A/N: Yay! More Passions! Ethan/Theresa fans, this is your warning: this is a Therox fic.

Ethan's POV.

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"Too Little, Too Late"

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Theresa and I had something special. I loved her so much, and she loved me back just as much. She did so much to protect me. She jumped down an elevator shaft- she even went to the death chamber for me. Lucky for her, it was all a clever ruse set up by Alistair, but at the time she didn't know that.

But she also lied to me. Not just once, but repeatedly. About marrying Julian and then being pregnant with his son! I realize she was drunk at the time, but she still lied about what she'd done.

I couldn't trust her, but I could trust Gwen. I think that's why I kept going back and forth between the two. I don't think I ever loved Gwen the way I love Theresa.

Then finally I began to trust her. I told her. I never actually asked her to marry me but it wasn't hard to figure out what I meant. Then I found out Gwen was pregnant- with my child. I wanted so badly to be with Theresa, but I felt a responsibility to Gwen that I mistook for love. So in the end I choose Gwen. I proposed to her right in front of Theresa, and grew to regret it.

One night I heard Theresa screaming. Gwen told me not to go. She said it was another trick, but I didn't listen. Good thing too, because it wasn't a trick at all- it was Fox.

Fox and Theresa grew close quickly and I hated it. I thought it was because Fox was such a horrible person, but after a little while I realized I would have felt the same way if it were any other man. It was because I was jealous. I still loved Theresa.

But by the time I realized that, it was too late. My child was nearly six. I couldn't abandon him. Not now- not that I could have before.

And of course, there was that other problem. It had been six years, after all, and Theresa seemed to be completely over me and completely in love with Fox.

I saw her looking at him all the time- a look rather like the one she used to give me. Every time it made my heart hurt.

Eventually Fox proposed, and Theresa gleefully accepted.

I was heartbroken. I told Gwen I was sick and stayed in bed for at least three days after their wedding. I felt like I was going to die when they said their vows, and more so when they kissed.

Before the wedding I told myself that Fox was just her second choice. That I would always be first in her heart. But afterwards I couldn't say that.

In her vows she said this to Fox: "I once loved another, but he broke my heart by choosing a different woman for his wife. Then you came along. Everyone else said you were a horrible person but you weren't. You were wonderful. You helped me give up and get over my old love. You were always there for me. I could always be myself with you. I never had to lie when I was with you. I could tell you anything and everything. I never expected it, but I fell in love with you. It's a love I'd never felt. A love I can't put into words. All I know is that I need to be with you. I couldn't live with myself if I let you go. It's fate."

I barely made it through without throwing up. It made me sick to see them together. It hurt.

Theresa had loved me. I loved her. But I ruined it. I ended it. I'd lost her, Theresa, the love of my life, to Fox, of all people. He always said I got everything. Our mother's love, Julian's and Alistair's attention.

But in the end he won. He won the only thing that really mattered.

He won Theresa.

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