"How long do you think we're gonna have to keep doing this?" Punk asked, holding AJ in his arms later that night. He was so glad she had agreed to come with him to Chicago over the weekend. It sure bet having to sneak around from house to house like they did here. Over in Chicago, he could actually take her out. He knew what they were doing was completely inappropriate. He knew that the entire time she was with him, but he cared about her, and she cared about him. He sometimes still couldn't believe it. How this woman, this amazing woman, had just showed up in his life. He never thought someone could make him so happy.

"C'mon..." AJ whispered, curled into his chest in the dimly lit room, "You know I hate it when you ask stuff like that." She said whilst running her fingertips over his chest.

"What is it you're afraid of?" He asked. Of course he could tell her it was going to be easy, but he didn't know how it felt for her to turn to her husband and tell him she'd been cheating on him.

"He has a bad temper. I mean… he barely lets guys look at me when we're out. I just… I'm afraid that he'll hurt me, or he'll hurt you." She sighed.

"Well neither is going to happen. I won't let him hurt you, and if he has a problem with me he can come find me." Punk said.

"Do you really think this is right?" She asked him. She sometimes couldn't believe it either that they had really hit things off so quickly. As soon as she laid eyes on him, as soon as he kissed her, she knew there was something between them. And now here they were, stuck in a secluded situation. She knew they would eventually work past it, but for now, she just needed time, to think everything over. She assumed the sudden realisation that her husband of two years wasn't really the man she loved had left her in some sort of shock.

"Yeah." Punk nodded, "Nothing has ever felt more right." He said as she nodded in agreement.

"It's just so strange." She said, "How I was so sure I was happy before you came along. I thought I had it all." She laughed at how blind she was.

He'd said it before, and he'd say it again, the only reason she had this idea in her head that Jamie was the one, the man she loved, her soul mate, was because she had been with him since she was practically a kid. She'd not had a chance to go out into the world, and experience it, let other people take care of her. He was just glad he moved to New Jersey now. She gave him a reason to smile every morning. He'd never felt this way before. It was like magic.

"You don't have it all with him." He told her as she looked up at him, cupping his cheek as she smiled his way.

"I know." She nodded, "I have it all with you." She admitted. She did. She was on cloud nine with Punk. There wasn't a moment gone by with him where she wished him away. He was like a breath of fresh of air. And she was sure she loved him. She had never been more sure.

"I love you, April." He shook his head at his own words whilst looking down at her. He couldn't believe a girl who he'd known for just over a few months, could make such an impact in his life. He guessed there wasn't a stronger love out there than theirs. He'd never fell in love, because he'd never felt this way before. She meant the world to him.

But a part of him still felt like a scared little boy who didn't want to be committed. It was why he was so careless with women in the past. Not just because he'd never found a girl right for him, but because he was always scared of keeping that girl safe and making sure he was up to whatever standards she needed.

Hearing him say those three words meant the world to her. The words echoed in her ears whilst her stomach done flips. Was this how it was meant to feel when someone told you they loved you? Because she'd never felt so at peace and loved. He was all she wanted.

"I love you too." She smiled, pressing a kiss on his lips as he held her waist tightly, rolling on his back and taking her with him as she lay atop of him, straddling his hips. This was love. This was what she had been after and was too blinded and drugged up on Jamie to sense it.

She crept home around 6am, walking into the living room where she seen a light shine from the kitchen. She was tired from being up all night with Punk. She'd only left his side when he had fallen asleep.

She went to turn the kitchen light off, assuming she had forgotten to shut it off when she walked into the light, jumping when she seen Jamie sitting over at the table, turning to face her when she entered.

"Jamie… what are you..." She looked at the clock.

"We had a power cut at work. They sent us all home." Jamie told her, folding up the paper he was reading, standing up and walking over to her, "Disappointed to see me?" He asked.

"No… No, I just… got a fright." She admitted, her heart racing rapidly at the thought of him knowing she wasn't in the house.

"Bit early for you to be out." He folded his arms, "And I know the gym doesn't open until seven during weekdays." He said, "Where were you, April?" He asked her suspiciously.

"I was..." She racked her brain quickly to think of a reasonable excuse, "I was with Sasha and Paige." She told him as he raised his eyebrows.

"All before 6am?" He asked, unconvinced.

"Yeah." AJ nodded, walking by him to look in the fridge, trying to avoid eye contact the best she could, "Sasha needed help picking new wallpaper for her new house. It was an emergency. You know what she's like, and I wasn't sleeping. You know how I get when you aren't here." She said, whilst taking out the orange juice and a glass, pouring the smooth juice into the glass whilst feeling Jamie creep behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

Whenever Jamie came onto her these days, she done her best to push him away, but that would just stick her right in it. She had to carry on like normal, and she knew Punk understood that. Now that she compared him with Phil, she couldn't believe how boring their sex life really had been. She thought they had it great, until she had let Phil take care of her.

"C'mon, babe. I need to get ready for work." She told him, sitting the juice down, feeling him dip his hands into her jeans and panties from behind, causing her body to go stiff with rejection. She always felt like she was betraying Phil, even though he understood. She hated the feeling of Jamie all over, especially when she had just come from Punks bed.

"You have time." He whispered, circling her clit with his fingers as she tried to relax, pressing her back in against his chest as he buried his face into her neck, going to kiss her whilst keeping his hand inside her panties, pausing his movement as a wave of cologne hit him, and not his.

"W-What?" AJ said at his sudden pausing.

"Why do you smell of men's cologne?" He spun her around, tightly grabbing her shoulders as she looked up at him.

"Sasha's brother was there. He was boxing up a lot of her things. He gave me a hug when I left." She quickly stated as he looked into her eyes, "C'mon, baby. Where… where is your head at? I wouldn't do that to you." She said, mentally kicking herself for saying such words that she knew she couldn't come back from.

"You're right." He apologised, taking his hands from her shoulders, "I'm sorry." He shook his head, apologising for thinking such a think. He knew she wouldn't dare be with another man. She'd have to be a fool to do that.

AJ hated this. She wasn't sure if she could really keep this up. It was harder than Punk thought it was for her to continue hurting her husband. Just because she realised that she didn't really love him, didn't mean she didn't care about him. She didn't know what to do anymore. She felt like she was losing her mind.

"You should go get ready for work." He told her, stroking her cheek softly as she looked up at him with so much guilt. She couldn't keep this up. What was she thinking? What was she even doing?

The next day, AJ had escaped from the school on her lunch break and made her way to the police station where she knew Punk was working. She took many deep breaths before going in, asking to be shown to his office where she knocked lightly and walked on in, looking at him writing down things as he sat at his desk. She'd practically cried the full car journey here, because of this…

"Hey." He smiled, "You ok? Shouldn't you be working?" He asked her, neglecting his work and standing up to greet her as she stepped back a little to refuse his arms.

"I'm on my break." She told him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking down at her, so much sadness, the same sadness he thought he had gotten rid of when they began this secret journey.

"I can't do this anymore, Phil." She shook her head, "I can't keep going to and from you and Jamie. He… he caught me out last night, coming home from being at yours. You should have seen him… I was terrified..."

"Did he hurt you?" Punk asked immediately.

"No." She assured him, "But only because I made up some excuse." She said, "I can't keep hurting him, and I can't keep expecting you to be patient with me." She said. She hated this. She hated what mess she had got into. She'd developed feelings, strong strong feelings for a man who she loved, and wanted to be with, but just couldn't from so much fear and guilt.

"I can be patient." He said.

He wasn't going to settle for her ending things with him. He wasn't losing her. She was vunerable to the world, and he knew it. He had to protect her. He had to have her. Even if it was for a few hours at night. He wasn't letting her get out of this.

"No… I don't want you to be." She told him, "I wish… I wish you never came here. I was fine before you came. I was happy."

"No you weren't." He said.

"I was!" She yelled at him, "I had no idea how much I was missing out on in a relationship, and now that you've shown me, I'm going to have to live with that now, I'm going to have to live knowing I'm unhappy." She said, "I can't keep hurting my husband, Phil." She told him seriously.

"You can be happy, April. Me and you. We can be happy." He promised her.

"I know we can. I believe you, and I care about you. But I care about my husband, and I can't… I can't keep hurting him when he thinks so highly of me." She shook her head.

He understood that she was scared, it was the first time Jamie had questioned her since they had began sleeping with one another, but he wished she wasn't saying all this. He didn't want things to end with them. Not now that he'd had a taste of her.

"He doesn't deserve you."

"And I don't deserve you." She replied, "You don't deserve all of this." She shook her head.

"I don't know what I deserve, but I know what I want, and I want you." He told her as she sighed, a tear rolling down her cheek as she shook her head.

"No… you don't. I'm a horrible, horrible woman." She cried.

"Is that what he tells you?" He asked.

"No, he wouldn't ever say that to me." She admitted, "I can't… I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." She dried her tears, watching him stand lifelessly facing her.

"You really want to stay with him? Knowing how happy you could be next door with me?" He asked her. He was hurt, to say the least. How could she just walk away from something he knew she was so in love with.

"I have no choice." She said, "I should have never came to you that night. I was feeling vulnerable and upset."

"So what? You're just going to forget I exist? Move on and forget about me, forget about what we had? You know it, and I know, what we had, what we have is special." He told her.

"I know it is special. I love you. I'm going to die everyday that I'm not with you, but I can't keep doing this. It's not fair on Jamie. He's never done anything to purposely hurt me. He loves me."

"You don't love him."

"I've been with him for ten years. I can't tell him that now."

"Oh, so that is your conclusion?" He asked, "You've been with him for too long, so you'll just stick with him?" He spat.

"You just don't understand." She shook her head, "I just… I just can't do it."

"Dean was right about you." He said quietly to himself, looking up at her, "I don't need you anyway." He spat, "Just get out of my office." He spat with disgust. How dare she come to him, and end things with him? If anything, he deserved the right to end it with her. Was this her plan all along? To just use him and then go back to her husband when he started suspecting things. He was done with her. He couldn't stop loving her, and he hated himself for it now.

"Phil, I'm sorry." She cried. She didn't want to do this. She just, couldn't keep him waiting, all the while hurting Jamie. She had to stop it all, before someone got really hurt.

"Just get out." He turned his back, not even being able to look at her.

She watched him as he refused to face her. She never wanted to hurt him. She just thought things would be better if everything just came to an end. The sleeping together, the promises, the I love you's. She didn't want to live on false hope that one day they would live happily ever after, the way she had promised Jamie. She thought she was doing the right thing. Not for her, but for her husband. If she was doing the right thing for her, she'd be with Phil, every day, all day. She hoped he'd never forget how much she loved him. How much she always would. What they had was one of a kind. They both knew it.

"I'm sorry, Phil." She cried. A dozen sorry's couldn't do it.

"Get out, April!" He yelled forcefully, not wanting to hear her or look at her anymore. He was done with her. This was exactly why he treated women the way he did.

And with that, AJ turned around, leaving the office and closing the door behind her as Punk turned around, running his hands through his hair with a deep sigh, kicking his desk viscously and cursing under his breath. If only he had left her alone. If he only he had pushed her away and told her she had a husband to go home to, instead of letting her in and falling for her, the way she had fell for him. Now they had to live with what they done, and the love they shared, apart.

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