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Monday, October 16, 2028, 08:46 P.M.
"Sorry Lukey, traffic is hell this time of the year, especially this late," Riley says, walking into their apartment before kissing her husband's lips, "Do you mind waiting for me to cook diner or should we order something?" she asks while Lucas was frozen next to the door, "Lucas?" she calls him.
"I can't do this anymore," Lucas softly says.
"Lukey, it's only a late diner, calm down," Riley says with a smile.
"I've been cheating on you," Lucas says.
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Prologue: Lying Vows
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Monday, October 16, 2028, 09:01 P.M.
"I'm sorry, what?" Riley asks, refusing to believe her ears.
Lucas turns over to face her, with his eyes already tearing up, "I'm sorry," he softly mutters to her.
"You're joking," Riley says with a nervous laugh, in complete denial, "You have to be joking, right?" she says, hoping for him to say that it was just a cruel prank on her for being late.
Lucas slowly walks to her and softly hugs her, "I wish I was joking," he answers.
As soon as those words hit her brain, Riley pushed Lucas away from her, as his touch burned her, "Impossible," she says, feeling tears on her eyes, fastly taking them off with her sleeve.
"Riley, I'm sorry," Lucas apologize again.
"No, no, no, no, no, don't say that, because you're not cheating on me, that's impossible," she fastly says, denying any scenario where Lucas stepped out of their marriage.
Lucas slowly starts to walk to their room, "I can't do this anymore," he says on his way to the bedroom.
"Come back here, Lucas Joseph Friar," Riley says in a tone that makes Lucas stop.
Lucas let a deep sigh escape his body, "Please don't do this," he begs.
"Don't do what exactly? You don't want me to ask questions to my loyal husband!?" she shouts back.
Lucas turns around and faces Riley with sadness in his eyes, "I've already hurt you, don't hurt yourself, please," he begs this time.
Riley walks to him and crosses his face with a slap, "You have balls, Lucas Friar," she says.
Lucas licks his lip, knowing he deserves that, and even more, "Riley, I honestly don't know what to say, I made a mistake," he says, lying to her face.
"No, no, a mistake is getting off work at six, forgetting the six-fifteen traffic," she replies, "You made a decision, this was not a mistake, this is something you choose," she adds.
Lucas walks to the couch in silence and sits down, "You're right, I made a decision, a bad one, but it was my decision," he says, taking the last sip of his bourbon glass that he previously serves to himself.
Riley followed him and sits on the sofa, in front of him, "I deserve an explanation," she says, taking the bottle from his side. Fastly she puts an ice cube and pours some bourbon on it.
Lucas waited for a few seconds and takes the bottle from Riley's side and pours himself a drink, "It's gonna hurt you even more," he threatened her.
Riley puts her glass on the coffee table and looks at him with dead eyes, "Lucas, you just confessed cheating on me," she says before taking the glass and moving it in circles with the liquor inside, "It was last weekend, right? They never gave you a Friday to Saturday twenty-four hours, right?" she accuses him.
Lucas let another deep sigh escape his mouth, "Partly," he answers.
"Partly!?" Riley asks, shouting.
"This was a mistake," Lucas says, getting up from the couch.
"Sit Down," Riley says in a slightly strong tone.
Lucas sits back down on the couch and starts to negate with his head, "What do you want me to say?" he asks.
Riley stays silent for a few minutes, looking at her glass, how the ice melt in the bourbon. She takes the glass and takes another sip, hoping the alcohol burn harder than her heart, "How long?" she asks.
Lucas looks at her. His mind wasn't able to determine if she wanted to push him to the brink or if she was just a masochist, "Why does that matter? I cheated on you, that's it, period," he avoids the question.
"Answer the damn question Lucas," Riley pushes, hoping, praying for a short time, otherwise she wouldn't be able to handle it.
Lucas takes his time, he gets up and Riley just looks at him, "Not leaving," he assures her, before walking around the apartment, looking for his jacket. Once he finds it, he takes a cigarette from the chest pocket and lights one, then slowly he walks back to the couch, "Physical? Five months," he confesses, looking directly at Riley, hoping to see nothing.
"Emotional?" Riley asks, looking down.
"Don't do this," Lucas begs, knowing the answer would kill her.
"Emotional!?" she asks, shouting this time.
Lucas covers his eyes with his hand, still debating about answering her question until he finally did, "A year and eight months," he answers.
Like never before, Riley's head goes up in picoseconds, "Son of a bitch," she curses Lucas before fastly taking her glass and throw it at him.
"Fuck!" Lucas screams as soon as the glass hits his head, "Please calm down!" he shouts to Riley while putting his hands in front of him while his eyebrow started to bleed down his face.
"You have balls to ask me to calm down after that!" Riley shouts back with tears falling down her eyes, "You're a bastard," she says before walking to him and start hit his chest.
"I know," Lucas says while letting her hit him, "I know I am," he repeats, "I know!" he shouts holding her wrists.
Riley frees herself from Lucas and starts to walk in circles, "I give you twelve years of my life, only to be cheated on?" she says, almost not believing the words her husband was sputtering to her.
"I'm sorry," Lucas softly says.
"Don't you dare to give me that crap!" Riley replies, with anger in her eyes.
"I know!" Lucas shouts, "I'm sorry," he apologized again.
Riley turned her back to Lucas, and her mouth slowly opens, "And for what exactly?" she asks.
"Riley," Lucas softly says.
"Answer me," Riley says, still refusing to look in his direction.
"I already told you," Lucas replies.
"Answer the damn question, Lucas!" Riley shouts at him.
With a mix of surprise and fear, Lucas answers, "I'm sorry for cheating on you, Riley" he finally says.
"You're unbelievable," Riley says before walking to her room, leaving Lucas bleeding in the living room. Five minutes later, Riley came back with a towel and a first aid kit. She throws the towel to Lucas and puts the first aid kit in front of him, "Fix yourself," she says before taking his glass and drinks what was left on it.
Lucas slowly cleans the blood from his face before making a patch for his eyebrow, "Happy now?" he asks, feeling his head to the brink of exploding.
"You mean if I'm happy my husband cheated on me? Yeah, incredibly happy," she sarcastically replies.
"You know that's not what I meant," Lucas says, "Don't worry, as soon as my head stops banging like a drum set, I will go to a hotel," he says.
"So what? So she can have you there?" Riley sarcastically asks again.
"No, she's probably at her studio," Lucas replies by instinct, "Fuck me," he fastly says once he notices he screw things again.
Riley's eyes meet his in a second, "You're kidding me? The art girl?" Riley asks, with a pinch of pain on her chest, "The one I already complain about it? Classy, very classy," Riley adds.
"Can we continue this tomorrow? I want to go to my hotel," Lucas says, trying to escape.
"Was she the reason you stopped cumming inside?" Riley asks.
Lucas knew she was smart, but never to the point to link those two points, making him avoid her eyes.
"So, let me resume this, from my perspective at least," Riley says, "Everything has been really good since that incident where I said it was inappropriate for you to meet so often with the art girl, then a few weeks later, you come back with the idea of us having children," she continues, "That was your guilt, wasn't it?" she asks, pretty sure it was the reason.
Lucas avoids her eyes one more time, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he replies.
"Wow, can you imagine if I got pregnant? now I would be, what, seven? eight months?" she asks, hoping to hurt him as bad as he hurt her.
"You, more than anyone knows that I would never look another woman if I had a child," Lucas replies.
"You, selfish, son of a bitch," Riley says, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you the kid you desperately wanted, my ovaries would have done a better job if they knew, you would cheat on me because of them!" Riley says shouting the last part.
"Come on! You know I didn't mean that!" Lucas defends himself shouting at her level.
"Then why you stopped cumming inside?" she asks.
"Don't make me say it, Riley," Lucas begs.
"Say it," Riley push, "I'm not the same little girl who needed Farkle and Smackle to protect her from the truth, I disbanded the committee decades ago," she adds.
"Riley, stop," Lucas tries to get her to stop pushing, getting increasingly annoyed.
"Oh yeah? What you're gonna do? Refuse to have sex with me? I've been living that for more than five months by now!" she shouts.
"Riley," Lucas wanted to interrupt, but she continues.
"What you're gonna do Lucas!? Are you gonna bring her here and fuck her in front of me!? Eh!? Are you gonna cum inside her and breed her in front of me!? Answer me, Lucas!" she shouts at him before slapping his face again.
"I love her!" Lucas shouts back, making Riley stop.
"What?" Riley says, doubting her ears one more time.
"I love her," Lucas repeats.
"No, you don't," Riley says, hurt.
"Yes! Yes, I do!" Lucas shouts, "Yes, I'm a horrible person for cheating on you, but trust me, I do love her, and I've loved her from before I cut contact with her," he adds.
Riley looks at him with hate in her eyes for the first time before slapping him one more time, but this time he caught her hand before impacts him, "I hate you, Lucas Friar," she says.
"I loved you, Riley Friar," Lucas replies, understanding her hate, "Past tense," he adds.
Riley keeps looking at him with hate, freeing her hand from his, "You never loved me, Lucas," she says, "I was just the pretty brunette that was there to fulfill your checklist," she adds.
So.
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