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After I got the message I was seriously contemplating whether or not I should go. I have not spoke a word with him for the last two months, and I was definitely sure that I didn't want to start now. I grab the keys sitting on the kitchen island and headed out. I drove back to our apartment. I guess it's his apartment now. It's not mine nor is it ours.

I parked in the garage of the apartment building and I noticed that all the lights were on. For a moment I thought I saw his shadow from the drapes. It's was probably my mind playing tricks on me, I mean we lived on the highest floor. How could I possibly see his shafow from the ground floor. Moving to New York was the worst decision I've ever made. If it wasn't for New York then Nick wouldn't have met her, but I guess it was not avoidable since we can't fight fate.

I held the key in hand but I was still unsure whether I really should talk with him. I took a few deep breaths before I put the key in and opened the door.

Nothing changed. The paintings, decors, and all were still the same. We've designed everything together which made me even unhappier than I am can the man I'm truly in love with like them.

I heard steady footsteps heading straight towards me and I knew in my heart that I wasn't ready to do this. I couldn't face the fact that I was about to come face to face with someone I can bear to see.

"Miley I'm glad you're here. There's something we need to talk about."

"Is it about the wedding?"

"Uh…yeah," he replied. I've noticed that his face was pale and he lost some pounds. His hair was disheveled and his face was clearly unshaven. He was wearing his Harvard shirt and some sweatpants. "I'm guessing that you got the call from Demi today."

"I got a call from her a few minutes before you sent me the text message half an hour ago," I could clearly see the disappointment in his voice. "So why did you call me here? You now that I've filed for a divorce petition six weeks ago."

"Well I haven't told my parents nor have I told my brothers about it."

"What!" I shouted in complete disbelief. "You were always an irresponsible person aren't you?"

"What do you mean by that? How am I irresponsible?" he barked back, this time is voice was filled with anger.

"You were there…on our anniversary…with…" I trailed off, not realizing that I've hit the danger zone.

"You never let me explain that to you" he stated, "nothing happened between us!"

"I was right there Nick. I saw it with my own two eyes. Are you saying that I'm a liar?"

"I'm not saying that, but you have to let me explain Miley."

I was completely frustrated with him. I've never felt like I could love and hate somebody at the same time. "What's more to explain, I saw you with her. There's nothing you can say that will change my mine."

"You've always been so unreasonable with me," he commented as he started to fuel my frustration.

"Just forget about it, Nick. It's over and done. The papers should be coming any day now and then we'll no longer have any form of communication whatsoever," I said. "

"Fine if you don't what to talk any further than we won't talk about it then," he stated. "But we still have a matter on our hands."

"Why didn't you tell your family about your divorce? What are we suppose to do now?" I knew he always care about his family before himself.

"You know that I didn't want to ruin Joe and Demi's engagement party. My father would have a heart attack if he finds out that we're separated."

"So you're planning to fake that we're still married at least until the wedding is over right?"

"Yeah, but I can't do it unless you're willing to go with the plan."

"So we go," He quickly interrupted. "We go and act like nothing is wrong. We pretend we're still a loving couple that everyone thinks we are. Then, when it's all over and we return to New York, we'll call our families and break the news to them then."

"That's crazy, Nick. There is no way you and I can just spend four weeks together and pretend nothing is wrong. We won't get along and it'll ruin the wedding."

"I know but I won't want our families to be sad when they should be happy when Joe and Demi get married."

"Fine. When is the plane departure?"

"Tomorrow. 11 AM. Gate A to Dallas. After the arrival a chauffeur will come and pick up and take us to Westlake."

"OK fine. I'll leave and I'll meet you there in two days." I got up and walked quietly towards the door without looking back. "Wait Miley."

"I'll see you in two days," I replied softly, not wanting to face him again. I went through it once and that was all I could handle with breaking into tears. Why is it so difficult to face the man I didn't love anymore? Why?

After I left it felt like when I caught him cheating on me a few months ago. Realizing that I can't go back I filed for divorce two months ago.

The next day was even more depressing then yesterday. I found him sitting in the aisles of seats outside the gate. He was totally different from yesterday. He was clean shaven, his hair was cut, and he was well dressed. He looked just like on the day of the wedding.

"Right on time, just like always," I said as I walked up to him.

"You're here. The plane is about to leave in 20 minutes."

We board the plane. Sitting next to him for 4 hours was something I didn't wanted to do.

"Attention passengers please remain in your seats. We are ready for lift off." The echoed of the pilot was the only words that went through my brain. Nick and I had barely spoken a word between us and I didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Miley we still need to talk about the divorce."

"There's nothing we need to talk about anymore."

"Of course there is."

"I've made everything clear. We can't go on and pretend nothing happen in your office."

"But is wasn't my fault," he replied, his anger was slowly becoming visible in his voice.

"This is all your fault Nick," I said as I sat uncomfortable next to him.

"How in the hell is this my fault, Miley?" he demanded, arms crossed.

"It just… is." I seethed angrily. He knew that in my heart that it isn't his fault that we're stuck here together, but it was his fault we were separated.

"Why is it?" he said, emphasizing each and every syllable just to get under my skin.

I sighed in frustration and slouched back into my seat. We were currently on an airplane—in first class of course—flying from where Nick and I lived in New York, all the way to where his family in Westlake, Texas.

It was funny. I almost laughed. How was it that I was currently on an airplane, going to visit a family that I wasn't even technically a part of anymore, with the one man that I could not stand?

Because, oh, that's right—I am a complete and utter fool for ever marrying him.