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A/N: So I was originally going to get Arizona's character right, obviously it didn't happen as this is a story where she married a tool before meeting Callie. Maybe a couple of chapters down the line, I can get the character down as the one we all love. I had to tweak it. However, comments and critiques are welcome as I am still trying to learn. I was told the last chapter was pretty speedy so I tried slowing this one down a bit.

Arizona's POV

Four days before Megan's wedding…

"Seriously Landon?!" I was fuming. There is no way I can tolerate this at all. I can't believe he brought another woman into our house and into our bed. I can't even look at him right now. He definitely isn't the guy I fell in love with and married.

"Baby, I'm so sorry! I honestly don't know what happened. One moment we were talking about the revenue of the company, then the next she's struggling with my zipper. I'm so sorry; I never meant to hurt you. Just give me another chance 'Zona! Please!"

"Maybe there's a fucking reason she was struggling with your zipper! Probably because she wasn't supposed to be pulling it down in the first place!!! And you let her! I've got to leave. I can't even stay in my own bedroom knowing you and another woman were sexing it up in our bed! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I screamed, yelled and even threw the desktop lamp at his head. I stormed out of there because if I didn't leave, I can guarantee there will be a dead body found in the Hudson River and I probably won't file a missing persons report.

I drove around town just to clear my head. Was it something I did? Did I change? Did he not love me anymore? Did he change? Am I not spending enough time with him? I know I'm stuck at the hospital more often than I would like, but I try to include him whenever I can. I try to make time for him because he deserves at least that from me. He knew what he was getting into when he asked me to marry him. I guess I was wrong. I finally made my way home around 2 am. He waited up for me and I know he wanted to talk. I just didn't want to hear it, any of it. I curled up in a ball on the couch and let the tears flow freely until sleep finally consumes me.

The sun was peeking through the blinds and I struggled to pull myself up knowing today was just another day I have to face him. I just don't know how to and it's exhausting just thinking about it. I looked over at the clock and realized we had to be on a plane to Seattle in about five hours and I haven't even packed yet. I'm not sure I can be a part of a wedding knowing my marriage fell apart last night, but I have to put on a mask for Megan. She found the love of her life and I should be happy for her. Slowly, I trudged to the bathroom and got ready completely ignoring his presence. I can't believe I have to sit on a plane with him for five hours just to get to my best friend's wedding…which reminds me, I have to grab my iPod!

The plane ride was torture. I knew I should have flirted with the flight attendant to get me into a first class seat. She was cute, and I'm sure I could do some serious persuasion with my dimples. I am a surgeon I can afford it, right?! But no, I didn't and I was stuck listening to my iPod for five hours with a background noise which sounded a lot like my husband wanting a second chance and something with a woman…right a woman he let in our bed. Once we got to our hotel, we dropped off our stuff and changed to look somewhat decent. I had to meet Megan at the church in an hour for a dress rehearsal.

This church was amazing, and so Megan. The theme was elegant and classy and the colors were a perfect combination. I greeted her and her family and introduced them to my husband, Landon. We were all chatting it up as we waited for the last bridesmaid to show up. I guess she was a surgeon too who worked with Megan and got called in at the last second for a consult. It's understandable, after all, I am a surgeon too. The next thing I know, there's a fiery hot Latina walking our way. I didn't want to stare so I just took glimpses out of the corner of my eye. She joined our little group and we went through introductions again, this time learning the stunning brunette's name – Calliope. I made sure Landon kept his mouth and hands to himself now, at least he made himself quiet during the dress rehearsal.

She suggested a little Italian restaurant and we were so hungry, we were willing to settle for anything. Somehow she managed to sit next to me and I was forever grateful that I had someone else to talk to besides the silent brick I told to keep his mouth shut. We started an easy flow of conversation, discussing work, men, and life. I put my leg up against hers because I didn't want to sit any closer to the cheater and this radiating heat in my core is going to be the death of me tonight. Being with her and just talking put some sort of calmness to my life right now. I can't talk to Megan, she was too busy being the bride and getting everything right for the big day. I've been with men and women before but boy does Calliope define the word 'woman'.

I knew she was in the bathroom so I waited outside of the stalls for her. When she came out, I wanted to say something, anything. "I just wanted to thank you for being so friendly and nice. I don't know anyone here but Megan and her mother and you have been so welcoming. So thank you!" Really, that's the best you could come up with, Arizona? I said with my full dimpled smiled and I knew she cracked a little bit. She took a moment to dry her hands and said with a wink, "You're very welcome, you are very easy to get along and I'm having a great time. Besides, I need someone to talk to as well."

I can't help it. I looked at her and lost myself looking into the deep chocolate brown eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her, lightly. I wasn't even sure if she's ever been with a woman. I pulled back to see her reaction and I knew I shouldn't have done that. She looked scared, shocked, and blank at the same time. I was going to excuse myself when I suddenly felt her hand behind my head pulling me in for a passion-filled kiss. Her lips were soft and moved in sync with mine. I poked my tongue out awaiting permission to enter and she granted access. I took no time in massaging her tongue with mine and pulled her body into me. She tasted so good and unique I didn't want the kiss to stop. Unfortunately, I felt her pull away and that's when I heard Megan's voice. I couldn't comprehend what she said entirely as the lack of oxygen caused a brain-burp so I made up something that was remotely relevant before she went into a stall. I turned back to Calliope, kissed her one last time quietly and went back to our table.

Once she returned from the restroom, I was totally in for a game of flirting. I took off one of my heels and ran it up her leg. I just wanted to take her back to the hotel with me tonight and have my way with her. However, one factor came to play. My husband. The husband who cheated on me.

I know he wants to talk but there's no way for this relationship to work out. If he cheated on me once, who's to say he won't cheat on me again? I have to end this soon. I thought he loved me, I thought I loved him. I guess I was wrong. Give it some time, and I'm sure I'll be searching again for the one who is truly the love of my life.

"Landon, we don't have to do this. You broke my trust and I am not sure I can give that back to you. I am hurt that you didn't even try to stop it, but maybe you didn't want to stop it. So to protect myself from future pain, I want a divorce. I'll be moving out, you can keep the house. I'll just take my car and my stuff and start over. I can't be with you anymore and as much as it pains you to hear this, you're a fucking asshole. I'll send you the divorce papers when they're ready once we get home. I'm going to get another room, so I'll see you later. Oh and you don't have to stay for the wedding if you don't want to. You have no obligation to." I left before he could get a word out.

I checked into another hotel room and just let myself cry, yet again. He was always there for me and he was so different when we first got together. I can't waste my time like this and I want someone who treats me for who I am not someone they want me to be. It was in this moment, I realized he was never meant for me. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone, so I called Megan. Hearing her voice and how happy she sounds makes me rethink my action. Instead, I asked if she had Calliope's number.

"'Zona, I hope you don't call her that. She likes to go by Callie. Just an FYI. Oh and thanks again for coming all the way out here for me. We'll do something fun soon, okay? "

"Alright, sounds good. Thanks Megan, I'll try to remember that next time. Bye!"

I dialed but deleted. I can't let her see me like this. I can't. I don't even know her that well. She's not somebody I can just throw my problems at. So I hit, 'Save' and hopefully I'll use that number one day when all this drama in my married life is over. Maybe I'll move out here and see if there is an opening for a PEDs attending at Seattle Grace Mercy West. I have my best friend and I'm sure I'll make plenty of new ones. People like making friends with me. I am an awesome friend and nothing will change that!