Elliot Reid was on the verge of cardiac arrest.

"Did you just say you broke up his marriage?" Dr. Cox shook his head.

"What she meant, Barbie, was keep your nose in your own business." Camilla slapped Dr. Cox upside the head. "Hmm...I'm gonna go ahead and say 'Ow!'"

"Don't be rude to my sister!" Dr. Cox looked disgusted.

"Are you saying that, every time I make a snarky comment about Barbie over there, you're going to slap me?" Camilla shrugged.

"It's quite possible."

"Then I'm going to go away now." Dr. Cox left in a hurry, causing Camilla to smile slyly to herself. Camilla chuckled, and spun around to see Carla and Elliot, waiting.

"What?" Camilla asked nonchalantly. Elliot's eyes widened.

"Why did you break up their marriage?" Camilla sighed.

"Time and place, Ellie. Time and place."

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While Elliot was off giving Camilla a tour of the hospital, Carla was getting all the information she could about Dr. Cox's marriage to Jordan.

"I don't know much, except that Dr. Cox was angry. He punched me a couple times when I helped him file." Ted had told her.

"I know it was Jordan who filed for divorce, and some cheatin' was goin' on. Mmm, surest way to hell is cheatin'." Lavern let her know, and then proceeded to tell her the top ten other ways to get a first class ticket to the devil's bedside.

"Well Dr. Cox's old intern buddy slept with Jordan. I walked in on them fighting; I thought they were fighting over me at first." J.D. reminisced, before drifting off into his own mind. Carla gathered this information, but sadly, it was all old news. She knew all about those things. She wanted to know about Camilla, and how she managed to break apart their marriage, without Carla's knowledge.

She assumed Camilla had some sort of fling with Dr. Cox; that was pretty obvious. The way they made googly eyes at each other upon their meeting. But the question was: how long did this fling last? Was it a one-night stand, was it a long affair? Carla could rule out the one-night stand theory: they were obviously closer than a random hookup.

Then, as if to answer Carla's prayers, Jordan Sullivan strutted her stuff through the entrance of Sacred Heart. She paused at the counter to talk to Carla, as she always did when she came in.

"Jordan, can I ask you a question?" Carla asked, after exchanging pleasantries. Jordan shrugged.

"Shoot."

"Why did you and Perry divorce?" Jordan turned her head to the side (very similar to J.D.) and smiled.

"It was the perfect combination of adulterous spouses, alcohol, and an abandoned wife." Carla bit her lip.

"Okay, so that's really vague. Give me the really, juicy dirt." Jordan raised her eyebrows.

"Why do you want to know?" As Carla was about to explain herself (or give the lame excuse she always gives when searching for hot gossip: "I need plot lines for my novel.") Jordan held up her hand to quiet her. "Don't worry, I like hear myself talk." Carla breathed a sigh of relief. "The first time I realized I wanted a divorce, I was home, alone as usual, with alcohol close by."

Jordan Sullivan-Cox was waiting. Waiting for her husband, waiting for her punishment, waiting for her life. She was always waiting. She chuckled sadly, remembering the earth-shattering sex she had just had only hours before. The only problem: it hadn't been with her husband. Jordan was a lot of things, but she wasn't a cheater. She had always remained faithful to Perry, even when it was difficult. Of course, that was over, and she had to face herself. She stood up and found her reflection in the nearest mirror.

"Stupid bitch." She called to herself, before drinking a long swig of vodka, straight from the bottle. Jordan dropped the bottle and staggered to the bathroom, half-drunk. She splashed mildly cold water on her face and patted dry, when something caught her eye. Shoved in the bathroom drawer was something pink and lacy. Normally, this wouldn't bother Jordan, and yet, there was something so peculiar about a sexy undergarment poking out from Perry's drawer. She yanked it open and discovered it a woman's thong, and it wasn't hers.

"So then what?" Questioned an intrigued Carla, leading a group of equally intrigued nurses. Jordan shook her head.

"Do you ever work? Or do you live for the gossip around here?" Carla shrugged.

"Mainly the gossip." Jordan chuckled. "Alright, as I was saying..."

Perry came home around midnight that night obviously exhausted. Jordan was still up, sitting in their dimly lit living room.

"Sorry, late shift." He motioned to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Their marriage had grown to awkwardness, so this was all he could muster. Jordan pushed him away.

"I'm sure it was." Her voice was icier than usual. Perry shrugged and headed towards their bathroom. Taped on the mirror was a pair of lacy pink panties. A message, written in lipstick, followed.

Whose panties are these, Per?

Cause they sure as hell aren't mine.

You better be a cross-dresser...

P.S. This lipstick isn't mine either.

Perry Cox was caught. His heart was pounding and he was more nervous than he had ever been. He tore down the panties just as Jordan came and joined him.

"Are you gonna tell me about her?" Perry shook his head.

"Nothing to tell." Jordan threw her glass at the mirror, the shards nearly missing Perry's head.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch! It's already pretty obvious you are cheating on me, so just tell me how long?" Perry was too scared not to answer.

"I...six months."

"He cheated on you for six months??" Carla asked, in disbelief. Jordan nodded.

"And after two weeks of sex with any guy I could find, I filed for divorce."

"Wow." Carla muttered. "Have you ever met or seen the woman?" Jordan shook her head.

"Nah, she was Per's best-kept secret. Man, but if I ever met her…" Carla's eyes widened.

"What would you do?" Jordan smiled.

"I'd bury that slut."

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