It's been 2 weeks since our falling out about him kissing that fucking bitch. Christian has still been giving me my space. He is practically bending over backwards to prove his devotion to me. We have sex at least once a night, sometimes more. How can I resist the sexual wiles of this insanely talented man?

The kids are settling back into our normal routines nicely. Liam started back at his school this week and I started back to work. Amy is back to being our nanny. Everything seems to be falling back into place in our lives although I am still on the fence about fully forgiving my husband. I know I will, but I don't know how long it will take until I'm fully ready.

Next weekend, the Greys are throwing a birthday party for the kids again. I'm so happy that we're back with family for this. Liam just turned 7 and Phoebe will be 2 the day of the party. We look forward to celebrating with friends and family.

I've been working hard on getting back into the groove of things at work. It's not as easy as I assumed it would be, but I guess being a bartender for 6 months kind of messed up my mind. I'm adjusting pretty good. I have the man that replaced me during my time away assisting me as needed, but I do most of it myself.

Christian went back to work this week. He spent the week following our return at home with us. It was pretty great. I will admit to that.

Kate and I have gone to a spa day before I started back at work as well. Mia was invited, but declined our invitation, which I find strange. Mia LOVES her a spa day. She has since I met her.

Christian invited me to go out with him tonight and after much thoughtful consideration, I've decided to take him up on it. I'm sure it will be amazing, as most of our outings together are. He really is a remarkable man, despite his slip up.

I'm just finishing getting dressed for our night out in a sexy chiffon dress, whenever I hear my husband, "Ana? Are you ready yet?"

I smile, "I'm just finishing up. I will be there shortly."

"Okay, I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Okay." I finish getting ready and I put on my heels that match my dress. I grab my clutch and head downstairs. As I'm coming down the stairs, I find my irresistible husband standing at the bottom of the stairs in a crisp black suit with a tie that matches my dress. It fits his body perfectly in the most magnificent ways. How did he know what I was going to wear?

As soon as he lays his eyes on me, his eyes widen. "You, my wife, look absolutely exquisite." I smile.

"You look quite irresistible yourself, husband." He smiles back at me. As soon as I am near the bottom of the stairs, he offers me his hand and helps me the rest of the way down and he spins me around so he can get the full picture. He growls under his breath.

He pulls my body up against his and he kisses me hard. "I can't wait to take this dress off of you tonight, Mrs. Grey."

I giggle. "That's a little presumptuous, Mr. Grey."

He smirks. "We shall see, baby. Let's tell the kids good night and get you to dinner."

I smile and kiss him sweetly and we go in search of the kids and tell them that we will be back later and give them hugs and kisses. Taylor takes us to Christian's restaurant, The Mile-High Club, and we partake in a lovely meal and flirt moderately.

As we're talking and flirting, I hear a voice that I was NOT expecting. "Christian! It's so good to see you again!" I look at Christian and he looks up and his eyes widen.

"What are you doing here, Sasha?"

"I came back for you. I promised that I would. Don't you remember?" I'm still staring at Christian's face and I can see anger and confusion written all over his face. What the fuck is this bitch talking about? I look up at her and she acts like she just noticed me. "Oh, Ana. I didn't see you there. I didn't know you were back." She looks back at Christian. "Did you take your wife back after all you said to me, Christian?"

Now my brow is really furrowed and I look back to Christian questionably. "I never left my wife. I never heard you promise shit. I told you to leave my family the fuck alone and never saw you again. That's the way I preferred it, so, again I ask, What in the fuck are you doing here talking to us?"

She practically cackles. "Oh, Christian. I understand. You want to keep our amazing night together a secret from your wife. I will just wait until I see you alone again." I look back to Christian and he looks at me.

"Don't believe a word that this bitch is saying, Ana. She is just trying to tear you and I apart. I swear that none of what she is saying is true."

I am still looking at him, not sure if I should believe him, but then I remember that this is Sasha that we're talking about and I nod. I look up at her. "It would be a good time for you to leave and stay the fuck away from my family, Sasha." I tell her.

She has the nerve to laugh in my face. I wipe my face and put my napkin down on the table and I stand up and get in her face. "You WILL leave MY family the fuck alone and stop pushing your dramatic hallucinations off on us. This is MY husband and we already discussed how you wouldn't stop making moves on him. GO!"

"I guess the kiss is the only thing you know about. Just so you know, he also fucked me HARD that night. I have a picture." She digs in her purse and hands me a picture and I reluctantly take it without looking at it.

"I need you to leave now if you don't want to cause a scene." She steps closer to me.

"I will cause a scene if I feel like it." She cocks her fist back to punch me again, but I catch it and I punch her, hard.

"GO AWAY, Sasha!!"

She spits a little blood out. "Fine. You will see the truth soon enough." I roll my eyes and sit back down and stick the picture that she handed me into my purse. I don't want to deal with her shit anymore tonight, or ever for that matter.

I put my napkin back on my lap and look at Christian and he looks shocked. I smile back at him. "Now, where were we before the mega cunt so rudely interrupted us?"

He finally smiles back. We were just getting to the dessert and then I want to take you to Escala and devour your beautiful body all night." I'm practically melting just hearing those words come out of his beautiful mouth.

I reach across the table and take his hand. "I love that idea, Mr. Grey, but I have to request that we eat our dessert as quickly as possible."

He gives me his best panty dropping smile. "I'll do you one better. How about we just skip dessert and get the fuck out of here?"

"Mm, even better." He stands up as quickly as he can and he offers me his hand to help me up. He wraps an arm around my waist after throwing money down on the table and he escorts me as quickly as possible, out of the building without looking distasteful.

Once we get to the SUV, Christian helps me into the back and gets in himself. He buckles us up and tells Taylor to take us to Escala. His lips crash into mine and our hands roam each other's bodies until Taylor notifies us that we have arrived. Christian smirks and gets out and scoops me up and carries me onto the elevator. About halfway up to the penthouse, I can't resist anymore and my lips crash into his. I beg him to fuck me and he hits the emergency stop button and proceeds to fuck me deliciously up against the wall. Once we calm down, we break apart and situate ourselves. He slips the remains of my ripped panties into his pocket and I pick my purse that fell on the floor back up.

He hits the button to get us moving again and he wraps his arm around my waist. Once we arrive at the penthouse, he excuses Taylor and he fucks me on the couch, because frankly, we just can't keep our hands off of each other. After we've both reached our climax, we have some wine together and just talk and reconnect. I think I finally am ready to fully forgive this man, but I don't want to tell him tonight. I just want to show him.

We finally go upstairs and I throw my purse across the bed and it lands on the floor as his lips are firmly attached to my own and we are lost in a passionate embrace. He helps me out of my clothes and I help him out of his. He lays me down on the bed and fucks me. As I'm in the throws of passion, I'm screaming his name and clawing at the sheets as he gives me the best he's got and it is phenomenal. I'm just about to reach orgasm whenever I feel lace in my hand. We keep fucking because I want this orgasm, just as bad as he wants me to have it. Once the orgasm passes, he is still fucking me, but curiosity gets the best of me and I lift the lacy material up and look at it over his shoulder. It is a pair of lace red panties and they most definitely are NOT mine. What the fuck? I push Christian off of me without warning and I roll off the other side of the bed. I manage to stand without falling to the ground on my weak knees.

He looks at me, concerned. "What's wrong, Ana?" I throw the panties at him and I remember the picture that Sasha gave me and I bend over and pick up my purse. I take a deep breath before I pull out the picture. I walk away from the bed and look out over the city with the picture up against my chest. Afraid of what is on the picture. I finally talk myself into looking as I hear Christian speaking to me in the back ground. All I hear is that he does NOT know where they came from. The rest is all just white noise to me in this moment. I finally look down and I take the picture away from my chest and I immediately gasp and I quickly move to the light switch and turn it on so that I can examine it.

I still hear Christian talking in the background. He keeps trying to touch me, but I push him away and I walk away from him as I survey this picture. It is a picture of him and Sasha, in this room, in this bed. They both appear to be naked and it looks like she is riding him. Her hands are on his chest and his hands are on her legs. What in the actual fuck? He lied to me AGAIN!!! I can no longer contain the sobs that begin to escape my body and I fall to the floor, dropping the picture, and I put my face in my hands and continue to sob. My marriage is officially over. I cannot believe what I've just seen.

He SWORE to me that it was nothing more than a kiss that lasted less than a minute. I notice Christian picking up the picture and I start hearing him cuss and telling me that it can't be him because he would remember that and he doesn't. His words just infuriate me. When the sobs die down, I am numb. I stand up and walk right past him into my closet and throw on the first clothes that I come across and put on some tennis shoes. I walk past him again and go straight downstairs. I go to the security office and tell Taylor to please call Gibson to come and get me.

"Yes, Mrs. Grey." I nod and Christian approaches me again. I still can't hear what he's saying and I refuse to look at him. I'm infuriated, heartbroken and numb. It's a fucked up combination and I feel like my marriage is a lie and I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do now. I will never be with another man. I know that. I will never love or trust a man again, other than my Daddy.

Christian has his hands on my shoulders when I snap out of my inner monologue. I take his hands off of my shoulders and look into his tormented eyes and start crying again and I sit on the couch and take the wine bottle and start drinking right out of it.

Finally, I start to hear Christian. "Ana, we need to talk about this. It wasn't me in that picture. I haven't fucked her since you came back from Little Rock. I don't know what the fuck this picture is, but I swear to you that it is NOT me!"

I look into his eyes and I know he thinks he means it, but I'm not buying it. If that isn't solid proof of his infidelity, I don't know what is. I start laughing at his comment about that not being him.

He just looks at me concerned and confused. I talk finally. "I think it's quite obvious what is in that picture Christian. Stop saying it wasn't you. IT WAS YOU! I cannot believe that I let you convince me that it was only a less than a minute kiss. What that picture is, is proof that I cannot trust you after I had convinced myself that I could. I was going to forgive you." I start laughing sarcastically. "What a fucking joke. I'm leaving and going home. I don't want you near me. You can come to the birthday party and we can arrange visitations, but that cunt will NEVER be anywhere me and my children!"

"Ana, please! I swear to you that it isn't me and I will find a way to prove that. What else can I do to prove it to you?"

I scoff and look up at him. "You can go back in time and not do it." I hear the elevator ding, indicating that Gibson is here. I take another drink of the wine and I turn and see Gibson standing by the elevator. "That's my ride. Please just leave me alone. I will file for divorce soon because I cannot forgive infidelity. My Mom did it to my Dad so I always swore that I'd never allow it in my own future relationships. I do love you Christian. I love you SO MUCH that it physically hurts that I saw that. I'm going up to get my purse. I need you to stay out of my way." I slip off my wedding and engagement rings and I slide them into his hand with tears in my eyes and I close it.

I look up at him and see the tears streaming down his cheeks. "I will always love you Christian, and I will NEVER be with another man. Mostly because you really are it for me, despite the fact that I, obviously, wasn't really it for you." I kiss his cheek. "Goodbye, Christian." I stand up and walk up the stairs and find the picture on the bed and I pick it up. I won't look at it again, but I may need it as proof of his infidelity. I go around the bed and pick up my purse and slip the picture into it. I leave the bedroom and walk to the elevator and I see Christian still frozen in the spot where I left him staring at the rings in his hand.

"Goodbye, Ana. I will prove to you that I didn't do what that picture makes it look like I did."

I scoff. "I will believe it when you come to me with solid proof, but I do NOT see that happening since, as they say, a picture says a thousand words. Goodbye." I get onto the elevator that Gibson already has opened for me and I watch Christian looking at me crying as the elevator doors close. This provokes a new set of tears from me and I collapse to the floor and begin sobbing again. Gibson hands me his handkerchief. "Thank you, Gibson."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Grey."

I wipe away my tears and stand back up. "Ana, please. It won't be Mrs. Grey for much longer."

He gives me a sad smile. "Okay, Ana."

I nod and once we reach the garage, he leads me to the SUV that he came here in and opens the back door and I climb in. This when I realize that my clothes are horribly mismatched and I start to laugh again. This time it is genuine.

Whenever we finally get home, it's very late. I go straight to the wine cellar and grab another wine bottle and I plop down on the couch in the family room. I drink the wine straight from the bottle until it is gone. I must've been sitting there for hours. I yell for Gibson and have him help me upstairs and once I'm safely at the top, I thank him and tell him that I've got it from here.

I get to bed and I strip down and put on a nightie and climb into bed. I immediately fall asleep. I think I'm out of tears to cry. Not to mention the fact that I'm insanely drunk.

Over the last week, I've just gone through the motions of my life, numb to everyone and everything but my kids. I manage to be genuinely happy whenever I'm spending time alone with them. Christian has repeatedly been trying to contact me and get onto the property, but I instructed staff that I did NOT want him near me until I say otherwise. That is, if I EVER say otherwise. I have a feeling that I won't though. I know I have to arrange visitations for the kids with him, but I'm just not ready to deal with him yet.

We're on our way to the Grey's manor for the birthday party. The only thing I am dreading, is seeing him. Grace opens the door and hugs us all but looks at me questionably. She must be able to tell that something is really bothering me, but she doesn't ask.

She invites us out back and she carries Phoebe and Liam holds my hand until we are on the back deck. As soon as we are back there, Liam runs off whenever he sees Christian. I make brief eye contact with him and see that he looks as miserable as me. Good. He should be miserable after what he has done.

I feel the tears threatening to fall so I quickly look away. I watch as the kids start to play with their friends. Kate approaches me and hugs me. "I've missed you, Ana. Where have you been?" Suddenly my flood gates are wide open and I wrap my arms around Kate. "Oh, Ana. Let's go inside and talk." I just nod and she leads me into the house and takes me into a bedroom upstairs that I don't recognize. "What's wrong, Ana?"

I look down and continue to cry. "He cheated on me, Kate." I barely whisper.

"Ana, I thought that was just a kiss." I shake my head and I pull the picture out of my purse and hand it to her and look away with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh, Ana. This is horrible. I'm going to kick that mother fucker's ass!"

I shake my head. "Don't bother, Kate. It's over. I'm considering moving away, but since it is of my own accord this time, I will be able to stay in touch."

She wraps her arms around me and I lay my head on her shoulder and cry. "I understand. I hate that you won't be around, but I understand why you'd want to leave. I can't even imagine what I'd do if Elliot did something like this to me." I nod.

"It's a horrible feeling, Kate. I love him. I love him SO FUCKING MUCH that it physically hurts. I will ALWAYS love him. I won't get into another relationship with anyone. I don't think I can trust another man anytime in the near future, aside from Daddy."

"I'm sorry, babe." She just holds me in silence until my tears die down and then she takes me to the bathroom and helps me to freshen up so that the kids don't see me like this. "All ready. Are YOU ready for this, Ana?"

I nod. "Yeah. Let's go help the kids enjoy their party and then get out of here. Will you come over to my house later and drink with me?"

She shakes her head. "I would if I could, but I'm finally pregnant. We're having a baby!"

I smile at her genuinely. "I'm happy for you, Kate."

She hugs me again. "Let's get out there." I pull away and nod.

"Let's do." she takes my hand and walks me back downstairs and, much to my dismay, Christian is standing there.

"Not now, Grey!" Kate yells at him and pushes his chest.

"Ana, I got the proof and I need you to see it."

I shake my head. "No. I've got to go celebrate our children's birthdays with them. I suggest you do the same." I turn and walk away with Kate before he can respond.

We spend the rest of the day with the kids. I avoid Christian successfully, but the few times I've made eye contact with him he looks absolutely miserable. I'm curious what this 'proof' he thinks he has is. I don't know if I will believe it when I see it even. I don't know. Maybe someday I will have the strength to see what he wants to show me. I'm just not ready now.

Whenever we get home, the kids are exhausted so I give them baths and put them to bed. Liam is asking why Daddy didn't come home with us again and I just told him that he will be home someday. That seems to placate him, although I can tell that he's not quite convinced.

Once they are both down for the night, I go to my own bathroom and take a nice long bath with a glass of wine. It's relaxing and just what I needed tonight. After my bath, I go to bed and for the first time since the split, I fall asleep without crying. I wonder if I will ever fully get over this. I doubt it, but I won't let my kids down. They will need me to be strong for them through this.

I'm woke up in the morning to the nanny knocking on my door. I stand up and throw on a robe and answer the door. "What is it, Amy?"

"I'm sorry to wake you, Mrs. Grey, but your Dad just arrived and he demanded to see you immediately." I sigh. He must've figured out what is going on.

"Tell him that I will be down shortly. Thank you for letting me know."

She nods and walks away. I go into my closet and pick out some comfortable clothes before going downstairs. Whenever I get there, I find my Dad holding Phoebe and talking to her. When he sees me, I hear him tell her, "Go and play with your brother and I will see you in a little bit. I need to talk to your Mommy."

Phoebe nods and give him a kiss and he lets her down and she takes off running up the stairs past me. I approach my dad and he has his arms open and I jump into them and wrap my arms around him. I start to cry again. "We need to talk, Annie. Can we go to your office? I don't want the kids to hear."

I nod and lead him to my office. I sit on the couch and he sits down as well.

"Are you ready to tell me what the hell is going on?"

I furrow my brow. What does he already know? "Christian and I are taking a break." I tell him without looking in his eyes.

"Annie. You should know that I know you very well and I can tell whenever you're lying. I need you to tell me what is really going on."

I sigh. "I won't tell you everything because I don't want you to hate the father of my children, but I am filing for divorce. I want to move away, but, as I told Kate, I will be able to keep in touch this time, since I'm leaving of my own accord."

"Annie, don't leave again, please." he begs me.

I look into his eyes. "I need to Daddy. You're welcome to come along, though, if you want."

He looks away, thoughtful. He looks back at me. "I will go with you. I want to be near you and the kids. I do NOT care where that is."

I smile. "Great. Now I just need to figure out where and when."

"Well let me know as soon as you know. I will follow you and my grandkids anywhere, Annie."

I smile and wrap my arms back around him. "Thank you. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Annie."

"If you move with me, I can buy the house from you because I don't want it out of our family. That place holds far too many precious memories for me to even think about letting it go."

"I will take you up on that because I don't want to let it go for the same reason." He pulls back from the hug and looks at his watch. "I need to head home and get everything prepared for a move. Just let me know the details as soon as you know."

I smile. "I will, Daddy. Let me walk you out." He nods and we stand and I guide him to the door and hug him one last time before he leaves. "Drive safe, Daddy."

"Always, Annie."

He turns and walks out to his truck and I go back inside and find my kids and spend the rest of the day with them, contemplating where to go.

After they are in bed, I drink some wine and search the internet for places with a need for a publishing house. I want to keep GP in the divorce and I want to open a new branch wherever I go.

After much internet searching and soul searching, I decide that we're going to New York and I want to go immediately and I can file for divorce after we get settled in there.

I call Dad and let him know my plans after I book us some tickets for the next day. He let me know that he will meet me at the airport and to make sure and bring my CPO with me because I will still need to be safe. I agree so I ask Gibson to come along and he agrees to accompany us.

I go to bed, content with my decision, and sleep peacefully.

Whenever I get up in the morning, I decide that I need to let Christian know that we're leaving. These are his children, too, so he has a right to know. I won't be deceitful like he has been to me.

I have Gibson take me to Grey House. Whenever I arrive, security lets me through without a problem, and I take the elevator up to the 20th floor. I'm extremely nervous at this point. Whenever I get off of the elevator, I'm greeted by Andrea. "Mrs. Grey. Please go on in." I smile and nod and approach Christian's office doors. I take a deep breath before I enter.

When I get into the room, I find my husband staring out the floor to ceiling windows nursing a bottle of some kind of liquor. "A little early for liquor this early, isn't it, Mr. Grey."

He quickly turns around and I can see from the look on his face that he is shock, yet excited to see me. He finally smiles. I half smile back. "We need to talk." I tell him.

"Please, have a seat." he says, signaling for me to sit on the chairs across the desk from him. I nod and smooth out my dress and have a seat and cross my legs. "What can I help you with, Mrs. Grey?"

I swallow hard before looking up at his sad, but hopeful, eyes. "The kids and I are moving to New York and once we're settled in, I will proceed to file for divorce." He gasps and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"You don't have to do this, Ana. I have the proof that I promised you. I have video footage at the restaurant that night and at the penthouse that night. She drugged me and raped me. I reported it and she has been arrested. Reporting it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. The hardest thing I've ever done is leave you in Ohio and I deeply regret that one decision every minute of every single day now."

Without warning, the tears start to fall down my cheeks again. He stands up and walks around the desk. He hands me his handkerchief and wraps his arms around me. I don't react. I have missed this man's touch and his story seems plausible, but can I believe it? UGH! I don't know. "I need to see the evidence, Christian, but now isn't the time. I've got a plane to catch. I will hold off on filing for divorce until I see it. I need you to trust me when I say that even if we would NEVER be together again, I'd still never move on from you."

He pulls back and smiles and kisses me sweetly. "Take all the time you need, but please contact me soon. I will have the evidence delivered to you there once you get settled in and I get an address." I nod.

"I will let you know." I kiss him sweetly one more time before I stand up and walk to the door and walk out.

I get onto the elevator and take it down to the lobby again and Gibson takes me to the SUV and takes me home. I have a lot to think about. A part of me believes him and an even bigger part WANTS to believe him.

I just need time. We will figure this out and I hope that maybe we can get past this. It's way too soon to tell for sure at this point.

I get home and pack some stuff for the kids and myself and I tell them that we're going on another vacation, but that Papa is coming with us this time. Liam asks about the pony that I promised him. I'd almost forgotten about that. "We will get that as soon as I can, baby. It's not easy to pick out the perfect pony for a prince."

He smiles at me. "Thank you, Mommy. I will try to be patient." I give him a kiss and tell them that it's time to go.

We meet my Dad at the airport. When we go to board the plane, we discover that, apparently, Christian somehow had us upgraded to first class. I was perfectly happy with economy.