It's been hours since Bridgette left the house, I cleaned the kitchen and prepared the house as neat as possible, even though there wasn't much to be done. I cooked soup when I saw that it started raining outside and I would've left to look for her. But I knew that if I left the penthouse and she came while I was gone, I would never see her again. All her stuff is here, she'll come back eventually.

Or at least I hope she does.

After what feels like forever, I can hear the keys jingling on the door. I quickly stand up to meet my wife. But what I endup seeing is a really drunk version of her.

I rush myself to her side to help her come in, she can barely walk. I'm surprised she even managed to open the door.

"No... I can... I can...you... Leave"

"It's okay cookie, I got you, don't worry"

"don't... Not cook... Cookie"

I start guiding her to the bedroom, she can barely talk.

"Yes, cookie. I'll take you to bed, you need some rest. We'll talk in the morning"

"No... No talk, you leave"

"Bridgette, even if I wanted to, I can't leave you like this"

"Why not?...you...did...did that... Every ni... ght"

I don't respond. I just open the bedroom door and guide her to the bed.

She starts to giggle for no reason.

"what's so funny?" I ask while I start taking her heels off her.

"No... Nothing"

"Come on, tell me. What made my princess laugh?"

"I... You... Baby"

I stop what I'm doing, I'm making eye contact with her.

"Say that again?"

"I... Baby, I had...and you... Now... No"

"Jesus Christ, how much have you had, I can barely understand what you're saying"

"Taco... Tuesday"

"Cookie it's Thursday, and what does that have to do with... ?"

Then I remember, the day she was sick, we went out for tacos. She had been nauseous for a while now and she looked really pale, Bridgette loves tacos so I took her and we had a great time. She was about to tell me something at several times of the day, but she never did.

Was she talking about that?

"Princess... Are you...?"

Her head moves from side to side. A silent "no" scapes her lips. She looks down to her hands and starts to sob.

"I... I lost.. Baby"

"Oh... Cookie. Why didn't you tell me?" I say trying to hug her.

"You were... Gone... Her"

I pause for a second, trying to set my guilt aside.

"... I'm sorry, Bridgette. I truly am"

She moves her head in disagreement. Her cheeks are red and her eyes watery.

"Please go..." she begs me.

"Why would you tell me about something so important like that now?"

"Go away... Couch"

"But I wanna help you get into bed"

"you have... Enough... Done... enough"

I'm obviously hurt that she won't let me be there for her, specially after she said something so important like that. But I get why she's telling me to leave.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Okay? "

I grab my pijama set and a pillow before heading out of the room and leaving her alone on the bed.

When I look at the designer sofa I mentally curse, this is going to be a long and uncomfortable night.

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If it wasn't because I created a new sleeping position, my back would've been destroyed by now. Even though I tried, I couldn't get any sleep. I've been thinking about how to fix the mess I'm in.

I have to be honest with myself, I know that she has all the right to leave right now or whenever she likes. I know that even if I can fix this, I can never go back to fix my mistakes. I know that I'm screwed, but at least I'm going to try.

"Good morning, cookie" I say as I enter the room holding a breakfast tray.

"Hi..." her hair is messy, she's wearing last night's clothes and her lipstick is all smudged over the white pillow.

"Can we talk?... It's okay if you don't, I'd understand completely" I leave the tray on the bed while I watch her sit while scratching her head.

"We can talk, go ahead"

"Really? That easy? I made a whole speech about why you should hear me out" I try to lighten up the mood.

"Just talk, Felix. I have a terrible headache and I'm being nice to you because even though you're an asshole I love you, so just spit out what you have to say and let me eat alone in peace"

"Well, okay, I hope I don't take long. In essence, I screwed up"

"Big time"

"Yes, and, after a lot of thinking, I've come to the conclusion that I can win you back, or earn your trust once again. But it's up to you, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to leave? Do you want to leave?"

"Well, yes. I want a divorce"

"Even...even after you said you still love me?"

"Yes. I can hate you and love you at the same time, I've done so since you started cheating on me"

"I see..." I take a deep breath "then... I guess we can get divorced if that's what you want"

"Wow, you don't fight for my love, kitty?"

"I honestly don't know what to do. I mean, I love you. I've always loved you. But I just don't know how to fix this"

"Well, start by answering some questions please"

"Yes, of course. What's on your mind?"

She starts cutting her pancakes without making eye contact with me, I've seen this kind of behavior on her before. She's trying not to cry...

"Why her?"

Such a small yet sad question.

"I... I don't know. We just had chemistry. And it was that feeling of... Of new, of passion. I won't miss it though. I shouldn't have started it in the first place" I reply honestly.

She starts chewing, more times than what she uses to. She swallows, takes a deep shaky breath and talks again.

"I'm not enough then? You could've asked me for more passion. We could've rolled play so it was 'new'. I could've been better... If you asked"

I don't respond. I don't know what to say, she just keeps eating, not looking at me, not looking up.

"I don't have any right to ask you to do that, I'm the stupid one. I should change and stop being such an asshole. I promised myself to never hurt you after I found out I broke your heart so many times back when we were teenagers. I owe you all my personal growth, you've made me the happiest man for so many years and all I've brought you has been sadness and tears. I don't know how to fix this, I'm sorry"

She nods while still chewing. She has started to cry silently.

"I've always been the one chasing you... I think it's time for you to chase me and try to win my love"

"I will. So how are we going to do this? "

"I've been thinking too. I came to the conclusion last night that, this is your last chance. And I mean it, you know I mean it" I nod "I'm going to give you one year. I won't sign the papers, but I want you to sign them. If you mess up, if you go back to her or anyone for that matter, I'll sign them and I promise you'll never see me again. Understood?"

"Yes"

"I want you to be better. I'm tired of being the one that is trying to reach perfection when you don't give a damn and still go back to her. I want you to go through what I went through for 2 years. We'll still be married but I'll be entitled to flirt with men, to sleep with them if I want to, heck, I can even leave you for them if I want. And you can't say shit, okay? I want you to see how hurtful it is to see the love of your life so close yet so far. How can the love of your life life slip through your fingers so easily and you can't do anything to stop them for leaving"

I'm speechless, I wanna let her talk.

"Win me back, Kitty. Don't make me regret loving you"

"One year"

"Only one"

"More than enough. I'll fix this, thank you"

"Don't make me regret this"