She's been working late these last few days, she's been so busy with the new fashion collection coming up. Bridgette has said that she's had a lot of inspiration and that it's the reason why she's been so busy.

There hasn't been a day where I didn't bring her her favorite coffee at her office or a day where I didn't wait for her so we could go home together. (I haven't done that in 2 years since I would "stay late" at work when in reality I was with Lilian, it feels good to go home with her.)

She hasn't been rude to me, quite the contrary, she's been sort of the same. Of course, there's always those comments or things she does that show she's still resentful. Like serving my coffee in the mornings cold, or not ironing my shirts as she used to every Sunday. She doesn't ask what I want to watch on the TV anymore, she just puts whatever she wants, and never asks me what I want for dinner, she just makes what she feels like.

She also doesn't say goodnight anymore, she just says "I'm going to sleep" and doesn't respond when I wish her goodnight. That does sort of bothers me because she's never done that, not even when we got into serious fights on our 1st year as a married couple.

Regardless of all that, I'm still here, because I have one year. Just one year to win her back.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel lucky, I am so lucky she hasn't kicked my ass out yet. But I do live in constant fear of waking up and finding out she's gone from my life. Not that I wouldn't deserve it...

I broke things with Lilian, deleted our texts and her number. And I found myself for some weird reason extremely attracted to my wife. I get that it sounds pretty weird as I should be attracted to her, and I am. It's just, it seems like she has that thing I went with Lilian for, that passion. It's just, I think I just didn't notice it on her before. This makes me mad at myself because this huge mistake wouldn't have happened if I just saw it! If only you could see her when she's working on a new design, or the way she bosses people around, I love how focused she is and how powerful she looks. It makes me want to kiss her and make love to her right on her desk. It's a pity that her walks are transparent though...

Regardless of that, I can say that I am happy. I am secretly thankful to her because she hasn't talked to other guys or slept with anyone. Believe me, if that ever happens, my heart will break. Not that I don't deserve it, I completely do. I just don't want to know that I'm no longer the only man that has been with her. It won't make me love her any less, it's just, I don't know. No matter what happens or what I do, I know that I'll always be her first and only. And now that there's a chance that it might not be, it makes me want to vomit if I'm being honest. It's childish, I know, but I can't help it.

I haven't noticed the time until now, I better finish this paperwork so I can head into her office and take her home. Maybe I could cook some tacos tonight. She loves the ones I make because I learned from a Mexican chef. Anyways, that's irrelevant. I stop putting the documents away when I hear a knock on the door.

"Hey, got a second?" My secretary asks, popping her head through the door.

"Not really, I'm kinda rushing, but what's up?"

"This will only take a minute, I promise." She gives me a soft smile, and I feel guilty in denying her request.

"Alright, what do you have for me?" She comes in, wearing a half-opened coat and I can see her red sensual lingerie. "God! What are you doing?" I look away, gesturing for her to stop.

"Well, truth is, I heard you guys were getting a divorce and..."

"Wait! What? Who said that? Not to mention, this is completely inappropriate, please cover yourself up!"

"It's...not true?" She asks, slowly closing her coat, unsure.

"Of course it isn't! Jesus, we are going through a rough patch but we are not getting divorced. Not if I can help it." I add, packing up my things quicker. I need to get out of here as soon as possible.

"But everyone is saying that you guys are basically separated"

"Well, you can tell them to fuck off, alright?"

"But-But people have seen her on dates with other men..."

I pause, uncertain. My heart breaks and I momentarily wonder if that's how Bridgette felt when she found out.

"They have?"

"Yes...remember Clark? He was seen asking her out as she was talking to her secretary, she's the one that told me."

"I see..." I take a deep shaky breath, there is no need to panic, not yet. Maybe she is just making it out now to get me to sleep with her. "Well, thanks for telling me. And I am flattered, but please, don't ever do that to me again."

"Understood. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just...please get out of here."

"Yes, sir...but are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm damned sure! Jesus..."

"Alright, sorry, I'll leave."

She does as she promises, and I am left alone in my office. The frame on my desk, a picture of Bridgette and I on our first anniversary when we were young.

I've made lots of mistakes, I'll never deny that. But the biggest one was not wanting her in my life. Younger me had no idea how much she would mean to me. Look at me, I am sad, no, devastated that what my secretary said might be true. What if she's seeing other men? If she is, it's just a matter of time until she leaves, I signed the papers, she's free.

But I don't want her to be free. Not yet, I still have 11 months to go.

I grab my keys and my suitcase, I leave with haste. She's not going to leave, not on my watch.

I run to the elevator, and the journey to the floor below is eternal. Her office is there, there's still time. I have to pick her up, either way, maybe she's still...

The elevator doors open, and I see the office.

She's laughing.

And he's standing close, smiling.

No. NO!

The elevator doors are closing again before I even get a chance to leave but I stop them with my hand.

No! I still have 11 more months!

I walk, I try to walk at a normal pace so I appear composed. They haven't noticed me yet, but they can if they look through the glass.

"Honey?" I call, as I open the door, not bothering to knock.

"Just one second, Clark was just telling me the funniest story."

"Yes, if you could wait outside?" The bastard asks.

"Excuse me? That's my wife."

"Well, you didn't seem to care when-"

"Did she tell you? And what did you do? Did you sleep with her to make her feel better? What a great sacrifice." I mock, quickly losing my calm.

"FELIX!" She yells, both Clark and I jump slightly. "Wait outside!"

"But-"

"Did I stutter?"

"Sorry" Clark mockingly apologizes.

"You know what? I'll see you at home"

"But-But I thought we were going to go home together-"

"Not anymore."

"I-"

"Mr. Agreste...she told you to leave" I ignore him, staring at my wife. She looks so angry. I wonder if she is saying that I lost my chance.

"You signed the papers..." I whisper halfheartedly, the realization hits me. She looks down and gulps.

"Felix, I haven't and you know that. But I am VERY close in signing them if you do not leave my office right now!" With my heart a little at ease, I finally do as I'm told and wait outside. Yeah, I was not going home after this fight. I am well aware that she can see me through the glass, but I'll wait for her.

I'm no longer running away from my mistakes.

I can hear her apologize to him and laugh some more. I wait for a total of 30 minutes before he comes outside.

"You should let her go," Clark says, putting on his coat.

"I don't have to listen to you." I seethe.

"You can come in now, Felix" Bridgette's voice can be heard from inside the office.

"Good luck dude, you'll need it."

"Don't talk to me as if we were pals." I say as I walk towards the door "And if I ever see you flirt again with my wife, I'll beat you. Understood?" I don't bother to give him one last look, I just open the door and leave him behind.

"Felix..." Bridgette calls in a warning tone.

"I know, I know what you're going to say. Alright? And let me get ahead of you, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm an idiot, I know that."

"You are...but I get it."

"You do?"

"I do." She sighs. "It's kinda nice to know that you're protective of me. Even if you didn't do it in the classiest way" She admits.

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, I really didn't think you cared about me since I found out about her. I thought that maybe you just stayed with me out of an obligation more than love."

"How could you think that? I thought I showed you how much I loved you every day."

"Yeah, well, it's pretty hard to believe all the 'I love you's when you leave your wife to see your side woman."

"Yeah well..."

"Let's go home, alright?"

"That's it? You're not going to yell at me or tell me to fuck off?"

"Nope" She stands up, grabbing her purse "but I will make you pay for that kind of embarrassment."

"What will you do?" She starts walking towards the door, I move aside so she can leave first.

"I'll go out with him, and...ah, what the hell. I'll even fuck him. And you know what? You can't say anything against it."

My heart breaks for the second time today as she opens the door. She only gives me a side glance before leaving the room.

This is going to hurt more than I thought.

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