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A/N: So a few of your think I lied and made this a cheating story. He hasn't cheated, he thought about it... There is a difference. Some of you seem to have forgotten that this isn't the Christian that was created in the last two stories – he's cold, real heartless and thinks he doesn't love Ana. He has no conscience where she is involved. So for the lovely guest reviewer who called my story sick and like all the other cheating stories, it isn't. He didn't have sex with Leila, didn't even kiss her. And Ana didn't stand by and watch; she killed the moment and fought back. If you don't want to read that is your opinion but, I won't let you make me feel bad for my story.

Off my soap box! Right to those who are still willing to stick with this story read on and enjoy!

And for those who expressed ideas, I love them but, for what's in my plan it doesn't quite fit! Thank you anyway, you are amazing!

Fifty Degrees of Love Chapter Twelve


Christian couldn't mistake the sob that Ana tried to hide and he saw the look Sawyer gave him when he said the building was secure and went to the office to continue his surveillance. It was like he was condemned man.

Walking into the living room, he found the room illuminated with the glaring brightness of television and when he actually looked before attempting to switch it off, he found it paused onto a scene of him and Ana. She was smiling with such happiness, and he was looking at her, like he had staked claim of the most precious jewel in the world.

Christian finally saw himself for what everyone else did – The good guy. He could see clearly now how much he loved Ana just by the fact that their gazes met and his hand was to her face in a delicate touch. Pushing play, he watched himself lean in and kiss her before he reached to her ear and clearly whispered something as Ana released a giggle. The noise of it hit him hard and it sounded familiar as it bounced around his head. It wasn't a noise he could claim he heard since being released from the hospital and he had to admit, he had never see Ana this happy.

All he had seen was her putting on a brave face and claiming to be okay. Right now, he could see how far from okay she had been in the last week or so.

He had to find her, he had to apologise. He had to do something to help him. He had no idea where she had gone but, he needed to clear his mind and so he took to the roof. A place he liked to come many times after tough deals or bad nightmares. Lately, he had been here most nights seeing as the nightmares seem to be more vivid.

With a clear head he could start to make Ana see that although he wasn't the man she loved, he was still polite. As much as he wanted her out, he never realised how his actions had consequences that would hurt Ana.

Climbing the steps, he came out to the open and saw that the rooftop was changed. It had seating now, and the presence of life up here. He turned to go over to view the whole of Seattle when he heard the sobbing and Christian stopped mid step as he saw her sitting out here. "I didn't know you were up here."

Ana quickly wiped her face and unfolded her legs down from her chest and stood up, "It doesn't matter. I was just going in," She lied and began to go towards the door. She didn't want to go in, she wanted to stay here and live in the love of the memories she had but, she also didn't want to stand in the same place as Christian.

With other intentions, Christian reached for her hand and as his palm caught hers he felt something buzz through his fingertips. The feeling of electricity struck him and he was compelled to keep her with him for some strange reason.

"You really loved him didn't you?" He asked, and he felt a pang of pain at the idea of Ana loving another him but, not him. This woman was actually more beguiling than he had ever thought, she was captivating and full of strength and love and she was deserving of so much.

"Him?" Ana asked as she turned to face him and ripped her hand from his unable to feel touch, "I didn't really love him, I really love you." She watched Christian shake his head at her and she loathed her eyes for beginning to sting with tears, and she released an ironic laugh, "I met you when you were like this. This cold, heartless CEO who loved to submit brunettes to rounds of sexual torment but, I wanted more and so did you. You fell in love with the first time you saw me and that isn't me putting words in your mouth, Christian. Those are words you told me."

"I wish I remembered that," Christian apologised to her.

Ana rolled her eyes when the tears became heavier and heavier, "I wish you did to. Believe me, I wish you remembered them. Hell, I wish you remember one piece of your life with me." She took a breath and began to hug herself, as if that would give her some sort of strength and defence, "The Christian I knew would never have done a thing like you just did. I don't even think the man I embarrassed myself in front of on our first meeting would have been that callous and evil."

Christian hated that now he had a wife who deemed him evil. She had been his biggest advocate and now she hated him, loathed him, found the evil in him and he snapped under the assumption everyone had of him. "You can't expect me to be the same Christian you know! I'm not him, I can't be him! I cannot make myself be someone I am not so stop expecting me to be!"

"I don't expect anything!" Ana erupted as she stood up, "As much as I want my husband back to hold me when I can't sleep or tell me that the stress of owning my own business will pass or as much as I want my husband to fucking seduce me during the middle of a family meal, I know you won't do that!" She threw her hands up the air in despair and then placed her hands on her head, "You don't light up anymore like you used to do when you see me, fuck you turned all of our photos so they were face down. Am I really that repulsive?" She asked him and, honestly, she dreaded the answer. "Do you hate me that much?"

"No," Christian moaned that word and ran his hands through his hair before giving up. "But you have to realise I am not your husband."

"I know that," Ana admonished in a shaky voice, admitting to herself more than her husband was long gone. "You aren't my husband, I know that. God, do I but, I'm a hopeless dreamer and I won't ever stop believing that our love will bring us together again. It did before I don't see why it won't again!" Ana then closed the distance between them, so much so the tips of her toes were hitting Christian's. "You may have changed, Christian," She said and shakily began to raise her palm up between them, "But your heart never changed," Ana said and for the first time in what felt like an eternity she rested her hand to his broad chest and thought a turning point came as he left her hand there. There was a rush of energy that coursed from her to him. A force from something so much more than them and Ana smiled for the first time in ages at feeling her husband close. Feeling the heat from his chest mask her palm she could feel his beating heart and she felt like the heartless man before her was her husband. He was the one man that could turn her on with the blink of an eye, who lavished her body with love and her life with gifts and the man who loved her with his entire being. For a moment, she believed nothing was wrong.

Christian looked down and suddenly his breathing changed. He began to pant and heave and he slapped her hand away. "Don't ever touch me again!" His literally spat those words at her, "If you're my wife you know I don't like being touch by that."

"I am your wife and I know I'm the only one that is allowed to touch you!" She shouted back, not letting him turn into the beast all over again. "You gave me that right!"

Christian made the gap between them wider. "Well don't you dare even think about touching me or I will have you tied up so fast you would beg you had never been born," He almost snarled his words at her and watched her not even flinch to him. Either he was losing his touch or he had gravely underestimated the woman he had married.

When she took a moment to meet his gaze, he knew it was the latter.

Releasing an ironic laugh, Ana knew this was always going to be a case of one step forward, fifty steps back. "Fine," She huffed at him, "If that's how it's going to be then we can both play at this." Ana felt like she was dangerously playing Russian roulette. All she needed was the gun to go off. "You can think again if I'm going to anything to make you feel better anymore," Ana told him, her tone short and snappy. "I'm moving back into our bedroom and if you don't like it then you can fuck off to the guest room. If you care so little for me then I won't care in the slightest about you either."

"Fine by me," Christian tried her, playing along with her words. He was seeing her giving up this life with him and he was hoping she would call the shots and break it off. There was one issue with that claim, he had no idea the type of character Ana really was. He had seen her at her fiercest, at her saddest, at her most lost but, he had also seen her redeem herself and he couldn't peg her as weak right now. He just hoped his attitude would wear thin on her and she would cave.

However, Ana gave a smile that even put the fear of Christ through him. He had never seen this on someone else but himself and he never imagined a woman he married could be his double. Ana hadn't lied when she made that claim. She was her own fifty shades and her heart was clearly worth it.

"And if you want to divorce me?" She asked him, "Do it but, it'll be you crying when you realise we have no pre-nup because you wanted us to be equals. Divorce me and take my villas and my home but, remember I can get half of your company and half of what's yours." She saw the panic ignite across Christian's face and she laughed, "If you had looked harder you would have known our marriage agreement. We only had one and that was to be in it together until the end." Ana felt powerful at having Christian unable to speak before her, "I can't believe I ever imagined that you would love me regardless of what life threw at us," Ana told him, her eyes watering so much the tears just released down her cheeks. "And do you know what hurt the most?"

"What?" He gasped at the only word that seemed to feel right. He couldn't believe what he was seeing or hearing. He had seen her give feistiness to make him realise her claims were more than just words but now after delivering blow after blow, she was out for his blood.

"I knew you stopped loving me the moment you looked at me in that hospital but, I just couldn't believe that we were over. I couldn't look at it for what we were made into," Ana then put distance between them, not begging her tears to hold back, she was heartbroken. There was nothing that could stop that, "And the sad truth here is that I still can't stop loving you."

With that said, Ana left the roof top haven and went back to the penthouse ready to put her photos back up, her clothes back away and climb into her marital bed.

Christian felt like a part of him was thrown from the building top and he couldn't help but felt like the poorest man around. "Then don't," he whispered out behind her. Now Ana was laying down the law he found himself consumed by her and he had no idea what to do with the feelings rivalling in him.

Christian's yearly liturgy of being loved had happened and now, because of who he had become, he was losing it all.