Rose POV

The first thing I realized when I woke up the next morning was that my head hurt terribly along with various other muscles that I never even knew existed. The idea of crawling in a hole and dying seemed brighter with every passing second. As the memories of the previous night returned, I found myself in a situation that I had never expected.

How was I supposed to face Dimitri after last night? After everything that he had done for me, I had repaid him in a manner that would hurt him deeply. The only way that I could live with myself was if I told him the truth, I had to tell him everything if I wanted to live guilt free. But where was he?

His side of the bed was cold and undisturbed indicating that he had never been there to begin with. I had managed to ruin all the progress we'd made in the past week and the guilt was eating me up. I vowed to tell him everything as soon as he returned home.

Normally, I would have called Lissa up and asked her for advice but I could imagine the disgust in her eyes when she realises that I had cheated on Dimitri. Lissa had a strong sense of respect for Dimitri and everything he had done for me; she would never understand what I was going through.

Dimitri hadn't left a note either which was unlike him; it actually looked like he had left in a hurry. The dishes were left unwashed in the sink and he hadn't tried to prepare breakfast for me either. Did he know? No, that was impossible. Plus he returned a while after I did so there was no way that he had followed me. I tried my best to tidy up the house and clean up the mess to keep my mind off things.

D POV

Roza. Roza. My lips hovered gently over hers in a soft kiss which she returned. I'd never seen a girl so beautiful, her long dark hair spread around her, a few strands falling over her face. Her skin glowed in the dim lighting and the light sheen of sweat somehow made her look sexier. A small dark red ruby shimmered on her belly and I couldn't resist kissing the soft skin around it. She was beautiful. What struck me the most were the brown eyes, that were so different from the rest of her body. While the rest of her body oozed feminine appeal, her eyes seemed innocent and I felt wrong about taking advantage of her. Roza, my Roza. Roza?

I got up abruptly .I remembered the last thing she'd whispered incoherently before falling asleep in my arms. She's whispered my name, not Comrade.

" I love you Dimitri." That's what she had whispered just before she'd fallen asleep which had left me shocked and confused as I stared at her sleeping form. Did she really love the real me? Or was it something she'd mumbled because she was drunk. If she really did love me, then she wouldn't have been so ready to give herself to a stranger. She would have waited for the real me right? Hell did she even know that both of us were the same person, had she found out?

It was my fault, after all I wasn't that drunk when I allowed myself to follow her. I knew what I was doing; I had just been too tempted to stop. I was a man and she was an extremely attractive woman, hell she was the woman I was in love with. Russian vodka was strong, but I could handle enough of it. What I couldn't handle was a drunken Rose. I knew what I was doing, but she clearly didn't, it was my duty to stop her.

The cabin that I had led Rose too wasn't very far from the house if you knew the woods well, there was a path that led right to the house. I managed to carry Rose's sleeping form up till the couch which was quite comfortable. It might seem suspicious if I put her in the correct room. I needed space to think and needed to get all this mess sorted out. An hour later, I had brought Rose's car back to our house and I found Rose asleep on the couch. She hadn't woken up yet, and I knew that she'd be more comfortable in her own bed. I had already decided what I was going to do, I was going to tell her nothing of what happened today. She would hate me forever if she knew the truth. I couldn't sleep right now, and it was almost morning anyway. Ivan seemed like the only person who could help me with this. Wait. There was another person I could go to. Tasha. Tasha Ozera.

R POV

The shrill sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. I was more than happy to be distracted from my thoughts about Dimitri and Lissa's perky personality and enthusiasm was just what I needed.

"Hey Liss, how's it going?"

"Hi Rose! I was thinking of surprising Christian today and I could really do with a shopping partner."

"You should have called earlier; I was free the whole morning."

"Sorry, I've been sort of busy all morning. I ran out of coffee really early in the morning and then I bumped into Dimitri and Christian's aunt…."

"What? Where did you see him?"

"I just told you, he was with Christian's aunt, Tasha. It was around 6 am I guess."

"Tasha is here? I thought she was in Russia or something?"

"She came here a few days ago Rose. Christian's really happy since she's here."

"Hey Liss, I'll call you back. I've got to get ready."

"Bye!"

The line went dead but I was still in shock, when Lissa had first mentioned Christian's aunt I had imagined an old lady. Not Tasha Ozera. I thought she'd stopped being my problem a long time ago. Dimitri left at god knows what time of the night to meet Tasha? I wasn't sure if I should be accusing Dimitri of anything considering what I had done but it hurt. He could have left a message or called at the least. Or was it that he didn't want to tell me was seeing her?

I decided to let it drop, Dimitri had been the sweetest guy I could ask for. He'd trusted me last night even though I came late, he wasn't unreasonable with me and never pushed my limits. He was a decent guy and I could trust him at east a bit. Besides it was only coffee, it's not like he'd asked her out to a date.

Dimitri came home around 4 PM and looked quite exhausted so I decided not to bring up[ the Tasha issue. He seemed content with watching some old cowboy movie which wasn't very interesting to me but Dimitri seemed absorbed in it. Even though we were sitting right next to each other, we suddenly felt miles away. Dimitri seemed agitated and restless about something and I was nervous that he knew where I'd been last night. I'd scrubbed myself thoroughly 3 times but I always felt dirty because of what I'd done and I could barely look Dimitri in the eye.

Conversation was minimal throughout dinner and the awkward air remained throughout the evening. Shortly after dinner, Dimitri was busy with a couple of phone calls and I didn't want to disturb him. The sudden distance between was making me feel uncomfortable, we had just started to settle in and now we were back to square one. I wanted to talk it out and remove whatever was separating us again, I was already feeling enough guilty for what I had done.

I could hear Dimitri's muffled voice from one of the bedrooms that I had never really been into. I mean this place had a lot of rooms and I hadn't bothered to see all of them. Dimitri was having a conversation on the phone and was speaking very softly, as if he didn't want me to hear. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but his tone was making me curious. What surprised me more were his words.

" She doesn't need to know that Tasha and she's never going to figure it out... I've hidden it with my stuff and she's not going to be able to find it, especially if she's not looking for it... I'll meet you tomorrow when Rose thinks I'm at work, she'll get suspicious if I'm on the phone for too long..."

Dimitri was clearly finishing up whatever work he had and from the angle he was standing, he couldn't see me run away from the door to my room. Tears pricked my eyes and something in my throat choked up and I could barely breathe. Had I imagined Dimitri's feelings for me? I hadn't expected this when we'd gotten married but I was really starting to fall hard for him.

That night I pretended to sleep while Dimitri tossed and turned beside me. If he noticed my stiff posture,he didn't mention it. The last thought on my mind before I fell asleep was I had to find whatever Dimitri was hiding and from the phone conversation I knew exactly where I was going to look.