Ch. 14
3rd person P.O.V.
Sherlock could not believe his eyes. He stood in front of the window of a fancy French café. Sitting inside the café was none other than Mycroft. With Morganna. He almost convinced himself that it was innocent, when Mycroft took her hand and began to fondle it. After a few second, he raised it to his lips and kissed it.
He hailed a cab and shut himself in his room. He smoked for several hours, consuming a record amount of tobacco in a very short amount of time. He could not believe that Mycroft would betray him in such a way… and Morganna… she had seemed so sincere… so perfect. He remembered what he had said about women to Watson countless times, that they are untrustworthy. Now he had become further proof to his rule.
There was the sound of the doorbell and steps on the stairs. He could tell by the very sound of the treads that it was none other than Morganna. He threw his pipe against the wall and it clattered to the floor. He rushed to pick it up before it started a fire.
She knocked.
"Come in." He was shocked at how civil he sounded.
"Sherlock…? What's the matter?" Morganna rushed over to him.
"Don't touch me!" He threw her hand off his shoulder.
"But I-"
"Little girl, you may have thought that I wouldn't notice, but I'm not an idiot. Tell me, just how long have you had such a relationship with Mycroft."
She cocked her head to the side in confusion. "For several years… But I don't see why you're-"
"Several years! So this whole time you've known me you were betraying me, with my own brother of all people!?!"
"But I don't see how-" Her confusion disappeared and her eyes went cold. She stood up to her full height, which was less than an inch shorter than Sherlock's, normally, but in her shoes, she was slightly taller. "So, you think I'd do something like THAT with him?!? We're friends. Nothing more. It was even he that recommended I ask for your help in that case that brought us together!"
"I must remember to thank him for sending me his mistress." She slapped him so hard the echo was like thunder.
She stood there, with her hands balled into fists, fuming at him. "How DARE you accuse me of such a thing."
"Just get out." He raised a hand to his cheek. It really hurt… "And don't ever even think of coming back. There's no way I'd marry a whore like you!" He turned so his back was to her, so she could not see him wince at the pain.
"Yes." Her voice was little more than a hiss. "It is rather difficult to have a marriage without trust, isn't it?" There was a pause followed by a soft tap. Sherlock turned to see her place her ring on the dressing table. "Just… don't ever make he mistake of thinking that I ever loved you. I simply thought you were good breeding material." With those last words, she left.