A/N: There are two more chapters after this, and I'm so sad this story is coming to end soon but I've had so much fun reading all of your reviews. Because aestheticedits5813 had mentioned this, I wanted to clarify that Killian's character is in no way based on Jack in Heartbreakers, in case you've seen the movie and haven't already figured that out, and I love that someone brought it up! Killian may be a fool in love, but he's certainly not a hopeless spineless sap, so please don't expect Emma to be let off scot-free - but you will see how things turn out very soon.
Here we go!
~Rule #10: Keep your eyes on the finish line. You're about to rip the rug from underneath his feet, flip his world upside down and destroy everything he's worked so hard for, so whatever you do, don't let anything or anyone get in your way, no matter what. Put on the show of your life, but your heart must remain of steel when you rip his out and let it crumble in between your fingers.~
The early morning light illuminates softly through the bedroom windows, creating a warm glow in the room. Killian is lying on his stomach as he starts to stir in the tangled blankets and sheets, the delicious aroma of coffee intriguing his senses. Turning his head away from the intrusive light, he instinctively reaches out towards the other side of the bed, but instead of finding his wife, he finds her side empty. Gradually opening his groggy eyes, he lifts his head to confirm his Swan is not there.
Mustering the energy from his tired bones, he slowly makes his way out of bed, pulls on a pair of boxers and goes in search of her.
He once again finds Emma sitting out on the terrace, this time in a light blue nighty, staring out over the ocean and nursing a coffee. He doesn't blame her though. The sound of the waves and seagulls are soothing, and the gentle breeze feels quite perfect.
Killian grins at the sight and comes up behind her, wrapping her up in his embrace. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be the early riser?" he teases playfully.
Emma shudders in his hold, turning her head and offering a smile smile. "I just woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep."
"How come, darling? What's on your mind?"
Emma shrugs softly. "I just realized last night how little we really know about each other." She turns around in his arms, looking up at him. "I mean, aren't married couples supposed to know every little thing, like the tattoos they have and what the other likes in bed? We've never even seen each other naked until last night."
Killian's features fall in disappointment. Was he not adequate enough for her? He thought she'd enjoyed their lovemaking as much as he had, but maybe he was mistaken. "Was I… did I do something wrong?" he asks, worry lacing his tone.
Emma shakes her head, a smirk curving her lips. "No, of course not. You were... incredible."
Killian sighs in relief, his expression relaxing a bit. "Then what's the problem, sweetheart?" he asks softly. "Not all couples have sex before marriage."
"I know… but those people normally know everything else about their partner. And we didn't. We still don't."
"Emma, we have from now until the end of time to get to know each other," he points out in a hopeful tone. "Are you regretting getting married too soon?"
Emma shakes her head, pursing her lips in contemplation, her eyes full of conflict. "No, I'm not, I just... there are some things I need to tell you."
Killian places the pad of his index finger on her lips to stop her from saying anything more. "It can wait. Our honeymoon is supposed to be relaxing, not stressful," he reminds her.
Emma looks like she still wants to tell him something, but right now he has other ideas as he takes the coffee cup from her hand and places it on the outdoor table.
"I want my wife to feel pampered and loved appropriately, not worried or discouraged." Before she can respond, Killian is running his hands down her exquisite curves, following the trail down her clothed body with his lips. She shows him no resistance and is already responding with a soft moan, her body molding into his touches.
He kneels down in front of his sweet goddess, lifting her leg over his shoulder. She braces back against the railing as he sneaks his head underneath her gown and uses his mouth and fingers on her, caressing her folds and enjoying her sweetness on his tongue. Hearing her soft curses above him, he eagerly explores his wife, devouring her in his mouth and pumping his fingers into her heat. It's not long before he's pulling her into the abyss, her walls fluttering around his tongue as she offers all of her essence to him, crying out into the open, morning air.
Licking his lips, he picks her up and carries her back to bed where they display their affections with gentle caresses, satisfying strokes and sweet kisses. They explore every inch of skin, every line and every curve, memorizing and getting to know each other's body more thoroughly. They stay in bed long into the late afternoon until they finally remove themselves to shower and make breakfast together.
Emma wants to stay on the island with Killian forever, but alas, real life forces them to go back. After getting back from their honeymoon very late, Emma drives to work early in the morning, while he visits the driving range.
She has this foreign feeling blooming inside her. She's never been this happy before, and can't say she hates the feeling. There's just a tiny problem of having to tell Milah to call off the con, though, but she hopes to quickly rectify that.
She dials Milah's number during her drive to work and it rings a few times before her sister answers.
"Hey?" Milah's words are laced with confusion. Emma really has no reason to call her, because the plan is already set in motion. They never talk to each other between the wedding and the carefully planned affair, so neither will get doubts or mixed feelings, and neither one will be influenced by the other to back out. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah…" Emma takes a deep, shaky breath, not sure how to form in words what she wants to tell her sister. "Actually, no, not really," she confesses, the inside of her stomach twisting with nerves, like it's filled with snakes.
"What is it? If you're worried about how things will go, please don't. Everything will be fine, I promise."
"It's not that," Emma begins, and she's feeling conflicted. She knows she has to fess up and tell Milah the truth, but at the same time she doesn't want to disappoint her sister. She also doesn't want to hurt Killian. It's a lot like she's choosing between them, and her loyalty should be leaning towards Milah, but her heart is going off in an entirely different direction. "I'm calling off the con," Emma blurts out loud, and the silence on the other end of the line is deafening. Emma starts to panic, not knowing exactly how Milah is reacting to this.
"You wanna what?" Milah questions finally, after an eternity, or so it feels, her tone hinting towards anger and irritation.
Emma's heart is hammering so fast, she's not sure if she can tell her sister how she really feels exactly. "I… I can't go through with it."
Milah emits a strangled noise and Emma has to hold the phone away, her features twisting in confusion. Is Milah really laughing?
Holding the phone to her ear again, Emma can still hear her laughing for several more seconds before the sound finally dies in Milah's throat.
"Oh Emma, that's a good one. You really had me going for a sec."
"No, I'm serious, Mi. I can't go through with this."
"And why not?" Milah's tone is much more serious, and Emma can tell she is not thrilled by this revelation.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Emma throws around the idea of telling her the truth because isn't that the whole point of this conversation—to tell Milah the truth? "Because I'm in love with Killian."
Again there is silence, and it's completely overwhelming. She needs something; any sort of response will do, really, but there's nothing for what feels like several minutes.
"Milah?"
"I cannot believe this. You're the one who begged me to go along with this. Ever since you saw that damn golfer, you have nothing but insisted that he is the one who will get us to Hawaii."
"Milah—"
"No, let me finish." Her tone is sharp, full of fire as she continues. "You swore up and down you could do this. You said 'trust me, sis. I won't let you down, I promise,' so I agreed, even though I knew it wasn't the best decision."
"I know, and I'm sorry, but I can't help the way I feel. Do you really think I wanted this? I mean after everything we've done so far, do you think I wanted to let you down? It hurts like hell knowing I did," Emma admits, her voice cracking with apology. "I really wanna make this up to you, but right now I just need to know you won't go through with this."
Mialah sighs through the phone, and Emma can sense her resolve is weakening. "Fine, I won't. Your feelings are more important than the con."
Emma is flooded with relief, and she takes a deep breath, releasing all of the stress she had felt from thinking about Milah going through with the plan. "Thank you Mi. I really owe you one."
"Big time," Milah agreas with a laugh.
Emma smiles, knowing that everything will be okay. Or at least she hopes. She still has to tell Killian the truth, as much as it will hurt. She cares fo him too much to not tell him. She just hopes she doesn't lose him after she does. "How about I start off with a thank you meal from TooJay's Deli after I get out of work," Emma offers, knowing their corned beef and pastrami sandwich is Milah's favorite.
"I'll take it," Milah accepts rather quickly, her words edged with excitement. "When do you think you'll be home?"
Emma looks at the clock below her dashboard. It normally takes fifteen minutes to get from Marco's to her house, but since she has to stop at the deli first, she knows it will be longer than that. "Well, based on the traffic, I wanna say two, two thirty is that too late?"
"No it's perfect. Can't wait."
Entering the driving range he's grown so familiar with, Killian wipes the sweat from his brow. He's prepared for a morning of practice in the sweltering heat, reflecting on the honeymoon and the wonderful time he'd had with Emma.
Killian knew he'd be taking a risk proposing so soon and getting married not long after, but he doesn't regret any of it. He's incredibly happy, and he never thought he could be—not until Emma had entered his life.
He's looking forward to the future awaiting him and his wife—a future of Emma being by his side, both of them supporting each other in any possible way, a future of loving Emma until his heart no longer beats in his chest. He's also looking forward to telling the whole world he's married to the most beautiful woman on the planet.
"Hook, I should've known you'd be back here practicing for the next game right after your honeymoon."
Regina's playful words surprise him before he can hit the ball in front of him, and he looks over, seeing her striding over to him holding a manilla envelope in her hands. Still gripping onto the club, he greets her with a blushing smile before returning his focus to the range in front of him. "So you've heard?" He swings and hits the ball, letting it cut through the air, and he watches it land before turning around to face Regina once more.
The woman nods, closing the distance between them and standing in front of him. "Did you really think you could hide it from me?"
"And let me guess who told you—Mary Margaret?"
Regina laughs. "Come on Hook, you know she can't keep a secret to save her life."
Killian nods in agreement. He likes to give his agent the benefit of the doubt, but she's been known to let things slip out once in a while when she gets too excited. "So, what can I do you for?"
Her face becomes more serious, concern washing over her features. "Look, Killian, I really wish you would have told me you were getting married to Miss Swan, because then I could've warned you."
"It's Mrs. Swan-Jones now," he corrects, lifting a brow as his smile dims; he suddenly has a bad feeling in the pit of stomach. "Warn me about what?"
Regina sighs and peers down at the folder in her hands. "Well you know whenever I have a bad feeling about something, I can't let it go. I end up turning to Sydney to gather information and ease my mind."
"Regina, who did you spy on?" he demands, growing irritated. He hates when she uses Sydney to do her dirty work. Hell, he hates that she always has to go digging up dirt in the first place. Everyone has a thing or two from the past they want to keep buried, so what gives this woman the right to go and uncover those things and stir up trouble?
"Killian, I don't know how to tell you this. Maybe we should go inside so you can sit down for this?" she suggests, glancing up at him.
"I'm fine right here. Just tell me," he says, agitation lacing his words. He doesn't like to be interrupted during his practice, to be messed with, and Regina has a really bad habit of doing that.
"Alright fine, I'll be up front with you then. Emma Swan is not who you think she is."
Anger bubbles under his skin. This woman had the audacity to go and dig up information on his wife? "Bloody hell, Regina, I don't wanna hear this."
"Oh believe me, you need to know this. The woman is playing you."
Killian's already heard enough. He turns around, sliding his club into his bag. "I don't believe this. I'm finally happy, and you have to go and try to spoil it for me. I'm leaving." He picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
"Wait, please Killian," she begs, and he can sense the concern and urgency in her voice, but he doesn't want to hear about it.
"If you had concerns about her, you should've come talk to me, not go behind my back and—"
"I know, but I didn't. Instead I do what I do best. I panicked and had to find out more information. I'm sorry Killian, but none of that changes the fact that Miss Swan is a gold digger and Miss Byrd is not an interior decorator. Her real name is Milah Raven, and she's going to try and get you to have an affair. It's all part of their scheme. They're only trying to screw you over so they can run off with your money."
"Just stop," he begs sharply. "I've heard enough. How can you just waltz over to me and accuse my wife of such things?"
"Because I care about you. And I can prove to you that Miss Swan and Miss Raven have done this many times before."
He scoffs and looks her dead in the eye as he steps close to her with a threatening glare, speaking in a more quiet volume. "You don't give a bloody damn about me. All you care about is your precious country club. Whatever you think you have on her, I want you to burn, or I will never come back to this place ever again, you got it?" he demands, his eyes clouding with rage.
Regina nods, swallowing thickly. "Got it."
With that, he turns and walks away, angry and irritated and wanting to get into his vehicle and drive away as fast as he possibly can.
Back at home, he can't stop thinking about what Regina has told him. He peers down at his wedding ring, moving it around his finger. Is it possible Emma has been playing him this whole time?
No, it can't be true. His amazing Swan would never do that.
Or would she?
When he'd first met her, she wouldn't even go on a date with him. A month later, she's agreed to marry him? There's falling fast and hard for someone, but this was too fast, wasn't it?
No, he refuses to believe his lovely Swan is anything other than who he knows her to be. Regina has all of her facts wrong.
Killian guzzles down a bottle of water and goes upstairs, charging his phone which is only at five percent. He and Emma had engaged in some incredible morning lovemaking before she'd left, and he'd forgotten his phone battery was almost dead. Once his phone is connected to the charger, he takes a refreshing shower to rid the sweat from his skin after being out in the heat.
As the hot water cascades over him, his wife floods his thoughts, and he looks forward to her coming home in the evening after she's packed some more of her things to bring over. He'd asked if he could help with anything, but she'd refused. Come to think of it, every time he's asked about going over to her house, she always supplies him with an excuse, saying her apartment is messy or that she prefers being at his place. Now Regina has him thinking she's living with this Milah person she had mentioned, but Killian refuses to let her words get inside his head.
After his shower, he goes downstairs, catching the PGA at the Quicken Loans National on the telly when he hears a knock on the door. Turning off the game, he stands from his comfortable spot on the sofa, wondering who could be at the door. He knows it's not Emma because for one, she's at work, and two, he's told her several times she doesn't have to knock when she comes over. They're married now, and she's got a key, so why would she?
He answers the door, seeing Trixy on the doorstep holding up a bottle of champagne. She's also wearing a long sleeved blouse with her skirt, and he can't believe she's not too warm in this heat. It's over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside.
"Howdy!" she greats brightly.
He scratches behind his ear, not recalling ever setting up an appointment with her today. "Oh uh, hi, Trixy. I wasn't expecting you..."
Her mouth falls open a bit, and she lowers the bottle appearing to feel bad about dropping by. "Oh, didn't Emma tell you I was stopping by to show you some samples? She wanted you to decide which design to go with."
Killian shakes his head. "No, she must have forgot."
Trixy makes a gesture with her hand, waving off his words. "Well that's not a problem, I can come back another time. Sorry for botherin' you," she says, her words full of regret as she starts to turn around.
"No, that's okay. Please come in." He steps aside, allowing her to come into his home.
"Thank you, Mr. Jones."
"Please, call me Killian."
Trixy smiles at that. "Alright. Thank you, Killian. And congratulations on getting married. Mrs. Jones told me over the phone. I brought you both a wedding gift." She holds up the bottle of champagne again.
"Thank you, lass, and actually it's Mrs. Swan-Jones, but you can call her Emma."
Trixy flashes a coy grin. "Will do."
Emma arrives at the apartment, carrying a bag of takeout from TooJay's.
"Milah, I brought food!" She sets the bag on the table and heads for her sister's bedroom. "I really want to thank you for being understanding." She reaches Milah's room, opening the door. "I never planned on falling for—" Emma's words die in her throat when she steps inside, finding the room empty. "Milah?"
She leaves the bedroom and searches the rest of the apartment, including the balcony, but Milah's nowhere to be seen. Her features fall, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Where the hell did she go?
Emma came home just after two, like she'd promised.
Maybe Milah went to the gym or to treat herself to a Swedish massage or Sanctuary Jewel facial spa. If so, why the hell didn't Milah invite her to go with?
Emma walks over to the table and opens the bag, deciding she's too hungry to wait for Milah's return. She removes her sandwich and picks up the bag to put Milah's food in the refrigerator, but when she drags it from the table, a piece of paper slides off the surface, falling to the floor. Lifting a brow, Emma kneels down to pick it up and rises, turning the slip of paper over to see what it is.
Her eyes instantly widen, face draining of blood when she reads Milah's writing.
Sorry sis. I have to finish the con. This is for your own good, so don't be mad. You'll thank me later, trust me. You know where to find me.
Love, Mi
"Son of a bitch!"
Killian takes the bottle and makes his way to the kitchen, Trixy following behind him. "So I have to ask, how are you not burning up in long sleeves. I don't care if you used to live in the dessert—it's bloody hot outside," he comments casually as they enter the kitchen.
"Oh well, I put this on before I knew it was so hot," she tells him with a laugh. Trixy starts to unbutton her blouse, but Killian reaches out, placing a hand on her arm to stop her. "Whoa, lass, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm just cooling off a little. I shouldn't have worn long sleeves," she says, unfastening the first few buttons of her blouse. "The air conditioning in here feels nice, but the heat outside had me sweatin' like a pregnant nun in church." With the fourth button undone, Trixy reveals a little too much of her cleavage, so he averts his eyes from her and puts the champagne away. "Anywho," Trixy begins, clearing her throat and getting down to business, "I've brought some sketches of different décor styles for you to look at." Her eyes wander the room, spotting the kitchen table.
"Aye, you can lay them out on the table," Killian says, pointing towards it and they make their way over.
Offering a grin, Trixy takes out the first design from her black leather work bag, placing it on the surface. She sweeps her dark hair to one side, leaning over the table.
Killian is only interested in the work she is doing, but he can't help but notice her cleavage is being presented to him, and he starts to think about what Regina had said to him. He wonders if maybe she was right and if this is all a part of Emma's and Milah's ploy.
Is this woman's name actually Milah?
No, he refuses to believe that. He refuses to believe his beautiful Swan would lie to him.
"This one is a contemporary style." The sketch is for the main room as she describes the features. "It gives the room more of a family feel, but it's still simple and opens up the space without having too much of it." The room is full of neutral colors, ranging from beige to brown, a wooden floor and a large area rug and sofa pillows with curvy lines and shapes.
"Dammit!"
Emma hangs up the phone after her third attempt at calling Killian. She throws her phone in the passenger seat with a huff, wondering why he's not answering.
Keeping her eyes on the road, she's seeing red as she drives faster than she has ever driven in her entire life. She's so stricken with fear and anger her knuckles are turning white as she grips the steering wheel. She shouldn't be worried. She knows Killian won't cheat on her; she has faith. She's more angry at Milah than she's afraid of Killian having an affair.
Emma waits at another goddamn red light, her patience wearing extremely thin. She's still clutching to the steering wheel like it's a lifesource, hoping she can make it before Milah tries anything.
How can her own fucking sister do this to her?!"
Looking at the clock, she tries to steady her breathing, knowing she should be at Killian's in ten minutes.
The light turns green and Emma presses on the gas pedal, peeling out so fast she's sure to be there much sooner.
Trixy takes out the second design, placing it next to the other one. "This next one I think will fit the home you've invested here by the ocean, but it doesn't have as much of a family feel. It's more of a coastal style or what we also refer to as the Hampton's style." The sample is also for the living room and includes blacks and whites paired with blues and greens. The furnishings include a sleek, black and white sectional sofa, a simple, black coffee table and fireplace with a dark green rug, and blue and white striped patterns for pillows. "The room contains elements of wood, and the accessories are inspired by the sea to create a relaxed, comfortable environment for your family. So what are your thoughts?" Her words pull his eyes up from the samples and he looks up to see her smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye.
"Hmm." Killian nods, scanning the designs, and running a hand along his stubbled jaw. "They're both brilliant, and I think each of the designs are stunning in their own way. I do like the idea of the family design, although I'm leaning more towards the coastal design for obvious reasons," he chuckles. "But I want to go with what fits more with my wife's style."
Trixy nods in understanding, pursing her lips in thought. "You really love her don't you?"
"Of course I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't have married her."
"Of course." She stares into his eyes, speaking softly. "It's really a shame though."
"Why do you say that?" He swallows thickly, praying to the gods above that Regina was not right.
"Because another great guy is off the market. Emma's a very lucky gal to have snagged a man like you, Mr. Jones," she says sincerely, reaching out to place a hand on his arm.
He looks down at the gesture and lifts a brow, unsure of how to respond to that.
Trixy's eyes widen when she realizes what she's done, and she quickly removes her hand. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Jones, I didn't mean to—"
"It's alright, lass," he assures, seeing the red in her cheeks; he knows the gesture was unintentional and that she's embarrassed about it. "And I told you, it's Killian."
"I'm sorry," she repeats sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and biting her bottom lip, looking away. "Anyway, I agree with your choice, and yes, you also have to be considerate of what Emma will like, too. This shall be a couple's decision, so I'll tell you what, even though Emma trusts your judgment, I think I should come back when both of ya'll are here to decide together."
She leans over the table and picks up her samples a little too quickly. When she spins around, the sketches fall from her hands, one sliding away from her. "Oh mah, I'm such a clodhopper!" She bends over, trying to kneel down to pick up the one within her reach, but her skirt is too tight and she ends up falling to her hands and knees to gather up the sample. If he were any less of a gentleman he probably would've looked as the fabric rode up her arse, but he is only interested in his wife.
"It's not a problem, Trixy." He bends down to help her pick up the other sketch as she apologizes profusely.
"Oh lordy," she grumbles as he rises and returns to her, extending his hand. She takes it, using him as an anchor to stand up. "Thank you so much, Killian."
"It's not a problem," he assures, noticing she's still clutching onto his hand.
"You're a lifesaver." Her eyes meet his and he can hear the hitch in her breath. This whole time he's tried to convince himself that her touches were accidental. Now he's starting to see that everything she has done since she's arrived, and even during their first meeting when she'd tried to rub his crotch, has been intentional. "Well, I should get goin' now."
Killian peels his eyes away and peers down at their joined hands. She takes the hint and starts to release her grip, but when she does, he can't help but notice the sleeve of her blouse slipping past her wrist, part of a tattoo peeking out. He tugs the cuff away from her wrist to get a better look.
It's just as he suspects—a raven tattoo.
"Killian!" he hears Emma call from the front door, but before he can process what is actually happening, Trixy is launching herself at him and smashing her lips into his.
He quickly pushes Trix—Milah (or whoever the bloody hell she really is) away from him, anger burning inside of him as he rips himself from the thralls of her arms.
"How could you do this to me?!"
He turns his head to catch Emma witnessing the entire scene, complete devastation in her features.
"Oh Mrs. Jones, I'm so sorry," Milah says in her fake Texan drawl.
Killian tightens his jaw, eyes fleeting between these two vixens who have set him up. He is heated. "Oh please, spare me the act. I know this is all part your scheme," he snaps at both of them.
"I wasn't talking to you," Emma says to him and steps up to the other woman. "I told you the con was over, but you didn't listen to me!" she hollers at the brunette, a ferocious storm brewing in her emerald depths. "I trusted you!"
Killian is completely baffled as he glances between them. Why is Emma angry at Milah if this was all a set up?
"And I trusted you to make this work, but you failed!" Milah shouts back at her, just as furious and no longer using the fake accent.
"I told you I can't help how I feel, but you put the con before your own sister! You're nothing but a selfish—"
"Excuse me," he cuts her off briskly. "I don't mean to interrupt this sisterly squabble, but what the devil is going on?!" he demands, breaking up their feud.
Emma looks at him, regret and tears swarming her eyes. "I'm sorry, Killian. I wanted to stop it, but she went behind my back." Emma points at her sister accusingly, and she's about to say something else, but her eyes blow wide in realization, and she glances back at Killian. "Wait, how did you know?"
"Regina told me," he snarls and sets his death glare on the brunette.
Emma closes her eyes, breathing out, "Regina," through clenched teeth.
"And I didn't want to believe her, but she said your name was Milah Raven, then I saw that the tattoo on your wrist is a raven, and it's on the same spot where Emma has a tattoo of a swan. Plus, you tried to kiss me when Emma bursted inside, so it wasn't difficult to put the bloody pieces together," he mutters spitefully.
"Killian, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to go through with it, but Milah wouldn't listen." Emma tries to approach him and touch his shoulder, but he backs away. "Killian, you have to believe me."
That's when he explodes with the rage he feels inside. "You lied to me and tricked me into marrying you! Why the fuck would I believe you?!'
"Because my feelings for you are real!" she tries to reassure him in a pleading voice, her words cracking as tears slide down her cheeks.
He looks at her with a steely glare. "I don't even know who you are."
"Yes, you do, Killian! My name is Emma Swan, I used to be an orphan like you and I work at Marco's Italian Tuxedos. I've been more real with you than any other man I've ever met!"
"No, to me you're nothing but a gold-diggin' charlatan."
She swallows audibly, her lips trembling and another tear escaping her eyes. "Not anymore," she vows, but Killian can't listen to another word.
His heart is shattered into a million pieces, anger and rage replacing the love he'd held for her. She is not the beautiful Swan he thought he knew. "I want you both out of my home," he speaks quietly, but his words are just as deadly.
Milah doesn't hesitate, and grabs her bag, storming out quietly, but Emma stays, trying to convince him she actually loves him.
"Killian, please, I'm so sorry." More tears are streaming down her face, and he can't help but still see her as his wife who's in pain, but he has to stay strong.
"I said leave," he tells her again, pointing towards the door, as much as it hurts. "I don't ever want to see you again."
"But we're married," she chokes out, the fear of losing him evident in her voice, but he couldn't care less. She's hurt him badly and he can't find it within him to have sympathy for her.
Killian's eyes darken as he stares into hers, wondering how she could do this to him? How could someone be so cruel? "Our wedding was a sham," Killian states, his words heavy with the hurt and pain he feels. He storms past her, rushing to the front door and yanking it open, his voice growing louder and harsher as she follows behind him. "Now get the fuck out!"
His booming voice makes her jump, but she complies, her head down as she makes her way towards the entrance, sniffling and wiping her tears. She digs into her purse and grabs her keys, taking off the one for the cabin and holds it up for him. He snatches it from her grasp as she looks up at him one last time before she goes. "I'm truly sorry, Killian," she whispers softly.
"You can get your belongings later when I'm not here," he says flatly. "I'll have someone here to let you in. But don't be surprised if your things are floating in the ocean when you come back."
Emma simply nods and proceeds sluggishly out onto the porch. She walks down the steps and heads towards her car, looking back at him once more, eyes red and puffy and cheeks stained with tears. She enters her car as he steps inside, flinging the door shut, his heart aching and his breathing crippled, emotions washing over him like a tidal wave.
He can't believe in one day his world has completely crumbled apart between his fingertips. He can't believe the love of his life was never really his love at all. The entire thing was a bloody joke. He feels like such a bloody fool; he should've just listened to Regina. He should've never rolled the dice on Emma.
He should've never followed his heart in the first place.