A few days had past since the divorce had been finalized. The pain of Theresa's marriage ending was slowly improving everyday, but even so her heart ached whenever anyone mentioned Fox's name around her. Theresa had been lucky enough to not encounter his presence in public so far. Theresa knew though that wouldn't always be the case however.

"Theresa, honey, are you sure you don't want me to stay for the night? I honestly don't mind being here," Whitney told her as Theresa absently kept herself busy with non-important things.

"You may not mind, but I do, Whit," Theresa sighed. "I'm not a little vulnerable girl anymore. I can handle the pain just fine by myself. If you really want to help me out, you'll go have dinner with Chad and tell him how much you'll always love him."

"Theresa..." Whitney began, but was cut off by Theresa instantly.

"I won't hear of any excuses, Whit. Please, just go see Chad."

Whitney gave up, she didn't want to argue with Theresa, especially with her in her fragile case. Whitney grabbed her things, kissed Theresa goodbye, and left to go see Chad. Theresa was now left by herself with the thoughts that ran throughout her head. Ever since Fox left, Theresa's thoughts had haunted her at night causing her to lose countless hours of sleep. Theresa had turned into a walking zombie the way that she fought to stay awake all the time. Whitney was the only one who seemed to notice that Theresa was slowly setting herself up for a mental breakdown or possibly even worse. Theresa was too blind to even realize that she barely ate or slept anymore. If not for Whitney bringing meals over everyday, Theresa and the children would have starved.

Besides Whitney and Chad, there was no one else for Theresa to count on for things like that. Luis and Sheridan had moved overseas once Alistair suddenly died of a heart attack a few years earlier. She understood why Luis and Sheridan needed to leave, so she didn't hold them responsible for not coming back when tragedy stuck. Theresa couldn't hold anything against Miguel either when he left to go find Charity. Being the big believer in fate that she was, Theresa also understood that you only find your soul mate once in your life and to not put up a fight for them would be the biggest mistake in your life. Paloma though was a different story. Theresa had not heard from Miguel when Pilar took ill. No one knew anything about his where abouts so it was impossible to contact him. Luis could not make it down either because he himself was in the hospital after being in a car accident that killed his youngest daughter. Paloma though, after receiving countless phone calls and emails refused to come and say her final goodbye to her own mother. Theresa could not understand this and vowed not to ever forgive her the day that Pilar died.

Deciding that she had to keep herself busy and awake, Theresa made a pot of coffee as she removed a small pill bottle from her purse and swallowed three pink pills. Instantly Theresa felt as though some of the weight on her shoulders had been carried away. Now feeling much better, Theresa decided that she could do some cleaning that she had put off for the longest time. 'Anything to keep my sanity,' Theresa thought. Tears came to her eyes as she dusted off the last photo that she took with Pilar before her death. Just staring at that photo brought her back to that day, the day that she died when her mother died.

"Are you sure Paloma said she was coming?" A pale, and very weak Pilar asked as she tried to gasp for air.

Theresa sat with a guilty conscience trying to decide whether or not she wanted to give her mother hope or sadness before she died. She knew in her head that Paloma was not going to come home, but in her heart there was a tiny chance that she would follow her heart and do the right thing. Theresa was not going to bust her mother's hopes just then so she lied, "I'm sure, Mama. Paloma always jumped at the chance of coming home to Harmony. I'm sure she's on a plane head right to Harmony."

Pilar could feel her breathing become more intense with every breath she struggled to make. She knew it was now or never to tell Theresa what she felt she needed to know. As she took a deep breath, that felt harsh to her, Pilar said, "Theresita, I won't be around for much longer and I just need to tell you how proud I am of you. I've had the privilege of watching you grow into a mature, beautiful, young lady. I use to be worried about you. I worried that you'd be lost if something ever happened to me, but I'm not worried anymore. You can take care of yourself if worse comes to worse, but you won't have to ever worry about that. Fox will be there right by your side to help you whenever you need him. Don't ever keep any secrets from him or the people you love. I know you have learned your lesson in that, but always keep that in mind. Whatever you do though, give Fox the benefit of doubt. He's a good man and he's your other half. You both complete each other. Promise me you'll always remember that, Theresita."

"I promise," Theresa said as the tears trickled down her cheeks. Theresa awoke a few hours later to the sound of Pilar's monitor going off. Pilar had past away in her sleep peacefully without any worries or feeling any pain. As she pressed her mother's cold hand against her cheek, Theresa softly said, "I promise, Mama. I promise."

She could feel all their eyes on her as she pushed the cart down the isle at the grocery store, with looks of pity all on their faces. Theresa didn't pity herself so she didn't see why they had to. Every now and then when she was minding her own business people Theresa knew fairly well would come up and tell her how sorry they were. Theresa thought that they were referring to her widely publicized divorce to the Crane heir, but little did she know the truth until she stood in the checkout line and saw the headline in the paper.

Fox Crane Files For Full Custody In Bitter Divorce Battle

Theresa nearly fainted upon reading the headline. Never in her life was she as shocked as she was just then. Theresa was determined to find out the truth about this, so she left her cart and ran to her car. Theresa drove to the Crane mansion, a place which she had hoped never to visit again. She pounded on the door furiously until finally someone came to answer.

"Where is he!?" Theresa demanded to know as she pushed Ethan out of her way. "Is he upstairs?" She asked as she stopped half-way up the stairs until she heard his voice.

"I'm right here," he said calmly as he appeared from behind closed doors.

"You bastard!" She cried out as she ran down the stairs towards him. Ethan prevented her from doing anything she would later regret though by holding her back. She struggled to break free from his hold as she yelled at Fox in disgust. "How could you do this to me!?! I loved you once and this now is how you plan on repaying me?"

"Theresa, just calm down and we can talk things over."

"You want to talk things over, Fox? If you want to talk, talk to my lawyer," Theresa said as she finally broke free of Ethan's hold and left.

"You do realize that she's not going to give you custody that easy, right?" Ethan asked as soon as Theresa had left. Ethan remembered his experience of fighting Theresa several times in the courts before. From what he could remember Theresa had won the ruling in her favor more times than anyone else.

"I'll fight until the end," Fox said very determined to win. "Alex and Alexis are Cranes and they deserve to live the life of a Crane."

Theresa collapsed onto the floor of her home as soon as she had closed the door behind her. She was in shock, but in more pain. To see Fox like that only cut her wound deeper causing her to feel when she didn't want to feel anymore pain. She managed to wipe away her tears and find the pills in her purse. Taking five this time, Theresa laid on the floor unconscious. No one was there to help her; once again she was all alone.