Dear Readers! Now the reaction what I got yesterday was certainly unexpected but I'm happy to see you're that passionate about my story. I hope this chapter helps to understand the situation more, even if there are still more secrets to find out about Felicity (don't worry, she's not a mother).

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P.S.: The mistakes are still all mine, and I apologize for them.

I was sitting in the huge bath filled with hot water, my body covered in colorful shiney bubbles, and I couldn't help but think of the times when we were chasing them with Hayden. Of course I fell, and broke my wrist because I was clumsy enough to fall on my hand. He acted like a badass hero and took me to the hospital. My saviour and my worst nightmare at the same time.

We were both coming from a poor neighbourhood. Our parents were friends for decades so we had a bond since the first day of my life. Hayden Smoak was my best friend, always by my side just like trouble on his side. We've been through a lot together. He was my worst part, and I was his best.

At the age of 17 when his younger brother died hit by a car –driven by the richest man in the town- he became addicted to drugs. Those were the real dark times for both of us. Neither of us had the money for rehab programs so me with all of my 14 years in my pocket had to try and handle the situation.

It took me 2 years when finally he admitted that he was an addict, and he needed my help to stop. We spent two months at my place, a rundown little appertmant, locked up, only going out for the most important things. But we managed, and ever since then he didn't touch any kind of drug, not even a cigarette.

Sometimes I still wonder if I was in love with Hayden, or it was only our misfortunate background what pushed us into each other's arms. One thing I know for a fact, I wasn't in love with him when we got married, and he knew it, too. We were through way too much together by the time. All the women who he cheated me with, the drugs, the deaths of our loved ones... Like he said one time, by the time I could have gotten the benefits of the seed that I planted, I didn't want it anymore.

For a long time he gave me the same speech as Oliver, that it was the best for me if we didn't deepen our relationship. I even believed him on occasions that maybe he was right.

After breaking out from our poor neighbourhood in a not so legal but rightful way, we moved to Europe, or to be exact, I was attending to MIT, and visited our home in Ireland every once in a while.

I was 20 when he proposed. Our marriage was his last desparate way to try and hold me back from leaving for good, and I wanted to believe we could make it work, even if I'd known at the bottom of my heart that it was a lie. Something broke in me, and even though, I still loved him, he was still a part of me, and would always be but I wasn't in love anymore.

I told him the truth after a year, told him that whatever there was, it was gone, and no begging could bring it back. We didn't deal with the paper work though somehow we never got around it. Since the day of our marriage I was Felicity Smoak, and not Elinor White. I didn't like the name Elinor, it was my mother's name, and I wanted nothing in common with her so I used my middle name instead. Hayden was the only one who still called me that way.

I was pulled back from the past as the door opened, and Hayden walked in with a bottle of red wine, and two glasses in his hands. Instinctionally, I dived under water, blushing deeply under the bubbles. He grabbed my hair playfully, pulling me back up, that well known boyish smirk playing over his lips.

"Not like there's anything I haven't seen before," he laughed as he sat next to the bath, pooring some wine in the glasses, handing me one of them.

I took a sip from my wine, moaning softly as it reached my throat. Now this is exactly what I needed. Not that I thought this peaceful time would last forever. Only a matter of seconds, and I'd have to explain myself.

"So, are you going to tell me now what's wrong?" He asked, not taking his eyes off me. They were alike with Oliver in many things, like those interogating eyes what made my heart miss a beat, like they could just see through me.

"Nothing... Everything," I sighed, leaning my head back to the edge of the bath, closing my eyes. "I thought I found someone different..."

"Different than me?" he asked quietly, wiping a tear from my face, letting out a sigh.

I nodded silently, taking another sip from my wine. It seems like I always go for the same type of man, the ones who only care for me if they need me.

"He's a fool if he doesn't see what a wonderful woman you are just like I was a fool when I let you leave..." he whispered, staring at the floor before drinking his wine at once.

"Of course, you should have locked me up in the tower," I said jokingly, giving him my glass, asking for more wine.

"You could have had hair as long as Rapunzel's, now that, I'd have enjoyed... Maybe I should do that now," he laughed, giving me my glass back, his rich deep voice filling the small space around us, almost like it was caressing my bare skin.

I was happy the mood lightened, that was exactly what I needed, some wine, and some quality time with my friend, even if originally this wasn't my plan.