Chapter 3

"It's Pete... is it?" His voice echoed in the room and she did not move. That was an answer he understood well. "...I knew it."

"How?," was the only thing she asked and finally turned around.

"It was so obvious. Since he started to work here you were so happy again, not to mention your night walks when you disappeared for hours with him and those looks between the two of you. You two always looked at each other in every situation, communicated without saying anything. Do you really think I did not realize it? I was busy that's true, but a man always feels it."

"You knew it, but did not say a word..."

"No I didn't." He sighed,

"Because you did not care..."

"No, I cared and still care, but I had remorse about leaving you always alone. I just forced my eyes to keep closed."

"If you would love me, you would have not been able to close your eyes."

"You will never understand this."

"Yes, maybe you are right, but the only thing I know that I do not feel anything about you for quite a while... we are like strangers." Her words were hard, but true. Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"And..." He took a deep breath, "What is so special about him?...So good in bed?"

"How typical," she remarked with disbelief, "You men cannot think on anything else... Pete loves me, he cares for me and he is always there for me, even on his busy and hard days as well and yes... he is the best I've ever been with, and do you know why? Because we really do love each other."

"I can't believe it," He murmured, "One of my agents wanted to kill me, while the other one steals my wife. And that is the famous secret service."

"The second one was totally up to you John... I want a divorce." She said and left him alone.

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Later that afternoon in Pete's flat...

"I will be back at 5 p.m. to pick her up."

"Thanks Tom," smiled Pete, then closed his door and finally hugged Sarah tightly. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too," she whispered against his neck and took a deep breath from his intoxicating smell she loved so much.

"You okay? You seem a bit anguished for me."

"Yeah," she sighed and she pulled away a little. "I talked to John, I told him I want a divorce."

"What? But we agreed that I will tell him..."

"I know, but I was upset and... he is my husband after all. I mean this is my duty to tell him."

"I do not agree with you on this, but... anyway, tell me how went in there," he said and pulled her down gently next to himself on the sofa.

"As I expected... he tried to manipulate me as always, but I did not let myself."

"But he did not hurt you... right?" His voice was worried now because Sarah did not answered instantly.

"No, of course not. He is not that kind... just he revealed that he knew about us."

"What?...But how? Montrose told him?"

"No, he did not. John just found it out as he said from our behavior."

"I see." Pete wondered, "I will talk to him tomorrow."

"No!" Cried Sarah, "Please don't."

"But why? Why are you so afraid of it?"

"I just do not want anybody to get hurt."

"We would just talk..." He stroked her arm to ease her,

"Oh, of course... two men arguing on the same woman, that's really a 'just-talking-kind-of-situation'."

"Sarah..." Pete would try to convince her, but he had not much chance, because Sarah jumped up and headed to the kitchen's direction."

"Something smells wonderful, you cooked for me?"

Pete just sighed, because he knew the conversation about visiting her husband officially ended. "Umm... yes. Just something simple, pasta with my special Italian sauce. I'm not a big chef."

"That will be perfect, do not worry." She smiled and get a spoon to taste the sauce from the saucepan, "Hm, very tasty."

"I'm glad you like it. I know how much you love cooking."

"Yes, and I will cook for you everyday." She gave him a sweet smile, "I really cannot wait to run my own household again. Living in the White House is fascinating from the outside, but the truth is they never let me to do anything, and that could be awfully boring and frustrating."

"Well, I have plenty of ideas against frustration," he smiled mischievously as he softly pulled her to his embrace.

"That's gratifying..." she chuckled, "But we have to wait until your wound will fully recover. I do not want to risk it to open up again like last time."

"You're right." He sighed and gave her a quick kiss, "So would you like to eat first or want me to show you the possible houses I found on the seaside?"

"Umm... both?"

"Of course, then both..." smiled Pete, "There's the folder on the coffee table, I will be back in a minute."

"Right," she sat down with a smile. She really loved to be at his place, everything was so cosy. The bookshelves with those thousands of books, the sofa and all the little memories and photos everywhere. She would have been perfectly happy if they would only live here in this little flat in downtown, but their dream was a small house right on the seaside somewhere in Maine, where she can teach him to sail as she promised before.

They were in perfect harmony, eating simply just on the sofa with her legs curled up and discussing all pros and contras of every house he chose. This carefree side of her always amazed him, and he knew she behaved like this only when she was with him.

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The next few months until the Election Day went by quite fast. They spent all of her spare time at Pete's flat, enjoying the testing of their future life together, while Pete kept himself away from the White House as he promised. It was not an easy thing, but he really did not want to ruin their relationship with anything. John was busier than before so he hardly met with her in private. He was always a great tactic, so he perfectly knew he cannot apportion his power between the fight for the presidency and for his wife. He had to make a priority and that was presidency. His plan was winning the election then concentrating on Sarah with his full power but just with soft tools, because he knew if Pete would get any hurt she would never be able to forgive him.

To be continued...