Bill Clinton stood in the doorway, looking disheveled and sad. He couldn't believe his eyes. His wife… his dear, dear wife with… another woman. He almost dropped his saxophone in horror, but he held the instrument steady even as he trembled.

There stood the love of his life kissing another. He looked on at Hillary- her eyes were also wide in shame at having been caught. Her checks were now tinted pink and her lover, so young and innocent, couldn't bring herself to look at Bill at all.

"Hillary..." Bill whispered. He couldn't find words.

"Billy, I wish I could say that this isn't what it looks like..."

Bill felt tears begin to form in his eyes. "But I loved you, Hil-Babe! I loved you!"

Hillary just shook her head, Bill could see that she was also on the verge of tears. "I would have liked to believe it, Bill." She clenched her fists. "But, Al Gore told me the truth about it all!"

Bill looked down in shame. "You've been cheating on me our whole marriage!" his wife cried. "When that Monica scandal was huge, you told me it was all fake and you were just trying to get publicity for when I was ready to run! You told me that it was all just so the American people would feel for me, and vote for me out of pity!"

Bill turned away.

"But it was all lies!" Hillary cried. "You never loved me! All you wanted was those other women!"

Bill's face suddenly reddened on anger. "You're wrong!" He yelled. "I always loved you! You're the one who drove me away! Maybe if you hadn't have been drinking wine every night I when I came home! Maybe then we could've had a stronger relationship!"

Hillary was shaking with anger now, "Maybe if you would have actually come home more than once a week! Then I wouldn't have had to resort to drinking to make me feel loved! You were always in the Oval Office- now I know what you were really doing in there... And you know I was just studying the polls of the American people so I could figure out what my opinions should be."

Bill was speechless.

"Come on Margret!" Hillary took her girlfriend's hand and pulled her along. "I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

And then, Bill watched as truly the only woman he had ever loved walked out of the door, and possibly his life.

Bill Clinton truly did love his wife. When they first met, he thought that she was the most gorgeous and most intelligent woman he had ever known. It had started to become habit to buy little expensive gifts; Bill loved the way her eyes had shown when he handed her diamonds or chocolates or flowers with money he took from the Clinton Foundation.

Bill could still remember when he first proposed to her, when she first told him she was pregnant, when he couldn't look at the presidential voting results and his wife was the one who came into their bedroom and congratulated him! Bill Clinton could remember fondly a lot of memories.

True, he had a problem- he was too loose with other women. Bill had always felt so terrible because of it- and so at night sometimes he would break out his saxophone and softly play Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" while reprimanding himself.

One time a secret service agent had walked by the balcony and heard him crying to the stars "We could have had it all! Rolling in the deeeeep! I had Hillary's heart inside of my hand... And I played it! And I played it! To the beat!" Bill would wail to the night sky in between sobs. The secret service agent had quietly slipped away and pretending it had never happened.

Bill still stood in the room where his life was turned upside down. His wife was gone. He had always known that Hillary had strayed from him from time to time, but never seriously thought she would think of leaving. Bill was partway into playing Adele's "Hello" on the saxophone when he had a wonderful idea.

He would call Hillary's past love interests and ask them for advice. He pulled a pen and pad of paper out of one of the dressers and wrote all the names of her past lovers he could think of.

Yoko Ono

Anderson Cooper

Michelle Obama