothes at his head and brought him out of the stupor he must have fallen in after she said watch me. Right before she slammed the door in his face, Adam rushed through, grabbed her clothes filled hands, and kissed her deeply and unexpectedly. His lips were puffy from the pouting and were salty from the tears and drew her in, as they always did. For a moment, she melted into him and everything he had just confessed to slipped away into nothingness. She almost asked him to stay when he pulled back just barely to judge her reaction, a delicate smile playing on his lips. She almost pulled him close to her again and forgave him for all the lies, deceit and betrayal. She almost forgot he'd left at all; it was almost like magic. Almost

Instead she took a slow deep breath and slapped him as hard as she could while having side effects of the kiss he'd just given her. Jelly knees sure don't help when you're trying to show your complete disdain for another person. Nursing his new injury on his right cheek, Adam was shoved into the well-lit hallway of the West Wing, where all he could do to keep from breaking down was remember how much he loved her despite her anger right now.

He pleaded to her with his eyes as she reached for the door again. He could see the disbelief of what had just happened written all over her face as she paused for a second to gather the strength to slam the door. As soon as their eyes met, her face turned stone cold and with no trouble at all, she slammed it with anger fueled force. As he shuffled shamefully through the hallways to find Belle's old room, he rightfully attracted silent judgement and hushed curses from every servant he passed, and believe you me, there were a lot of them. As he came upon Belle's old room from when she first arrived at the castle, he couldn't help but be a tiny bit optimistic. There was no way she was going to ask for a divorce, Right?