Ok,here's the truth-Chp 4

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Hey guys, it's been so long. Thanks to a good friend BiaAylesworth for giving me a nudge. Thanks to all of you for the reviews so far. A reveiw can go a long way fro a writer.

I hope you like this chapter. I hope to hear from you.

Cheers!

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Sweet is it, sweet is it

To sleep in the coolness

Of snug unawareness.

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Harvey got home earlier than Donna again that night. Since the time she had left her phone at the office and took off to God only knew where, she had not been back yet. Did she even realize she had forgotten her phone at the office? And as the time ticked off Harvey's mood swelled down from majorly pissed to worried. Where was she? Was she ok? Had she been in an accident? He started pacing, at the same time not wanting to alarm his kids who thankfully at that moment had eaten dinner which had been cooked by the house help and now the waited for mommy to come home. Who, according to daddy, was delayed at a meeting. He was starting to feel like his father. The husband who was left with the kids while the wife was out somewhere screwing some dude. No. Donna would never do that to him. She would never…

Then he remembered the 'friend' who had called on Donna's phone that afternoon. The male friend who had called on her private line and had been evasive about his name. He remembered when answering that damned private call.

"Hello, this is Mrs Spector's phone." He had said, to make it clear.

"Oh, hi. I was meaning to speak to Donna…I mean…Mrs Spector." The voice on the other end said.

"Too bad, she's left her phone with me."

"Oh, I see."

"And you would be?"

"A friend. My name is Andrew. I take it I'm speaking to Mr Spector?"

"That's correct. What kind of friend exactly. I've never heard of you before." Harvey hated asking, hated being the insecure husband but he would not lie to himself, right now he was.

"Let's just say I'm helping her with something. I'm sure she'll mention me sooner or later. Anyways, it was nice talking to you. I'll try and call her later."

The guy then hung up. Harvey wanted to call him back, but one, it was a private call and he didn't want to come across as the jealous insecure guy. So, he vented all his frustrations on everyone in the office. If you so much as left a paper in the copier he would jump on you like a wounded cat with all it's hackles out. Until Mike convinced him to take a break and go out for an early drink with him. He had to talk to Donna. This cat and mouse game was not helping.

He waited now, having put the kids to sleep, at last they had agreed to go to bed. They were tired of waiting for their mom too. He sat in his living room, on the couch, phone in hand. His mind venturing between pissed and worried. Should he call the police? Make them put a BOLO on her? He knew the 24hr rule, but he was a lawyer and he knew he could twist some's arms around. For goodness' sake, his wife was missing! Probably lying dead in a car wreck somewhere. With that thought he stood up, started to pace, and then put the call through. He didn't care anymore.

The call was answered.

"Yeah,hello…can I speak to Detective Malloy please. Tell him its Harvey Specter."

The call was put on hold while they looked for his good friend Detective Derek Malloy. He held on impatiently, tapping his foot as he leaned his back against the wall, facing the door.

"Hey Harvey."' A grumpy voice said on the other end.

"Hey, I need a huge favour Derek. Donna is…" before he could finish that sentence the door was opened and Donna walked in. The relief he felt almost had his knees going under, but they were probably held up by the fury that surged through him at the same time.

"Harvey? You still there?" Derek asked on the other end of the line.

"Never mind Dereck, it's all good now." Harvey said and unceremoniously cut off the phone call.

"Harvey…"

"Donna what the hell?! Do you know who I was with on the phone right now? The police! I was asking them to put a BOLO on your head. Just what the hell is going on with you?"

"I'm sorry…"

"Really Donna? I don't think sorry is going to cut it this time. Talk."

"I…uh.." Donna walked to the couch and sat down, probably trying to calm the situation down. But Harvey was not having any of it. He remained standing.

"I'm sorry." She said again.

"You've already said that." Harvey said, unmoving, but he made a point of lowering his voice, mindful of the kids sleeping upstairs. He waited for an answer. What pre-packaged answer had she prepared for him this time? Something rehearsed, like 'oh, I lost track of time while I was out with a friend', or was it the, 'I took the wrong highway' bullshit that she had fed him a couple of weeks ago? Which was it this time? And who was goddamned Andrew?

"I just…I…lost my phone and I…"

"You drove around looking for it? Is that what you're going to say to me Donna. Is that the best you can come up with right now?" Harvey asked, pissed. "You left your phone at the office, Donna."

She looked up at him, eyes wide, surprised, frightened. Then her eyes started darting around, as if looking for an escape. With all the lies she had told him so far, if her eyes could stop darting around and remain steady for once he would have believed her. But it seemed as good an actor as his wife was, she could not look him in the eye when she lied. That was a dead giveaway.

And she was lying right now. And he was so done with it.

"Who's Andrew Donna?" Harvey thundered. Though he tried to maintain a low voice, he so wasn't calm about it.

What?" donna asked, confused.

"Who's goddamn Andrew?!" He almost yelled but managed a dangerous hiss.

"He's… he's a friend Harvey, don't yell at me." She was trying to get into her, 'I'm Donna Paulsen and nobody talks down at me' persona, but it was harder to slip into when she was feeling guilty. Harvey knew her too well, so he brushed her off.

"Who's Andrew Donna?" He asked again, this time calmly.

"How do you know Andrew?" Donna asked, eyes wide.

"He called your phone. And I answered it." He dared her to admonish him for answering her private phone. Because that had never been a rule before. Until recently when she started secretive behaviour.

"What…what did he say?" She was now visibly shaking.

"He told me to ask you. Now I'm asking, as your husband, who the hell is Andrew?"

"He's …uhm...," There were tears in her eyes as she failed to answer him. That was it, he wasn't going to wait for another second to hear his wife tell him that Andrew was the new man in her life. He was so out'a here. He walked past Donna to go to their bedroom. Took out a bag from the closet and started packing.

She followed him in and stood frozen at the door. Oh, yeah, this was happening. He would walk out first and then they could discuss paternity rights in court. He was not going to be his father, no way. He was not going to just stand there and let Donna rip out his heart just like that. At least he was not about to let her know how much damage she had caused. He still had a little pride to salvage. He should have never given in to his emotions, should have never backed down. Now look, like father like son. He had known it all along. If people knew you cared, they would walk right all over you. He had thought he had learned a lesson from his Dad. For the longest time he had been able to protect himself. Until Donna had broken down all his defences and left him with no rope to hold onto. He had been foolish to think that she would be different. He had been helpless with her, and she had used it against him while he was down and out, true to form.

"What are you doing?" She asked, looking stricken.

"What does it look like Donna? I'm getting out of your way so that you and Andrew can have a nice life. The bitch of it Donna is that, I never saw it coming. Never for a second…"

"Harvey stop." Donna said, moving to still his moving packing hands. They looked at each other now, chests heaving, hearts vulnerable, throats constricted with a pain that was only too evident in their eyes. "It's not what you think." She whispered earnestly, all the truth in her eyes.

"Then tell me what it is?"

"I…I…I've …Andrew is head of Oncology at Med West Hospital." She said that as if it explained everything. It didn't. Harvey continued to look at her for an answer. Something along the lines of, 'he's an old friend who's a doctor and… whatever crap else.

"He's helping me." She said

"Helping you with what, Donna?"

"I've …I've got a tumour Harvey. In my brain. It's…it's malignant and…"

Harvey had lost her at tumour. His hart might have just stopped beating when she said that word. He wondered how he was still standing there. No. No this was not happening. He looked into her eyes and they were looking straight at him this time. This was none of her cloak and dagger moves. This was real, and God, did he wish she was cheating on him.

"Harvey? Baby I…"

"No. No way."

"I tried to tell you but, I couldn't. I tried to do it on my own and just maybe save you from the trouble of having to…I don't know. I just thought I could…fix it."

Of all the darkest scenarios he had thought of in his life, this had never been it. And this was just too dark he couldn't see which way was up.

"They say, it can't be fixed and I…I've got six months to live. I'm sorry Harvey." She said brokenly.

No, no no no! Harvey didn't know how he got out of that house, all he knew was that he couldn't breathe. No, he really couldn't breathe. So he ran and ran and ran until he found himself at the beach somewhere, not quite sure how he got there. He was heaving, his whole body ached with the torturous run he had exerted on himself, but still he couldn't breathe. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to look, every wall seemed to be closing in on him. So he looked up, and screamed. God, you can't do this. Not like this. His legs gave out and he found himself sitting on the ground, struggling to breathe.

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Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared beneath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to God, I could have missed the pain
But I'd have to miss the dance

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See you soon.