Spencer was surprised to see Delia at the lab on Saturday.

"Gosh, Delia, don't you ever go home?"

"I could say the same thing about you, Spencer," Delia said as she examined a specimen under the microscope. "Why are you here?"

"I had a couple of things I needed to finish up from yesterday. Why are you here?"

"Oh, I had a couple of things I needed to finish up from yesterday," she said with a grin.

"Well, don't work too hard," Spencer said as he nudged her. "That husband of yours will start to get lonely if you're here all hours of the day and night."

As Spencer left, Delia thought about what he had said. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly noon.

I think I'll surprise Will by showing up for lunch, Delia thought as she slipped off her lab coat.

---

As she opened the apartment door, Will was nowhere to be found.

"Will?"

She heard a scuffling in the bedroom.

Must be taking a nap, she thought. Then with a smile, Delia decided to join her husband. The thought of a quick round of love-making certainly was appealing.

Delia opened the bedroom door. Will was in bed, but he wasn't alone. Lying naked atop him was a woman with short black hair. Both were too engrossed in what they were doing to notice Delia.

"Will?" Delia croaked in a strangled voice.

Both occupants of the bed turned at the sound of her voice. That was when Delia saw that the dark-haired woman was Janine.

"Oh, damn," Will swore at the sight of his wife.

Numb with shock at the sight of her husband and his ex-girlfriend making love in their bed, Delia stood staring dumbly at them for a moment, then ran crying out of the apartment.

---

"Why did he do this to me? Why?" Delia wailed as she leaned against a tree. Since she had nowhere else to go, she ended up back at the gardens of the Oak lab. As she sobbed, a curious Weepinbell came up to her and nudged her leg.

"Oh, Weepinbell," Delia said as she picked up the Pokémon and cradled it to her. "Why did he do this to me?"

"Weepin," the Pokémon said sympathetically as it cuddled against her, trying to console the crying human.

Professor Oak, returning from checking the electric-type Pokémon at the preserve surrounding the ranch, heard a noise in the garden and decided to investigate. He was surprised to see Delia there, holding a Weepinbell in her arms.

"Delia? I didn't know that you were here."

Delia quickly wiped away her tears. The last thing she wanted to do was appear like a hysterical woman who couldn't control her emotions in front of her boss. After all, scientists were supposed to be logical, clinical, detached.

"I…I wanted to do a little extra work, so I decided to come in today," she said hastily, not looking at him.

Professor Oak noticed that Delia seemed upset about something. He could hear it in her voice.

"Delia, is everything all right?"

"Oh, yes. Fine," she lied as she tried to regain her composure.

"Weepin," said the Pokémon.

Tattletale, Delia thought bitterly.

Professor Oak sat down on the bench next to her.

"You're not all right, are you?"

Delia didn't answer. She was biting her lip, trying hard not to break down crying again.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Professor Oak said sympathetically.

Delia shook her head.

"Is it something here at work? Is there a problem with your research? If you tell me what's wrong, I might be able to help you."

Delia shook her head again. "It's…it's not work." She desperately choked back tears. The last thing she wanted to do was burden her boss with her personal woes.

"Delia, even though we've been working together for just a few days, I hope that you'll consider me a friend. I really would like to help you if I can."

Overwhelmed by his concern for her, Delia broke down weeping. "He…he…I saw him in bed with…with…"

Alarmed by her reaction, Professor Oak took Delia in his arms. Weepinbell quickly jumped out of Delia's lap and curled up against her feet.

"Will…he was in bed with…with her," she sobbed against his shoulder.

"Will? Your husband?"

Delia nodded. "He and Janine, they were…they were…" Fresh tears started to flow.

Professor Oak then understood that Delia had caught her husband in bed with another woman.

"Why did he do this to me? Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Oh, Delia." Professor Oak began stroking her hair in an attempt to console her. "It's not your fault."

"But why would he do this to me? Why?"

"I don't know, Delia."

She buried her face in his neck and cried even harder.

His heart went out to her. Delia was a sweet, trusting girl, and now her husband was cheating on her. It just wasn't fair.

Delia wept for several minutes more, then finally sighed and relaxed against him. With some unease, Professor Oak realized that he didn't want to let her go. He hadn't held a woman in his arms since his wife died and holding Delia like this stirred up old memories, old urges.

"Thank you, Professor," Delia said as she wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry about your lab coat. I've smeared makeup all over it."

"Don't worry about it. I have about twenty of these. Are you going to be all right?"

Delia nodded. "Guess I have to figure out what I'm going to do now." She stood up. "Good-bye, Professor."

No, it just wasn't fair, he thought as he watched her go.

---

When Delia returned to her apartment, her heart sank when she saw that Will and most of his things were gone. A note scrawled on the back of a piece of junk mail sat in the middle of the kitchen table. With trembling hands, Delia picked it up and started to read:

"Dear Delia. Sorry that you saw Janine and me together, but I think we both know that it wasn't working out between us anyway."

But I thought it was.

"Janine and I were meant to be together. I know that now after today. Sorry about how things worked out between you and me. You're really a nice girl, Delia. Too nice for a guy like me. Hope you find someone else. Will."

It's over, Delia thought as she collapsed in the kitchen chair and started weeping again.