A/N- Hey ya'll :) I decided to write about what would've happened if Cora realised what her husband was doing whilst she was sick. I'm not sure 'bout this one…it just kinda..happened. Anyway, I've had a request for the next chappie, which will be about Cora and the Spanish flu but…you'll have to wait and see :) Please review and add to fave's/follow if you thinks it was worthy enough!

Disclaimer- I don't, never have, never will own Downton Abbey. Or the characters.

It was around evening time when Cora finally woke up. It took a few minutes before her head stopped spinning and she was only seeing one of everything. Over the past two days, she'd slipped in and out of consciousness. Cora had gathered (from listening to various conversations) that she had fallen ill with the Spanish flu. She felt as if time were going slowly, as it took longer than usual for her to move her neck from side to side. She glanced over to the vacant chair beside her bedside, where O'Brien had been sitting the last time she had woken up briefly. O'Brien. She was a good maid. Had refused to leave until she was led away. Cora frowned slightly. Was it really wise for no one to be with her now? Sighing, she lay her head back down and thought about Robert.

She felt a slight pang of guilt as she reminisced about how their relationship had been over the past few weeks. She'd been so caught up in the running of Downton, she was afraid she'd neglected him a bit. Hopefully though, he'd understand. Their love was strong and he'd be up soon to see her. Hopefully. Cora was about to close her eyes when she heard strange noises coming from next door. Robert's dressing room. She heard him and…. a woman. She heard giggles…. the sound of kissing…. It hit Cora like a slap to the face. Of course. She should've seen the signs. That maid…. Jane was it? She had attracted Robert's attention whilst his own wife lay sick in bed. Silent tears ran down her pale cheeks. He couldn't-wouldn't- do that to her… or…would he? Cora blinked back a rush of tears, and lay back down. She must be imagining things. She was sick after all. She closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness, the last tears falling from her eyes.