A/N- Hey everyone! Thank you so, so, so, so much for all the reviews! I was so happy that I have some awesome people hooked! Don't hate me because there is going to be a lot of Brucas drama. Most of the story, they aren't together. But it's not real so, phew! Thanks everyone again! Review to this chapter please, and I'll dance on my roof! Kind of random…

Disclaimer- I don't own OTH. I do own this computer that lets me type things that make me feel as if what I typed was really OTH….making sense, no? Alright.

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Four Months Later…

It was 8:45 pm, and Brooke was just about to tuck in her beautiful daughter. In a mere four months, her daughter had managed to out do her in appearance. With a divorce in progress, Brooke had had countless sleepless nights, and scarcely had time to pamper herself.

Owning a multi-million clothing line that was featured over the world didn't help with Brooke's self-esteem with her looks. Going on business trips, walking the runway, or posing for a magazine, it took an unhealthy amount of foundation and powder to cover her worry-lines and baggy eyelids.

This wasn't how her life was supposed to be at 26 years old. No, she was supposed to be married, happily, to Lucas Scott, the two raising their beautiful daughter Angela and her running her uber famous line. Without any problems, without any affairs.

But of course, Brooke would never be that lucky. She hadn't ever been that lucky. But she couldn't let the world know that, and she couldn't let her daughter know that. She couldn't let her mother know either, but unfortunately, that wish had already been tossed.

When Victoria Davis had visited three months ago, she sure did rub it in to Brooke. Rub in how horrible she screwed up, and how she knew it would end this way…

"I told you Brooklyn. I told you that you would be screwing yourself! Look what you did to the company because you were so tangled up in that…that boy, husband, man of yours." Victoria spat at her daughter, while Brooke sat, hands in lap.

"Mother please, I don't want you to wake Angie…" She tried to get more in, but was cut off abruptly.

"Of course, lets not awaken that lovely granddaughter of mine. Where is she? Does she know about the divorce? Think of how much pressure you are putting onto her...we should pray she doesn't get involved with drugs."

Brooke gasped widely as Victoria paced the foyer. "She is turning five mother! Not fifteen! My god." She held her head in her hand, full of frustration.

Victoria stopped pacing and brushed off her skirt suit. "Well then," she straightened the hem of the skirt, "I think I will be leaving. Give my best to Angela." And with that, Victoria headed for the front door .Moments later all that could be heard was the shutting of the heavy door.

And all Brooke wanted, was to drop on the floor and bawl…

Thinking back on the memory sent shivers down Brooke's back. It pained her to know that for once, her mother was right. Clothes Over Bros had suffered from the issues brought into the office from home. It was all her fault.

Snapping back into the present, Brooke's eyes followed Angela as she came skipping from her bathroom, in her hot pink pajamas, into her large, princess bed. Angela was very spoiled, and neither Brooke nor Lucas could refuse to give her whatever she wanted.

Not after they decided the owed her everything and anything for deciding to split. Okay, so it was Brooke's idea to split. Not an idea, it was her demand. Her request. She needed a divorce.

Finally pulling her Disney Princess bed spread over her small bed, Angela cuddled her bear into her arms, while her mother gently stroked her nicely brushed hair. It was silent, between the two.

When Brooke thought she had soothed Angela to sleep, she tried as quietly as she could to escape her room, and into the kitchen, where she could retrieve a glass of chardonnay. Every other night, Brooke allowed herself a cocktail or a drink. This was ever since she had filled for a divorce.

Creeping towards the door, less than a foot away, Angela's voice rang through the playful room causing Brooke to inhale deeply, before turning back to her daughter. "Mommy." Brooke quickly made her was to the side of the bed, and leant down so she was eye level.

"What is it baby?" Brooke asked sweetly. She had managed to learn how to control her voice around her daughter.

Angela squeezed her bear tighter, as she played with the paw. "Why is daddy not home at night to tuck me in anymore?"

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Hunched over a Hilton hotel toilet, sat a very lonely and angry Lucas Scott. He squatted, emptying out the last four beers and three shots of vodka from his tender stomach. Once done for the time being, he still remained over the toilet, thinking.

How the hell had his life come down to this? How the hell did he manage to get his wife angry enough to file for a divorce? Oh, that's right! He did have an affair with his wife's best friend! That's why!

Speaking of the devil, Peyton Sawyer appeared in the doorway between the bathroom and the suite. Leaning against the frame she frowned at sight of Lucas Scott sitting over a toilet. "Next time maybe you shouldn't go so heavy on the alcohol."

Wiping off his mouth, he pushed himself up with the help of the bathroom counter. He flushed the toilet, and washed his hands before turning and brushing by Peyton. Making his way over to the king-sized bed, he sat on the edge and growled at Peyton.

"Next time you shouldn't be such a whore and sleep with your best friend's husband."

They had had this talk before, more than a few times too. More like twice a day, so Peyton had grown accustom to it. She turned while rolling her eyes, arms crossed, to face Lucas, who sat like a washed-up hobo on the bed.

"I didn't see you complaining. Besides, it isn't like I forced you to stick yourself in me!" Peyton had in fact, used that line before. But every time he heard it, he flinched, because he knew she was right.

"Go to hell." He murmured, breaking any possible eye-contact. Peyton on the other hand, just laughed it off. "I must already be there, I mean, I'm in a nice Hilton suite, top floor, one large bed, and you. We couldn't do any worse than we've done. We have sunk to our lowest."

Lucas shook his head, trying to tune her out. "No, you have sunken to your lowest, I have not. I'm a good father. I'm a good dad. I'm a good husband…"

"You were a good husband, but then Brooke filed for this whole divorce, so she wants to rid of your cheating ass."

That was it, he had taken enough. "What the hell is wrong with you Sawyer? When Brooke found out about us four months ago, you didn't care about anything but her forgiveness."

Peyton simply shrugged, she didn't have enough energy to waste on Lucas anymore. "I cared then, but it was obvious she was never going to forgive me." She walked over to the uncomfortable board room chairs, and picked up her leather jacket.

"You haven't screwed yourself completely Lucas. Not yet anyway. You still get to see Angela whenever you want, except at night. You just don't have a wife and you drink too much. Pretty basic problem with a lot of men today."

Lucas hated to admit it, but Peyton was right, once again. He still did get to see Angela in the day time, but he was living in a hotel for god's sake. A fucking hotel! He was Lucas Scott, famous novelist. He was supposed to have a family and live in a god damn house!

Five minutes had passed and Peyton had left, finally. It was 11:35. Lucas would call Brooke. Like he did every night. Begging for her forgiveness. Begging for another chance, begging to see Angela, begging to have the chance to put his daughter to sleep.

But Brooke has stopped answering, tired of what he had to say. It was the same every time and she was sick of it. So was Angela. Except Angela just liked to play along and pretend to be annoyed, like her mom. She didn't know it was her father she was scolding.

Lucas remembered the night Brooke told him she had filed for a divorce. It played over and over again in his mind. It gave him writers block. He was suffering from the memory...

Lucas walked over to the bed and firmly placed his hands on Brooke's shoulders, massaging, while Brooke moaned. "Lucas, stop." But he didn't. He thought she was in a good mood. He thought she had forgiven him. He thought they were going to make love.

He was wrong.

"What is it?" He asked, kissing her neck, but she shook him off, and stepped away from the bed, where she began moving her hands anxiously.

"This is serious Lucas. I'm…I'm…" He thought she was going to tell him that she was pregnant with his second child. He hoped and prayed that was it.

"I'm filing for a divorce." Those five words paralyzed him in thought. He sat, staring dead ahead, at his wife, who was crying. Speechless. Two minutes had passed before either had broken the silence.

"Brooke you can't," He began but she snapped in response faster than he.

"Why not? You had an affair Lucas. You hurt me, and you hurt your daughter. We can't live like this."

He shook his head, mouth open. "I'm so, so sorry." "Yeah, me too." She replied softly, before walking by him, and into her office, shutting the doors behind her.

Once again, leaving him devastated.

Well?! How was chapter 2?! I already started chapter 3, and I can promise that it gets a whole lot better! That is when it begins to be Angie's story for most of the chapters. She will be older! And it will be much more interesting!

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-Emily