An: sorry for the short chapter I just really wanted it out. promise to make it up in the next chapter. read and review please.
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Chapter 3
The next morning dawned in utter splendor with an insultingly brilliant blue sky and bright sun. Hinata wanted it to be rainy and gloomy outside, as she turned over in the bed and remember what had happened the night before. And as so, as she did she began to cry as she got out of bed.
She went in the guest bathroom to freshen up for the day. When she looked the in mirror her face was red and puffy. There were noticeable bags under her eyes. She looked like shit and felt like shit.
She still could not believe he was doing this to her. She somehow wished it was a horrible nightmare. But waking up in the quest room shattered that wish. When she was finished getting ready she went into the kitchen for some much needed coffee.
In the kitchen sat Sasuke around the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand and a duffel bag with what seemed to be clothes. She walked pass him to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup. She then sat in front of him and just continued to stare at his face. Since he was leaving she might as well try and remember every inch of his face.
The silence between them was awkward…really awkward. So awkward Sasuke was the one to break it.
"I'm sorry Hinata… I never thought this would happen. I'll do anything I can to make this easier for you. I never intended for it to end up like this. I just didn't know what else to do." He sounded quite helpless as he sat there facing her.
"You could still give her up. Will you at least think about it?" her voice full of her. She loved him so much she wasn't afraid to beg. And getting rid of that pink haired slut aka Sakura was her only hope. There was a long silence before he finally answered.
"No, I won't. It's too late for that. There's no turning back now. My decision is final."
"Is she pregnant?" Hinata asked sounding horrified. She hadn't even thought of that. It could probably explain why he's so adamant about leaving her. Instead of a response he turned his head away from her.
"Look Hinata I know you don't see it yet but maybe this is a blessing for the both of us. We've both been trapped in this marriage."
"A blessing? You're calling this a blessing? What kind of blessing is it to have your husband cheats on you, and then walked out on your family that you spent so long to build together? Are you crazy?"
But he didn't think he was. He loved Sakura so much. He spent all day Saturday with her, when he told Hinata he was going in town to see clients. She has always been telling him to leave Hinata. It was between Sakura and Hinata. He finally made up his mind and now he and Sakura are engaged.
To top it off she was pregnant, with his son. He couldn't have been more elated. He was going to have a family with a woman he was madly in love it. And it was all he wanted now at any price. He had to sacrifice Hinata for Sakura.
"Will you go to counseling with me?" Hinata asked in a small voice. Her coffee was cold by this.
"I don't want to go to counseling with you," he said bluntly.
"I want a divorce. Even if I stop seeing Sakura, I realize now I want out. I want more than this. Much, much more. And you should too. We've drifted apart. Our life is dead, like an old tree that needs to be chopped down before it falls over and kills someone. And the person it's liable to kill right now is me. Hinata, I can't do this anymore."
He was emotionless when he said this. He showed no remorse either. He looked quite determined.
His survival was at stake, and he wasn't going to let Hinata keep him from what he wanted, no matter what she said. He knew she loved him but his love for her was dead. He loved Sakura and wanted a life with her. He was going to drive to her apartment complex in New York City. Nothing Hinata could do or say would stop him.
And she could see precisely that on his face. As far as Sasuke was concerned their was dead. All Hinata could do now was accept it. She had to accept the fact that her husband of twenty four years no longer wanted her.
"When did all this happen? When you met that girl? She must be fabulous in bed to turn you around like this." She hated herself for saying it, but she couldn't help herself.
Without saying a word he picked up his bag, stood up from his chair and walked away. She just sat there and watched him get up. He turned to look at her when he reached the door. She felt her stomach turnover.
"I'll call you about the details. Are you going to talk to the kids?" he talked as though this was some deal he was making.
He had never looked so cold to her. No trace of warmth, tenderness or guilt. And she knew as she looked at him that she would forever remember that moment. She would remember him standing there at the door in his khaki pants and crisp blue button down shirt. All of which she had washed and pressed. It was as if he had died because it surely felt like that.
She wanted to jump out her chair and embrace him, but she didn't. She just looked at him and nodded. And without another word he was out the door and his car was already out the drive way.
An: Thank you for reading. Am sorry to inform that there wont be any more updates until July. Don't blame me blame my exams.