I don't even know how I made it home. It's now just after 10pm. I am exhausted. And angry. Wanting to punch a wall angry. How could this happen? I thought we were okay.

You always wondered if you were enough, Ana, my subconscious reminds me. I pull my car into the garage and take a breath. Holy shit, my husband was fucking another woman. In our penthouse apartment.

I take my keys out of the ignition and make my way into the house. Gail is there in the kitchen, making some tea.

"Mrs. Grey, I didn't expect you home so early," she says, taking the water for her tea off the stove.

I shrug. "Well, that's what happens when you walk in on your husband cheating on you," I spit out. I did not mean to blurt it out like that. Or hell, even say anything at all. I generally like to keep mine and Christian's relationship out of everyone's view. But, now, I cannot seem to care. He didn't, so why should I?

I hear something break and I'm guessing it was the coffee cup Gail was going to use to put the hot water in. I hear Taylor coming through the back door in the kitchen. "Gail! Are you okay? Ana?"

He's confused. A broken mug on the floor and Gail and I just looking at one another. "Ana, I'm so sor-"

"Please don't apologize for my husband's infidelity, Gail. Taylor, did you know?" I ask him, as if I'm asking him for the funnies section of the paper.

He just stares at me. "No," he simply replies, and I know he's telling the truth. Thank God. Maybe it only was this one time. Doesn't matter, Ana. My subconscious is right. I walk over to the broken pieces and begin picking up the big ones.

"Let me get this, Ana," Gail says, shooing me away.

Taylor approaches me. "I swear to you, Ana. I had no idea."

"I believe you, Taylor," I say. Is this what shock is? I'm not in a puddle on the floor. I'm not sobbing. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Teddy?" I ask.

"He's been sleeping soundly for the last hour or so," Gail tells me.

"Thank you, both. I'm going to retire for the evening," I say. They both just nod. Unsure of what to say or do. I make my way to my bedroom and change clothes. I just stare at the bed. Our bed. Well, not any more. Where am I going to go? What am I going to do? Oh, Teddy….

After putting on my sweats, I walk in to check on him. He's sound asleep, little teddy bear next to him and soft lullaby music playing. He really is the best baby in the world.

I creep out of Teddy's room and make my way to the spare bedroom. I cannot and will not sleep in the bed we shared. I just cannot.

I feel defeated. As if someone has taken a knife to my gut. And that someone is Christian Grey. The one person who said I was his more. That I was enough. The one person I chose to give everything I have to and he ruined it.

I pull back the covers of our spare queen sized bed. I take a look at my BlackBerry. No missed calls, no texts. He hasn't tried to call me or text me. Nor has he followed me home to talk. I guess this is it for our marriage. How do I forgive this? How can I even look at him anymore?

I have a vision of him fucking that woman on his desk. I shake it off and I hug the pillow, let out a sigh and the tears flow. And flow they do.