A/N: So like I promised this chapter is longer...I hope you like...

Chapter 3 - How to get over a break up

4 months later...

Today was the day; the day that would make her single again. The day that from now on she would be known as 'divorced'.

She had tried so hard to make it work; everything from romantic holidays in Paris, over letting him take control of everything to a marriage counsellor. Nothing worked; it was as if she was cursed. They just drifted apart and she couldn't do anything against it; like water running through your hand, you can't hold onto it.

Paul always wanted to go out, she didn't. She wanted to stay in and be a normal family, the family she always wanted. She told him but instead of staying at home, he just went out a lone and made things worse. She hated to see him in strip clubs with his friends and out in clubs till the middle of the night. Every time she called she'd only get the busy tone of his cell phone and it drove her crazy.

"Miley we need to go." Her lawyer, a tall skinny woman named Angela Clark, told her.

Miley slowly got up from her comfortable coffee shop chair that she had be sitting in since five in the morning. She couldn't sleep at all last night and Angela told her she'd meet her at the office a half hour before the case would start so they could go over it one last time.

It was about ten minutes to nine now; she had only ten minutes left before she would have to go to court and face Paul again.

A week ago she found out that all the time he had been out with the guys, he was actually cheating on her. Since she found out she hadn't spoken to him, let a lone face him. The only contact was over lawyers, talking about how much each of them will get once the divorce was finalized.

"Okay, so everything is clear now? You just leave the talking to me and this whole thing will be over in no time." Angela said confidently with a finger snap before she led Miley through the marbled lobby.

"To save your money, you should be a little harder, since you haven't single a prenuptial agreement."

Miley was like in trance when she walked into the courtroom. They stood up when the judge came in and sat back down after he told them to. Miley felt numb and her vision was impaired; she felt as if she was just seeing this on TV, as if this wasn't really happening.

"Your honour..." Angela started and Miley felt her thoughts drift away; she knew this was important but couldn't help it.

She tried to make herself comfortable in the old wooden chair next to Angela but found she just couldn't. She looked over to Paul, who sat next to his lawyer at the desk on the other side of Angela. He and his lawyer whispered something to each other every now and then.

The case went on quite fast. First they interviewed Paul then Miley. All the excitement she felt the days before were gone; she only wanted it to end a get it over with.

Paul's lawyer held a circuitous speech, how it was all Miley's fault. "...So I find fifty percent of the fortune as a fair amount..."

"Say what?" Miley screamed, half laughing and got everybody to stare at her. "I'm sorry but he can't be serious." She added.

"I told you to let me talk..." Angela said and turned back to the judge. "I'm sorry, but as my client just said I must say that I see fifty percent as ridiculously high."

"Well, the final amount will be set after we are clear about the custody. I suppose you haven't agreed about it yet?" The judge asked them and Miley sat back down.

She hadn't even thought about it. He was right; they wouldn't live near each other once the divorce was finalized. She'd be a single mother now, raising her child by herself…

Miley felt her heart skipping a beat when she heard Paul's lawyer say Paul wanted the sole custody for Monique.

"What? I don't want Monique to stay with him!" Miley told Angela in shock.

"He won't get her, they usually grant custody to the mother." Angela whispered back.

"You honour...we want to apply for sole custody, as well." Angela exclaimed.

The judge nodded at the court stenographer who noted this down.

"The court is adjourned." The judge said. Everyone stood up and watched him leave before they followed suite and left the courtroom.

The next date was less than a month ahead and then Miley would know for sure but for now she wasn't even officially divorced. They walked out of the room; into the crowed that was already waiting. They all seemed to have nothing better to do than wait for the next scandal to come up, like vultures.

The flashes of the cameras almost made her turn blind; her security guard led her into the waiting car and covered her as best as they could. They drove away and to her house. Miley sighed deeply; she couldn't believe Paul wanted sole custody. He wasn't there at one of the most important moments in Monique's life!

--

They arrived at her house, still followed by paparazzi. Miley walked in covering herself with one of her bodyguard's hoodie and ignored their questions.

They went in and she immediately walked into the kitchen to make something to eat. Monique was still at Oliver's; he had offered to baby-sit her while Miley and Paul were at the court. She was so glad he did because she didn't want Monique to see how her parents fight over her during the divorce process.

She heard a knock on her front door and the sound of her dad's voice. She put the coffee pot down and ran over to the door to jump into her dad's arms.

"Daddy... You're here!" She yelled excitedly; forgetting how tired she actually was.

"Of 'course, bud! How are you doing? You look a little stressed." He told her scanning her from the head to her toes.

"Yeah, but who wouldn't be?".

"True that... where is my baby girl? I want to hear her calling me Grandpa."

"She's with Oliver, he baby-sat her during the court process, he should be here with her any minute... but I doubt she would call you grandpa anyways." Miley answered laughing and placed the cups in front of them.

"Yeah but a father's allowed to dream... that one day she will..." He replied then added. "So how is the case going, I heard it got adjourned..."

Where did he hear this already?

"Well, Angela said he won't get the full custody... but I have a snowball's chance in hell to get out of this with all the money." Miley sighed before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Miley I told you..." Her Dad started but Miley cut him off.

"Please Dad, don't lecture me... I don't need this right now." She sighed and rubbed her forehead with her free hand still holding the coffee tight with the other one.

"Sorry, I just thought... I don't want you to get hurt."

"I know." Miley nodded as Oliver walked in with Monique in his arms.

"Hi Miley, Hello Mr. Stewart." He greeted.

"Heeeey..." Miley's dad said and took Monique from Oliver. "Did you play with Uncle Oliver?" He asked softly rocking her up and down.

"Hey Baby, did you have a nice day?" Miley asked and kissed Monique on her cheek.

Monique nodded. "Ollie." She said and pointed to Oliver.

--

Oliver left after they all had dinner together. They were all too tired to cook so they just called the pizza service.

Miley and her Dad sat on the couch flipping through the TV. Monique had fallen asleep almost an hour ago and Miley was just about to as well.

"Miley... do you want me to take her home with me for the weekend? So you can kick back and relax a bit." Robby Ray offered.

"Umm yeah. Thanks dad..." She replied and closed her eyes.

Miley woke up the next morning still lying on the couch. It was already past noon. She felt really good now; after sleeping twelve hours the world seemed different. She slowly got up and stretched. She walked over to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast but realized that she didn't have anything. She was content with an old donut and a cup of coffee.

She swallowed the last piece of the hard donut before looking around and realizing that the whole place was a mess. She took the last sip of coffee and started to clean the house up.

It was already dark outside when she finished. She plopped on the couch with a sigh, but it was a happy sigh. Finally all the garbage was out the house and out her life. She had thrown away all of Paul's stuff and it felt good; she didn't know what would happen to it but if he didn't want to pick it up, it was his own fault.

She thought she could go out and meet up with Lilly before she realized Lilly lived on the other side of the country.

She looked through her cell phone address book and found out that she didn't have anybody who she could go out with to have a little fun. She missed Lilly a lot; she wanted her here like it was in high school. Just go to the mall, the beach or have a sleep over and talk all night.

Lindsay´ She saw and thought 'Why don't go out with her?' She had always asked Miley to come with her but she had always been busy.

She called her and she didn't have to ask her twice; Lindsay said she would pick Miley up in front of her house, which is what she did.

An hour later Miley and Lindsay sat in Lindsay's car cruising though Beverley Hills. Miley remembered how much fun Lindsay was; they sang along to the radio until they arrived at the best club they could find.

The music was playing loud; you could already hear it from ten miles around.

What would it take for you to just leave with me? Not trying to sound conceited but me and you were meant to be.

You're a sexy guy; I'm nice girl. Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world.

They more yelled than sang as they walked into the club and onto the dance floor. As soon as Miley started to move her body to the beat of the music she dipped into her own world; a world without problems, divorces and court appointments.

Dancing made her forget about everything, it just made her happy. She knew the whole club was starring at her but she didn't care. For the crowd she seemed remote and she was, far away in her own state.

She sat down at one of the high chairs on the bar next to Lindsay and ordered a drink.

"Try this one." Lindsay told her, holding an orange and blue drink.

Miley licked her lips and took a sip of it. She had already lost track of how many drinks she'd had and started to get a little dizzy.

--

Miley was woken up by the annoying sound of her cell. Slowly it came back to her mind that the next court appointment was today. She had been out with Lindsay the night before, exactly like all the nights the last month. She and Lindsay had become really good friends; probably best friends.

She stretched over to the nightstand to take her phone and answer it.

"Hello...?" She asked with a sleeping voice into the little phone.

"Hey, Miles... Finally I get you! I've been trying to call you since a month..." Her dad told her.

"I'm sorry I've been busy... I'll talk to you later... I gotta go..." She replied and flip closed the phone.

She jumped out of bed and into the shower.

--

"I'm sorry I'm late..." She told Angela breathless before they went into the courtroom.

She took a seat on the left side next to Angela. Once again they got up for the judge and sat back down. Then he opened the case.

Paul's Lawyer started to build up a board with pictures on it that mostly showed Miley. Looking closer it only showed Miley...

"As you can see here Mrs. Fabiano is a party girl, who does drugs and drives when she's drunk." He pointed at a picture that showed Miley snorting a white substance.

He pointed at another picture, which showed Miley behind the wheel of her car, looking as if she was going to pass out; she was definitely drunk in that one.

"And this is not what you would want a child to grow up with, her permanent partying and going out made my client want to run away and go on trips with his friends..." He continued his speech.

Miley's jaw dropped, where did they get those pictures form? And what was he talking about? She wasn't the one who wanted to go out all the time, it was Paul!

"Another thing; that shows that she's not a good role model for a child..." He turned the page of the board and now the whole audience could she Miley getting out of a car in a mini skirt with no underwear on.

Miley couldn't even breathe, what was that guy talking about? Where did they get those pictures? She didn't even know they existed. Sure she went a little over the top... but she was young and this was her business, this doesn't mean she wasn't a good mom... and also this had nothing to do with their break up; this was AFTER they broke up.

Angela tried her best to defend Miley but it all didn't help. The judge wasn't too pleased after he saw the pictures of Miley and the drugs. He said she should do a drug test and stop going out all night and until the next date Paul will have custody of Monique. Also she had to pay him almost 35 percent as a pay-off.

A/N: Soo...? What do you think?...Please review and tell me...Oh and the song was "Boys" by Britney Spears...