And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying…

"Hey Beca." Jesse called, coming out of the bathroom, tying his tie as he walked into the kitchen where his wife stood making breakfast. "You're still up for that company dinner I have this Saturday aren't you?" He questioned.

"The what now?" Beca called back, not realizing he'd entered the room, and jumping when she felt his hands come to rest on her shoulders.

"The company dinner this Saturday. It's a pretty big one." He told her again, grabbing a piece of fruit over her shoulder.

"Oh… I uh, I can't." Beca admitted reluctantly, glad he couldn't see the way her eyes bulged out of her head when she realized this was the thing she had on that meant she really couldn't go to Chloe's.

"Oh? Why not?" He questioned her, sitting at the table to check his briefcase making sure everything was intact.

She turned slowly, letting out a sigh. She really should just tell him. Rip off the band aid or whatever needed to be done. He'd be mad at her for lying sure, but she really should just tell him she was going to Chloe's… then she should probably cancel her diner with the red head and agree to go with him anyway, she was his wife after all.

"I have… I have a work thing; it'll run late, probably till eleven or twelve." She lied through her teeth, shocking herself in the process as her original plan to tell him went completely out the window.

"Oh right, that's fine." Jesse told her, smiling briefly. "Leave me as the only loner at the party; I'm sure I'll live." He joked, standing up then and kissing her softly on the side of the lips.

"If not I'll beat up anyone who dares make fun of you." Beca promised, smiling when he pulled back to hide the twisting knot in her stomach.

"My hero." He cajoled. "Tell Adam I said bye, and that I'll pick him up from soccer practice at five." He added as he turned on his heel to leave. "Love you." He called then, just as he was about to go out the door.

"Love you too." Beca called back, her face falling when she heard the door slam, wondering what the hell was getting into her.

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"Hey buddy." Jesse greeted fondly as Adam clamoured into the back of the people carrier, now big enough to put on his own seatbelt – or so he insisted. "Have fun at soccer?" He questioned, glancing briefly at his son in the rear view mirror as he pulled out of his parking spot.

"Yea… I almost got a goal!" The young boy enthused, seeming not to care that he was goalie on the team.

"Wow! Good job." Jesse laughed openly, having realized a long time ago his son would never really become a prodigy of any sort when it came to soccer. "Hey little man… Dad has a question for you." Jesse asked then, a frown briefly clouding his features.

"I ate all my lunch at school today!" Adam retorted automatically, knowing this was the one and only thing his parents ever had reason to scold him for as he had a horrible habit of going from one end of the school day to the next simply forgetting to eat and then crying when he got home because he was so hungry.

"No little man, not that… Though good boy, I'm glad you did." Jesse laughed, his features softening slightly. "The friend you told me about that mom had over when I was away at the big meeting in New York… are you positive that happened, or was it a dream?" He questioned the boy, trying to keep his tone from becoming too serious for fear Adam would pick up on it and think he was in trouble again.

"I dunno…" He responded simply, having only mentioned it in passing to his father originally. "She sang me a song with mom and she had really pretty red hair and I sang her the song about the pretty eyes and stuff." He explained again.

"That's okay buddy, I was just checking." Jesse explained, supressing a deep sigh, resisting the overwhelming urge to punch something.

"Mom laughed a lot when she was there…" Adam added a few moments later as an afterthought, unaware of just how much he was rubbing salt in his father's wounds. "Mom had a really pretty smile when she laughed at my new friend." He concluded, smiling himself at the memory.

This time Jesse couldn't supress the aggravated sigh, and it was all he could do not to punch a hole in the windshield of the people carrier as they cruised down the highway. He was being lied to. He wasn't sure where he stood with her, or even worse he wasn't sure that she really cared. She was being unfaithful, and he wasn't even sure how or why.

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Beca was just leaving work as her phone buzzed frantically in her pocket indicating a text. She presumed it was Chloe and dug the phone out of her jeans, presuming the red head was putting in a specific wine request or something for Beca to pick up, seeing as the brunette had two hours to kill before she was due to be at her house – and not that Chloe wouldn't allow her to come over earlier, but there was no way the older woman was going to risk letting Beca interfere with her cooking.

She was shocked however, when she instead found the text to be from her husband, who really should be getting ready for his own dinner by now.

Hey is there any way you can come home before your meeting? I need to talk to you before I go to this dinner, it's important.

No hint to what it might be and no sign of emotion in the text worried Beca as she tapped out her reply quickly, already power walking to her car.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"What's up baby?" Beca called through the house when she came in the front door, pushing down the guilt she felt at simply wanting to have this conversation over her as quickly as possible.

"We need to talk…" Jesse replied simply, sitting at the kitchen table, eyes trained on her as she walked over and stood across from him. "Adam told me you had a friend over when I was away." He explained briefly, cutting right to the chase and watching his wife's face for a reaction.

"Yea… I uh, I had Chloe over." Beca admitted, knowing in her head she'd done nothing wrong, though the constricting feeling in her chest she usually associated with guilt told her otherwise.

"You uh… you told me you weren't going to be going out with her again." Jesse reminded her firmly, not wanting to seem like he was simply being a controlling douche. "You didn't need to lie."

"I didn't… I mean… I did." Beca concluded weakly, knowing there was no point in trying to talk her way around this. "Though maybe I wouldn't have needed to if you'd just accepted that she's back in my life." She snapped as an afterthought, her mind automatically going on an aggressive defence – because some things never change.

"Well Jesus Beca, I'm sorry if I don't like the people you're including in your life, but last time I checked I had the right to say it to you as your husband!" Jesse fought back, his voice raising an octave as he felt his anger bubble.

"You seriously aren't getting over this are you!" Beca laughed back bitterly. "Let me remind you that the only reason you hate Chloe so much is because she had the balls to call you out on your shit in college and you didn't appreciate it." She snarled.

"Yea exactly, but we managed to get over how much of an ass I was together." Jesse reminded her. "Though now she comes along and bam, apparently it's an issue again."

"Only because you're making it an issue right now!" Beca screeched in frustration. "You're the one that keeps bringing up how bad a person she is, not the other way around." She cried.

"Well… looks like everything comes full circle. Now you're the one sneaking about and lying." Jesse hissed, instantly regretting what he'd said when he saw the genuine hurt in Beca's eyes.

"If you think… for one second that I am going to stand here and listen to you of all people call me a home wrecker. A home wrecker after everything you put me through before Adam was born. Chloe is my friend, and here's one for you if you since I'm such a lying bitch, I don't have a meeting tonight. I'm going to her place for dinner." She seethed, eyes blazing as she backed away towards the door, stopping just before she reached it having apparently one more thing to add. "For the record Jesse, if I ever did cheat on you, I'd make sure it was with someone I had a connection with, and not some drunken frat girls with a higher blood alcohol level than IQ."

The next noise Jesse heard was the door slam and the ignition in Beca's car roar to life. He'd really messed up this time. He really couldn't just let her be her own person and he knew he was going to regret even attempting to have this conversation when his wife calmed down enough to come home.

Every time I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside…