A/N: Okay, I got a lot of reviews asking about what happened with between Caroline and Stefan, and why she is no longer in the picture. This chapter is strictly Caroline and Stefan, written from Stefan's point of view. I hope this helps everyone out! Also, please remember that this is a rated M Fan fiction, and there will be language and sexual talk.

Sitting at my desk and studying was the last thing I wanted to be doing on a Friday night, Christmas eve at that. Sadly, I had to study. I had a final coming up after the new year began, and I couldn't afford to fail it, not if I wanted to get Damon and Elena the gift I planned on getting for their children, or if I wanted to Caroline the gift I planned on getting her for her birthday. Sighing, I take another long drink of my Monster, rubbing my eyes. Everyone I knew was either out partying it up, or with their families for Christmas vacation, and I was stuck at my house, nose in a book trying to master calculus. My wife is out, partying with her friends. When I got home tonight, she had left me a note saying that my dinner was in the microwave and that she wouldn't be back until later tonight. This was becoming a normal thing over these last two weeks. Ever since she got attacked and found out Elena was pregnant with twins, she hasn't been around much. She hasn't even called to talk to Elena lately, which was odd, because she usually called or texted Elena at least once a day. When Elena calls me, looking for Caroline, it pains me to have to tell Elena that her best friend is out partying.

I push my chair back away from my desk, going out of my office and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a snack. I had left my phone on the charger on the counter, and after grabbing a bottle of water and an apple, I grab my phone, unlocking it. I have a missed call and two texts messages from my friend and class mate, Matt Donovan. I open Matt's text, reading the first one.

Stefan, man... this isn't right... I can't... Just watch the

video... This can't be right... I hope it's not her...

I take a bite into my apple and open the video, almost chocking on my apple at what I see. I can't believe what I see, what I read. This, this couldn't be the same girl I married two months ago, this couldn't be my Caroline. I stare at the video Matt sent me. There she was, giving some other guy a lap dance; no shirt, skirt up around her hips, and drunk off her ass. I look at her left hand, and my heart breaks a little more. She wasn't wearing her engagement or wedding bands, and she was now giving him a blow job. I watch the video over again, feeling my heart shatter into a million pieces. This, this couldn't be. I throw the apple I had planned on eating into the trash, losing my appetite. Cursing, I call Caroline. Her phone goes right to her voice mail, so I leave her a message.

"Car, it's Stefan. Please, call me when you get this message. It's important."

I hang my phone up, my eyes beginning to burn. There was no way I was going to get back to studying, not now. I text Matt, my hands shaking and my vision blurring.

It's her... Fuck...

Locking my phone, I turn and walk into the living room, sinking down onto the couch. I stare at the photo of Caroline and I on our wedding day that sat on our coffee table, and the tears I tried to hold back flow. Sobs wrack my body as realization sets in. I didn't want to believe this was happening, but the signs were so clear now. She was always out late, she came home drunk every night she didn't work, she wasn't intimate with me... God how had I been so blind to all of it? Was I really that vain that I didn't see what was happening right in front of me. I look at the clock on my phone It was well past midnight, now officially Christmas Day. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I sit in the all but dark living room, the only light in the room being the small lamp on my end table. Crossing my arms, I wait in silence for Caroline to come home. She comes in around two in the morning, trying to quietly sneak in the house through the back door that lead into the kitchen. I get up and go into the kitchen, standing in the doorway, silently hitting the voice recorder on my phone and locking the screen to catch what she says on it.

"So, I take it you had a good night out?" I ask Caroline, my voice flat. I was trying to hide the rage and rejection I felt, and seemed to be doing a fairly good job at it.

Caroline jumps, dropping her shoes as she turns to face me, looking startled. She grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, drinking some before answering me.

"Yeah, I went out with the girls from work. We hit a club and drank. I'm sorry I'm so late, we lost track of time, and then had to find someone who was sober enough to drive us all home." Caroline replies, picking her shoes up and staggering over to me.

She leans in for a kiss and I turn my face away, the smell of alcohol making me sick. Caroline cocks her head to the side, looking at me. "Is something wrong?"

I sigh deeply, pulling my phone out. I unlock my phone and open Matt's video, holding it up so she could see it as it plays.

"Care to explain this?" I ask, the anger I felt starting to come through.

Caroline pales as she watches the video. When it finishes, I shove my phone in my pocket, crossing my arms as I give her a stern look. "Well?"

"Stefan, I... I can explain.."She stammers, looking flustered.

"Then explain Caroline. Explain to me why you were giving some random guy a fucking lap dance with your top off. Or were you so drunk that you didn't give a shit?" I growl, shoving my phone into her face as the video plays, showing her giving the guy a blow job now.

Caroline drops her shoes to the ground, tears starting to roll down her face.

"H-how did you get that video?" She asks, seeming to sober up even as her voice slurs.

I slam my phone against the counter, my anger finally bubbling over. "My friend Matt sent it to me. He was at the club, and when he saw what you were doing, he sent me the video." I turn away from Caroline, feeling sick. "Why, after all I have done for you, why would you go and do this to me? To us? Answer me that!"

"BECAUSE YOU MADE ME!" Caroline screams. Stomping her foot. "You are always at school and always studying, you never spend any time with me anymore. When I wanna cuddle up and make love, you always complain and say you're too tired or you cant because you have to study for your test the next day,. Ever since you decided to go back to to school so you could work for your brother it's been the same thing over and over again!"

"Don't go blaming this on me Caroline!" I all but snarl, turning to face her, my hands balled at my sides. "I've tried countless times to get you to go out to dinner with me, to stay in and watch a movie with me, or even to stay home and cuddle with me, but every night you go out with your friends, getting drunk, coming back drunk, reeking of booze, pot, and and god knows what else! You've taken what we had, a beautiful marriage, and thrown it in the trash! How many times have you done it? How many times have you fucked another guy just because you were drunk and you knew you could get away with it? How often did you suck some guys cock at the bar while I was visiting with my brother, with my parents, all because you were too fucked up to think how your husband would feel? I want the truth, not some fucked up lie that you've probably6 had planned since this all started. I WANT THE TRUTH!"

"Oh, you don't even want to know Stefan. You don't want to know all the times I've fucked strangers in our bed, in our shower, in our pool, all while you were at school, or with your stupid brother and my pregnant best friend. But since you're asking for the truth, I'll give it too you. There have been more guys then I can count, hell there have even been girls that I've fucked, and they were all better then you ever were in bed. The only reason I even married you was to get to your money, to get you to want to spend every cent you had on me. You, Stefan Salvatore, are a fucking joke." Caroline tells me, laughing as she says everything. "You can't even get me off anymore. I fake everything with you."

I look at Caroline, stunned at what she just admitted to me. I pick up my phone, unlocking the now smashed screen. I shut the voice recorder off and go upstairs to the room Caroline and I shared, grabbing my duffel bag from the closet. Caroline follows, standing in the doorway as she watches me pack.

"So, you're just going to let it go at that, you don't have anything else to say?" She asks cockily, throwing her shoes and phone on to the bed next my bag.

I ignore her, shoving my clothes, toiletries, and other personal belongings into my bag before zipping it. I throw my bag over my shoulder then go and clear all of my school books, important documents, and laptop out of the office, shoving them into my backpack for school. I go back downstairs, shrugging my leather jacket on. Caroline stands in the doorway leading out to our garage. I pick up my bags, shouldering them as I shove my keys and phone into my jacket pocket. Caroline just crosses her arms as I step towards the door.

"Move, Caroline."

"Make me." She replies, cocking her hip to the side.

I growl, fisting my hands. "Move, now. I'm not going to ask twice."

"As I said, make me."

Growling. I turn and walk to the back door, opening it. I look at my left hand, seeing my wedding ring. I can hear Caroline following me, and I pull the ring off, throwing it at her.

"Merry fucking Christmas."

Slamming the door shut as I leave the house, I walk around to my car and throw my bags into the back seat. I get in and start my car, backing out of the driveway and heading to Damon's house. I knew he and Elena were visiting our parents, and wouldn't be back until New Year's day, but I needed to get as far away from Caroline as I possibly could. Once I arrive at my brother's house, I park my car in front of the garage, letting myself inside with the spare key they had given me. I grab my bags, and after stopping at the kitchen and grabbing one of Damon's bottles of bourbon and a bag of pretzels, I head straight to my old room, locking the door and cracking the bottle open. I would worry about divorce papers and all the other legal shit tomorrow. Tonight, I just wanted to drown my sorrows.