Chapter One:

I despise it here.

I despise Vermont. We've been here for two years and he hasn't talked about moving back to New York once. "It's temporary", he had explained the day we had moved into our new house right next to that damn hotel, "Mom's sick and we need to take care of her".

His mother's been dead for 18 months. His father's got one foot out of Death's door in the hospital.

So, I ask myself... what are we still doing here?

Fiyero has no real connections here, no real friends, no real life. All he does is get up, goes to work at that university he teaches philosophy to, comes home, fucks me, and then goes to sleep. Then he repeats.

As for me, I dutifully fulfill all Fiyero expects of me. I clean the house, fold the laundry, and cook the food.

I am the perfect housewife. Usually.

But this morning, I'm not. This morning I'm planning something much different than my regular chores.

Today is the day. I feel a sense of excitement form inside of me as I watch the car leave the driveway, he waves towards me, I return the gesture warmly.

But then he stops the car and stares at me for a brief second. Like he's suddenly second-guessing himself. He looks worried and I bite back my smirk. I arch my eyebrow and wave him on again.

He still doesn't move. My impatience wears thin. I know what he's seeing. He's seeing his beautiful blonde wife stand at the window of their freshly painted house with a handkerchief around her hair, a black pencil skirt around her small waist with a white blouse to compliment her upper features. And of course the shoes, he can't see them from the car but I know he's thinking of my killer Jimmy Choo pumps that make him weak in the knees.

He sees all this and he's wondering how the hell he ended up in this marriage. How the hell did he end up with Glinda Upland? How did he end up juggling a wife and a mistress?

I stifle a laugh at his petty problems. He's going to have more on his plate after this morning. I wish I could tell him that, see what his reaction would be then. He wouldn't believe me, but still the imagined reaction is enough to satisfy me for now.

Fiyero seems to be studying me, or maybe he really is lost in thought for a second. I take the opportunity to look at him, because I want to remember his face in this very moment.

He looks a bit older than I remember him to be. His face is contorted with worry lines, or was it laughter? He hasn't laughed in a long time... come to think of it I haven't seen a real smile cross his face for a while either.

That's what he gets for ruining his marriage.

I stare at him a little bit more intently now. I look at his eyes, those beautiful, swoon worthy brown eyes. His bone structure is still as sharp as ever, and his physique is like a twenty year old's. His hair is the same color as his eyes but has some natural blonde highlights running through it. The blue diamond tattoos on his back hadn't been my idea, but he has them as a homage to his family.

He looks weary, tired and I'm glad.

He'll look even worse when I'm through with him.

Finally he leaves the driveway and I can get to work.

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