She knew it was going to be an excruciatingly difficult day the moment Cyrus had asked her to be Ella's godmother, which truly was an honour and not at all surprising given her history with Cyrus but it meant sharing the job with Fitz and seeing him after ten months.

His words was on loop in her head. For ten months it played repeatedly and every time it did, it broke heart and tore at her soul.

"I don't know what I was thinking. Screwing your mistress is one thing, but marrying her? That's political suicide, really."

He called her a mistress, the one word that undid everything they supposedly meant to each other. He went there. Olivia, without a shadow of doubt knew that he had somehow found out about Defiance. She guessed it was Verna that told him. It hurt to think that Verna was behind the shooting, that she would so willingly destroy Fitz even after trying to assassinate him in order to cut him down to size. It was so something Big Gerry would have done that it made her question just how close Verna was to Gerry Grant, but none of it mattered. It was all over. Without being given a chance to even explain Fitzgerald Grant III shut the world out and wanted to nothing to do with any of them. She couldn't really blame him, but it hurt all the same.

As she walked into that church, timing it perfectly so that the ceremony was just about to start she was faced with that look in his eyes that screamed betrayal, loneliness and anger. She felt her heart tighten in her chest and found herself trying to convey an apology with her eyes and her whole demeanor but it was met with coldness, contempt and possibly hatred. Suddenly the room felt like it was closing in in her and began to count the minutes before she could escape. Cyrus, not at all oblivious to the silent war in the room, between Fitz against all of them, especially Olivia gave her an apologetic look knowing that she was barely keeping it together. When he gave her a nod to say it was fine for her to slip out her eyes conveyed the relief and gratitude she felt. With one last gulp of her wine she slipped it of the room anxious to just get out of there before she completely lost it.

She had barely turned the corner when she heard footsteps. Familiar ones that she could spot anywhere because it was so ingrained in her heart. She quickened her footsteps un wanting and unwilling to present another opportunity for him to hurt her, but just as she was about to pass the electrical room she felt his hand on her arm as he yanked her into the room closing the door behind them. Like a predator he launched himself at her, lips to hers so harsh she tasted blood. His hands roamed all over her body. It took all her strength to push him off her and when she did she wasn't prepared for the devastating loss she felt to no longer be physically connected to him and against her better judgement, knowing she would regret it she determinedly walked towards him and kissed him with everything she had in her. Within moments he had taken her from behind, so roughly without care, filled with passion and anger. Tears began to roll down her cheeks realising there was no love in him, just anger. When it was over she wiped her tears and straightened herself out, shamefully slipping her underwear in her handbag. He waited impatiently at the door unable to look at her and she felt sick. She was torn between wanting to slap him so hard to begging him for forgiveness. The man she loved no longer lived in the shell that stood before her. They had done that. Thy had broken him.

"I'm sorry." She said softly

"It won't happen again." He replied as he walked away,

"I meant about Defiance." Fitz stopped and walked back to stand in front of her, towering over her.

"That was a betrayal. I may not be able to control my erections around you, but this won't happen again. We are done!" In that instant however bad she felt before, it paled in comparison to that moment. Fitz turned to walk away and just as he did she spoke,

"Stop walking!" Her voice said defeatedly but commanding making him pause for a moment. Olivia took one step and took his arm and pulled him back into the room. As he looked at her he saw all the emotions on his face. He had done a great job tearing her down to size.

"I betrayed you, that's on me! This behavior, it's on you. I'm sorry I hurt you, that you think it was all a scheme, for my greater gain to get you the presidency. The fact that you think that says more about you than it does about me. The fact that you can't see or even consider for a moment what or if I would have gotten anything out of you being president that would ever make selling my soul to the devil worth it. News flash! I got nothing. Agreeing to Hollis meant I lose you. That even if by some miracle I got to keep you, aside from betraying Mellie by staying with you, I started to feel like I was unworthy of you." With a sad shake of the head and a chuckle she continued,

"You don't know me! That is so painfully obvious now. I guess you never really did. You don't love me, because that was not love, that was payback. That one you got for free. But you're right Mr President, this is done! Congratulations! Not only have you made sure I know I was just your mistress, today you have made me feel like a whore, so thank you for putting it all in perspective. So much for there's no Sally or Thomas here, truth was there really was never a Fitz or Liv. Lets call a spade a spade, a mistress a whore. Love can forgive all things right? I guess that only applies when you're the one doing the betraying. Good bye Mr president!" She wanted to slap him so hard but, she didn't have the energy. With her shoulders slumped she brushed past against him. Everything she had said was like a bucket of ice had been thrown in his face. He made a grab for her arm, she looked up at him and everything she felt from the moment he called her a mistress at Verna's funeral were pooled in her eyes and he felt like someone had kicked him so hard in the gut. Shame filled his eyes and whole demeanor but Olivia was too far into her grief and anger to recognize or acknowledge anything he had to offer. She shook her arm free of him.

"Now we're done."