AN: Thank you for your reviews! I love you guys! And I knew you people would hate me for killing off Sakura's baby. But this just shows you that anything can happen in my story. I'm just trying to make this story, and any other stories I had written or plan to write, as realistic as possible: Meaning that in order to reach your happy ending, expect a lot of hardships on the way.

Now on with the story!

Affairs of the Heart

Chapter Thirteen

Chen found Syaoran sitting on the chair in the hallway as he got off the elevator. He took a deep breathe, his eyes closing briefly as he prepared himself.

He walked slowly towards him. Syaoran's head didn't even rise when Chen sat down next to him.

"The baby is dead" Syaoran spoke thinly after a few minutes of silence. "The Dr. told me they weren't able to save the infant. It was already dead when they opened Sakura's womb."

Chen bit his tongue from cursing out loud. Unlike Syaoran, Chen was an expert at keeping his feelings inside when he wanted to. His face was blank, but rage shook him inside. Rage and guilt.

Syaoran had called earlier, saying that Mrs. Tsuchida was in the hospital with multiple stab wounds, possibly caused by Tsuchida himself.

Possibly caused by the pictures Chen gave him.

"Had they contacted her family?"

"No. Not yet. They aren't able to get into contact with her brother. He lives in Canada, and if they can't reach him that's probably because he's on his way back over there. He's protective of her, you know?"

"What about friends?"

"They don't have any of her friends' numbers, especially with Blossom Petal closed."

"Where is she right now?" he asked in a strained voice, the only sign that could give away what he was feeling.

"They are putting her in a private room. I can't see her yet." His head, which had been bowed, finally rose. "It's my fault."

"Do not blame yourself Xiao-Lang."

"Why not? I killed that baby."

"You didn't kill it. I'm the one who gave Tsuchida the pictures-"

"Because I told you to. I threatened you, all because I wanted her to be hurt. I didn't want her to be happy, the way I thought she had been. I wanted her to be alone and miserable." He gave a harsh laugh. "And what's stupid is the fact that I wanted her to be miserable for the exact same thing I had done to her. I'm such a hypocrite, pretending to be happy with Lydia and our baby. It never occurred to me that Sakura could be pretending too. All those few moments that I spotted her on the street, she was with Tsuchida, a smile on her face. I didn't know that Tsuchida was beating her, that it was all pretend."

"How do you know Tsuchida was beating her?"

"Because I remember several months ago a bruise on her cheek. It was while we were still together. I asked her who hit her, but she merely lied and said that no one hit her. I didn't believe her. Now I know who gave her that bruise."

Syaoran's face was vacant as he stared at the white wall across from him. "I'm guilty. I killed her baby. I hurt Sakura. I just made her lose the only possible thing that was good in her life. I . . ."

I love her . . .

He was in love with her. He blinked as the realization rang true. He loves Sakura. Ironic how he just figures it out at the worst time possible.

So that's why he felt so betrayed, why he wanted to hurt her. He loves her, and the betrayal was so deep, so raw, that he couldn't stand it. And when he saw her one day, with a round belly, the betrayal sunk deeper because she had been pregnant with a child that wasn't his. With Tsuchida's child.

"I love her, Chen" he stated, fascination clearly in his voice. "I . . . Love her."

"I know" Chen said, and when Syaoran looked at him he explained "It was obvious with the way you were acting. If you hadn't been in love with her, you would have gotten over her already. It has been six months- that's more than enough time for you to get over the whole affair thing if you hadn't loved her. But even after six months, you still wanted to hurt her, to make her miserable, for a betrayal that you found out so long ago. You being in love with her was the only explanation."

"But how can I love two women?"

"Believe it or not, Xiao-Lang, it's very possible to be in love with two people. The question is, which one is worth losing the other?"

They were quiet then, waiting.

It was a whole half-hour before Dr. Yoshida returned. Syaoran stood up immediately. The doctor glanced at Chen curiously before looking at Syaoran. "She woke up, and is in her room."

"Did you tell her about the baby?"

"Yes. We couldn't keep it from her."

"How did she take it?" Chen asked.

Dr. Yoshida gave him a look. "The only way a future mother would take it. She's devastated. A nurse is in there trying to calm her down. When the nurse comes out you'll be able to go see her."

Syaoran nodded, impatience eating at him. He wanted to see Sakura now, not wait for a nurse to come out. But would she want to see him? Especially when he tells her it's all his fault her baby is dead?

It was another half hour before the nurse came out, nodding in his direction and telling him without words he can go in.

Syaoran looked at Chen, a little scared. "I don't know what to say . . ."

"I don't know what you can say either, Xiao-Lang. But sometimes, unprepared speeches are the best ones to give. Just speak from the heart."

"What if she doesn't want to see me?"

Chen merely shook his head. "I don't know." He couldn't help him. How, when Chen hadn't been the one dating her? He doesn't know her, doesn't know her personality. "You just have to go in there and see what happens. I'll be right out here."

Syaoran nodded and slowly walked towards her room. He may have been impatient, but now he wasn't so sure if he wanted to see her.

Mostly because he was scared that she wouldn't want to see him.

He opened the door and looked inside. His eyes immediately went to the figure on the bed, who was facing the window, her back facing him.

"Please" came her whisper, which was choked up. "Whoever you are, just go away."

He took a deep breathe. "I know you probably don't want to see me Sakura-"

He was cut off when she jolted up in a sitting position and stared at him, her eyes wide. Even from the doorway, he can see her eyes were red and wet.

"Syaoran!" She cried, and she tried to get out of her bed.

"No!" He closed the door and rushed to her side, pushing her back on the bed and covering her with the blanket she had thrown off.

He was surprised when she clenched his shirt and began to cry. He automatically wrapped his arms around her and sat on the bed next to her. He made soothing sounds in her ear, rubbing his hand up and down her back, although he was quite tense. He wasn't hesitating in reassuring her because he knew it was his fault she was crying. Plus, it felt so damn good to have her back in his arms. Until now, he hadn't realized just how much he missed her, how much he just wanted to hold her. He involuntarily tightened his hold on her as her body shook from her sobs.

"I l-lost my b-baby" she sobbed. "Kiyo f-found out about u-us and killed my b-baby."

Only because I made Chen send him those pictures, he thought.

"I need to tell you something Sakura" he whispered when her sobs calmed down several minutes later, unsure of whether this was the best time or not. But he felt that if he didn't tell her now, he never would. "The only reason why Tsuchida found out about us . . ."

She quieted down, although she was gasping slightly. "Yeah?" He almost cringed at how thick her voice sounded.

"It's because I made my friend send pictures of us to him."

She stilled in his arms, and because he could only see the top of her head, he didn't know what she was feeling. He doggedly plowed on, determined to tell her the truth, hoping that she won't blame him. But if she kicked him out, then he deserved it. "Me and my friend had made a plan to get our money back from Tsuchida, because he stole from us. Chen, my friend, was to follow you around and get pictures of you with a lover, if you had any. But we didn't know that your lover was me, because I didn't know that you and Tsuchida were married. After six months of finding out who you were, I wanted to hurt you badly because you seemed so happy. I was so damn miserable without you, but I pretended I was happy. It never occurred to me that you might have been pretending to. So Chen sent those pictures because I threatened him. I hadn't known Tsuchida would hurt you physically. I just thought he would divorce you." He sighed. "If there's anyone to blame about your baby, it's me."

She didn't say anything, she didn't even move. Her hands were still clenching his shirt, and her breathing was very controlled, but other than that she was doing nothing.

"Sakura?" he questioned quietly, unsure. He didn't like her silence. He wanted a response, a scream, a cry, an attack, anything. But he couldn't stand her silence. "Please say something."

Slowly she raised her head and looked at him. Her emerald eyes were shining as tears slid down her cheek. He hated the fact that she was crying, and wanted to wipe her tears away, but she might not want him to. So he stayed still.

"Kiyo is the blame" she said thickly. He blinked with surprise. "I've been waiting for him to beat me for so long, but he never did. All he ever did was rape me. I should have left him, but I didn't because I was so scared to. Yes, those pictures ignited his rage which led to my baby's-" She gulped and then sighed shakily. "My baby's death, but it wasn't your fault. Kiyo shouldn't have abused me, shouldn't have hurt me, no matter what I did. No matter if I deserved it for cheating on him."

"How can you say that? You didn't deserve this. You didn't deserve losing your baby. And Tsuchida isn't the blame. I'm the blame. I sent those pictures, which resulted in you getting hurt. I'm the reason your baby is dead." He thought he didn't want her to blame him, but he found himself giving her reasons to blame him. He didn't want her forgiveness, her quiet reassurance that it was Tsuchida's fault, because then he'll end up forgiving himself, and he didn't want to forgive himself. He wanted Sakura to hate him, damn it. To curse him to hell, to attack him. God knows he deserves it, for thinking he had the right to punish her for something that he had done to her as well. Almost desperately, he said "Why aren't you getting mad at me? Screaming at me and punching me?"

"Because of what you said: You have been miserable. You weren't happy. And I do believe that this situation is making you more miserable. Self-blame is the strongest punishment of all, even though I don't blame you and I don't think you should blame yourself either. And because . . ." Her lip shook slightly. "Oh God" she whispered, and wiped her eyes with one hand. "I thought you wouldn't care if I ever told you this . . . This probably wouldn't have happened if I had just told you this . . ."

"What?"

She sniffled, looking at him straight in the eye. He saw all the sadness she felt in her emerald pools, and a little bit of nervousness. Why was she nervous?

"My baby . . ." She paused, and he heard her mutter to herself. A curse. One of the bad ones. He has never heard her curse that bad. He would have smiled, if it wasn't for a feeling that kept telling him to prepare himself for what she was about to say.

She sighed "There was a fifty-fifty chance that my baby could have been yours . . ."

He could have sworn his heart stopped beating at those very words. His eyes widened. "The baby . . . Could be mine?" How many times had he questioned himself if her baby was his? And how many times had he rejected the idea?

And to find out that all this time it could have been his . . .

She nodded slowly, and when he didn't say anything it was her turn to explain. "I thought you were so happy with your wife and your baby with her that I didn't want to intrude in your happiness with the idea that my baby could be yours. Plus, I was so scared that you wouldn't care at all. I was nothing but your mistress, so I assumed that you would just give me the cold shoulder."

His heart pounded against his chest, and suddenly his throat clogged, his eyes burning. He wanted to cry. For the first time since he hit manhood, he wanted to cry. For Sakura, for himself, for the baby . . . For his baby . . .

"I'm so sorry" he blurted, and he knew he hadn't successfully held his tears at bay. He could feel wet tracks down his cheeks. "I am so sorry" he repeated, this time in a whisper.

"Oh, please don't cry . . ." She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, placing a hand behind his head so that his face was in between her neck and face. His arms went around her tiny waist, and he hugged her tightly, letting everything he felt get out of him.

Everything was just too much for him to bear. He didn't care what she said. He killed her baby, and he might have killed his own child. Everything that was wrong started the moment Lydia threw her party. They would have found out about each other's spouses anyways, but possibly in a different way, and without a crowd. And maybe her baby would have lived, maybe he would have realized sooner how he felt about her, maybe he would have realized that Kiyo was abusing her sooner . . .

So many maybes, so many possibilities, but none of that mattered.

None of that except for the way things had already went.

Then a need in him built up so strong that he couldn't ignore it. He just couldn't. He raised his head and crushed his lips against hers, loving her with so much love he couldn't understand why it had happened to him.

Sakura let him kiss her, even allowed him to deepen it. She wanted this, has wanted it for so long.

He hadn't killed her daughter. He hadn't.

The nurse had told her the sex of the baby earlier, after they told her that her baby was dead. She remembered very little of the attack, didn't even remember when she called the police after Kiyo left. All she remembered was Kiyo stabbing her in the stomach over and over again, mumbling the same line over and over again: It must not happen.

Her baby must not be born, because her baby might not be his. His goal wasn't to kill her, but to kill her baby.

He succeeded.

She didn't know what happened to her husband, and didn't care.

When she had finished crying earlier, she told the nurse that she wanted a DNA test, immediately. All they needed was a DNA sample from Kiyo, and she knew that Kiyo had cut himself the day before and had thrown away the band-aid he had used in the trash can in their bathroom. She had told the nurse to tell the police to retrieve that band-aid, and they could use the dried blood as a sample. She hadn't known how she was going to get Syaoran's DNA, but at that moment she hadn't really cared.

The nurse had been confused, but went to do as told.

Sakura had been utterly shocked when Syaoran came into the room. At first she hadn't wanted to talk to anybody, but when she heard his voice she couldn't help herself but cry out his name, with love and happiness. She had even attempted to get out of bed. She wanted to hold him so much!

When he confessed about the pictures and started to blame himself over the death of the baby, only one line stood out: He had been miserable. He hadn't been happy, the way she thought he had. He had been just as miserable as she was. She knew right then and there that she couldn't blame him. Why, when she has always known that Kiyo would beat her? Syaoran hadn't known the type of man her husband was, and he assumed that when Kiyo saw those pictures, he would do the what any ordinary man would do: divorce her. But Kiyo wasn't ordinary, and Syaoran hadn't known that because she never spoke a word of it. The only people who knew was her family, who had tried to make her leave him.

If Syaoran had been happy, enjoying life, then she would have screamed her head off at him because then he would have come here, try to make amends about her baby, maybe blame himself a little, and leave to go back to his wife, leaving her more miserable than what she had already been while he goes on being happy. She would have blamed him for everything.

But he hadn't been enjoying life. He hadn't enjoyed being with his wife, and, as horrible as it sounds, she was glad, because that meant he was here for her, to help her through this time of crisis, that she was important enough for him to drop everything and be here with her, kissing her. She meant something to him, and that destroyed all anger she could ever feel for him. What destroyed her anger even more was knowing that he wasn't here to make her forgive him just so he could go back to Lydia and be guilt free- she could tell with the way he blames himself for everything, wanting her to blame him too, instead of trying to ask for her forgiveness. Maybe she should be mad at him for trying to destroy her marriage, but what's the point? If Syaoran had destroyed her marriage, he would have just given her a way out, a reason to go to Canada without fear.

Besides, this was her fault as well as his, because she hadn't told him the truth the moment she had found out she was pregnant, that he could have been her baby's father. She hadn't left her husband, the way she should have. She hadn't done anything except stay with her husband, let him control her, and allow her fear to consume her.

Syaoran shouldn't blame himself.

The only person to blame for what happened to her was Kiyo.

Syaoran pulled his head back, looking at her with wet eyes. "I love you" he stated boldly, and she lost her breathe. Her eyes went wide as she looked into his Amber eyes "Damn it, Sakura, I love you so much."

He couldn't possibly love her. He was just so upset that he didn't know what he was saying. She meant something to him, but love? Impossible. She shook her head sadly. "No you don't."

"I do. I love you."

Why is he saying such foolish things? She loved him, and she knew that all she wanted was for him to love her, too. But she didn't want fake love. She didn't want the heat-of-the-moment love. And she definitely didn't want pity love.

"Syaoran, please listen to what you are saying."

"I am. I love you."

She truly wished he would stop saying that. "Please stop saying that" she whispered, begging him, not daring herself to believe.

Syaoran couldn't understand why she doesn't believe him. He knew it in his heart that he loved her, probably has always loved her since the day he met her. He had to make her believe him.

"No" he whispered and cupped her cheek. "This isn't something that I'm saying just because I'm upset. I'm saying it because it's true. I realized how I felt about you in such a simple way that it has to be true. No other woman has made my heart pound this way." He grabbed one of her hands and placed it over his heart, which was pounding just the way he said it would. "No other woman has made me go half-crazy just wanting her, the way I want you. And no other woman has made my life so meaningful the way you have. Believe me Sakura, I love you. I truly do."

She so wanted to believe him, but what about his wife?"

"And what about Lydia? What about the way she makes you feel?"

He shook his head. "She has never made me feel this way. Never." That was the truth, whether she believed it or not.

Chen said which one was worth losing the other, and he knew that Sakura was worth it. He already got a taste of what life would be without her during the past six months. He never wanted to go through that again.

He wasn't in love with two women, he realized. Some where along the way, he had fallen out of love with Lydia. The only woman he loved was Sakura. She has his heart, his soul, completely.

Sakura was his heart and soul.

"Please Sakura, believe me. I don't love Lydia. I love you. I love you so much that I feel like my heart is going to burst. You had hurt me so bad, and it shouldn't have hurt that way unless I love you."

She didn't want to believe him, she realized. What would happen between them if they admitted their feelings?

Possibly nothing. She didn't want his love if all that's going to happen was her losing it.

But she did believe him. It was there in his eyes, so focused and clear. There were no worries, no hesitations. He was telling her how he feels, straight from his heart.

She believed him.

"I love you too" she confessed quietly. He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again.

She stopped him by placing two fingers on his lips. "But we can't be together."

He blinked, and she saw confusion swirl in the depth of his eyes. "Why?"

"We can't continue to have an affair."

"We're not. I'm leaving Lydia."

She pulled back away from him, eye going wide. "You can't!" She exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Because she's your wife! She's pregnant! She needs you!"

"But I can't be with her if I don't love her."

"B-but you just can't leave her, unexpected and alone while she's pregnant."

"I'm going to divorce her. I'll still be a father to the baby. I'll give her a healthy settlement, and even after the divorce is final I'll pay child support. Hell, I'll give her the mansion, the car, anything she wants. But I can't be with her. I want to be with you."

She bit her lip. He was going to leave Lydia so he could be with her. But he couldn't do that. He shouldn't.

Especially when he and her still have issues to settle.

"Sakura, I need you in my life. You and I should be together. I know that now."

She shook her head slowly. "No, we shouldn't be together. It won't work."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Syaoran, I just lost my baby. This isn't the time, or the place, for you to try and rekindle what we had! It's wrong and selfish-"

"I know. Damn it, I know! I know I'm being a jerk for doing this to you now. I know you're probably wary and don't want to be in another relationship, don't even want to think of having another man in your life. But that's more reason for us to get together now." He thought of Tomoyo and when she lost her baby. "I don't want you going into a deep depression. And after just finding out that the baby could be mine, I don't want to fall into a deep depression either. We need each other, Sakura. We need each other's support."

"Syaoran, don't you see that we'll never have a normal relationship?"

All he gave her was a bewildered look. Why wasn't he thinking in terms of the future? Instead he was thinking of the present, of what they need right now. Sakura knew that she needed him now. Losing her daughter was devastating, and there was no one here to be with her, to comfort her.

Except Syaoran.

She would give anything to just say 'yes, I want to be with you' and let him hold her as she cries some more. But she didn't want to be a home-wrecker. When she had been dating him the only relationship she was risking was her own, or at least that's what she thought. She hadn't known that she was the 'other woman' in Syaoran's marriage.

She didn't want him to return to Lydia, to try and be happy with his wife again before she came along. But she didn't want to ruin his marriage, either. She didn't want to be responsible for having him leave his pregnant wife.

"Syaoran" she started out slowly, her voice still thick. "Do you honestly believe that we will be able to trust each other? We cheated on our spouses. There will always be a twinge of caution in each of us, wondering if the other will cheat like before."

"Sakura we love each other-"

"Didn't you love your wife? I had loved my husband. But we still cheated on them. We still ignored our vows, our rings-" She stopped and looked down at his left hand. His ring was there, but she had never seen it.

"That one night, when I came up to you, I had misplaced my ring" Syaoran said quietly. "And ever since then, every time we went out, I left it off."

"I misplaced my ring too" she confessed softly. She remembered how she had taken off her ring so she could wash the dishes, and then couldn't find it. She had feared that Kiyo would be angry so she had gone to the club to wait for him after work, and hoped he wouldn't notice. She had ended up finding it later.

Maybe it was meant that both had misplaced their rings. Or maybe it was coincidence.

Either way, they still ignored the band the symbolized their love for their spouses.

"We ignored everything that symbolized our love and marriage, and cheated on them. We had loved them, and still cheated on them" she said.

"It won't happen to us. I know it won't."

"Please, Syaoran. Just stop acting as if we will live happily-ever-after, because won't. We don't deserve it."

"The hell we don't. I probably don't deserve it, but you do. Sakura, after everything you went through, you deserve a happily-ever-after, and I want to be the one to give it to you. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for I did, for what I caused you. But Sakura, we definitely won't get a happily-ever-after if we don't try."

She wanted to cry again. She could feel her eyes burning. She was so sick of crying, but she couldn't help it.

"Yes, each of us will at one point wonder if the other is cheating, but every couple does. We just have to trust each other, Sakura."

"There's more to relationship than trust."

"Yeah, you're right. But we have more than trust. We have love."

She couldn't help but laugh at that, but it a humorless laugh. "Yeah, love. That's gonna help us. If we had loved our spouses the way we said we did we never would have cheated on them."

"You're right again. If we did love them the way we said we did we wouldn't have cheated on them. That only means that neither of us loved them the way we said we did, the way we should have. But there's nothing we can do about it. All I can tell you is that I love you, and that we need to be together."

"What makes you think that this same situation won't happen to us years later? What makes you think that neither of us will be here again with someone else trying to tell us that we didn't love each other the way we should have?"

"Because if I didn't love you I would have gotten over you by now. I wouldn't have been stuck with thoughts of you, with dreams of you, during these past few months. If I didn't love you I wouldn't have come here when I saw that you were hurt and confess what I had done. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have told you how I felt." He grasped her hands, which were shaking. "And if I didn't love you, I wouldn't have figured it out so long after we broke up. I wouldn't have come here, knowing that I love you and that I want to be with you, even though you could have had someone else's baby."

"People would think that you came here only because I lost my baby. You thought it was Kiyo's baby, and now that it's-" she paused. Her baby wasn't an it. At least, not anymore. It was a girl. A sweet, baby girl. "Now that she's dead, no one is in your way" she finished quietly.

"You know deep down that isn't me." He clenched her hands. "A girl" he suddenly whispered.

She found herself smiling a little, although sad. "Yeah. I haven't seen her yet. I'm too scared to."

"The way you're scared to give us a chance." Syaoran suddenly realized the problem. "The way you're scared of being happy, of living life again."

"That's not-"

"It's true Sakura. You don't want to live life again because you're life became a nightmare the moment Tsuchida, that bastard, killed your baby. You're scared to try all over again, to live a new life because you think it will end in disaster as well. But most of all, you're scared to be happy because your baby will never be here to share it with you."

Sakura looked away. Was that true? Was she scared to be happy because her baby wasn't going to be here to enjoy it with her? Was she scared to renew her life because it might make her miserable?

"Oh, Syaoran" she whispered. She leaned her head forward so it could land on his chest. His hands moved up and down her back. "I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be responsible for Lydia losing you, but at the same time I went you with me. And I don't know what I'm going to do once Kiyo turns up from his hiding place. "

"Trust me, Sakura. All you have to do is trust me."

"I do. But I don't trust myself. " She looked up at him. "What if I cheat on you?"

"Sakura, you won't."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because you love me. Because you still trust me even after I told you it's my fault your daughter is dead."

"Syaoran it's not your fault! Kiyo would have found out about us anyways. He would have beat me anyways. And probably, he would have beat our baby."

His eyes became soft. "Our baby? Or your and Tsuchida's baby?"

She shook her head slowly and shrugged, already about to cry again. "I don't know. I want to say ours, but that only means that you lost a baby too. And I don't want to say that it's Kiyo's because since the day I found out I was pregnant I cringed every time I thought it was his baby. I so wanted it be yours!" She sighed shakily. "I asked for a DNA test. I wanted to know for sure who she belonged to."

"Whether she was his or mine, I'll still love you."

He hugged her, tucking the top of her head underneath his chin, and held her tightly.

They were quiet for a while, thinking of what will happen now. What will happen between them, what will happen if Kiyo shows up. What will happen with Syaoran's marriage to Lydia.

"I don't care what you say" he suddenly said. "You aren't responsible for Lydia losing me. I'm going to divorce her, and be with you."

"Syaoran you shouldn't-"

"No, Sakura. I don't love her. I love you. I won't stay with her. Even if you tell me to forget about us, I'll still divorce her. I can't stay with her if I don't love her."

"Syaoran-"

He shook his head. "No, Sakura. I just . . . I just can't. Maybe I'm a bastard for doing this to her but I'll be an ass for staying with her when I don't love her." He smiled. "I think I fell in love with you the moment you walked into that club. There's no other reason for me to just walk up to you and date you."

She sighed against his chest, staring at their hands that were clasped. Hers was so white and small in his big, rougher hand. So many differences between them . . .

Will they get over their differences?

"Do you . . . Do you still hate me for . . . For being married and not . . ."

She was saying it so slow that Syaoran already had his answer. "No. I don't hate you. I never had." He glanced down at the top of her head, hearing her soft sobs as she cried again. He closed his eyes, placing his chin on her head. "Now just cry until you can't cry anymore, okay? I'll be right here for you. I'll always will."

He felt her nod and then: "S-Syaoran?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being here with me" she whispered.

He kissed the top of her head. "There's no other place I'd rather be."

(Kiyo)

Tsuchida Kiyo walked down the street with a blank face. It was raining, and the streets were empty. Probably for the best, considering that he was so mad that he would punch the first person he sees, whether it be a man, a woman, or child. Age or gender doesn't matter anymore. He just needed someone to be there and stand still so he can release all his anger.

Stabbing that baby over and over again felt good, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. He wanted to do more damage; he needed another outlet to release his rage.

He looked at his hands. The rain helped wash away all the blood, and it helped wash away the blood on his clothing. That was good. Wouldn't do for anyone to see blood on him.

He should have washed his clothes, or changed out of them at least. But it never crossed his mind. All that blood freaked him out.

So much blood . . .

He remembered her sobs, in pain and in fear, and he remembered her slowly drifting away, her eyes fluttering as she tried to stay awake, her chest moving up slowly . . . Slowly . . . Slower . . .

He didn't know why he had left. Maybe he hadn't wanted to see her die.

He wondered if she was already dead. That thought made him happy. It served that woman right to be dead.

He stopped walking and blinked at the mansion he stopped in front of. Li's mansion. Was he in?

He stared at the gate for sometime, unsure if he wanted to go in now or wait for another day. What if Li really is in there? Would he kill him?

He smirked. Of course he would. Question was, did he feel like killing another person so soon after killing the baby belonging to his wife?

He raised his eyebrows when he saw a woman walking towards him, pausing behind the closed gate. It was Mrs. Li holding an umbrella, the one who was pregnant with Li's baby. He looked at the swell of her belly, and wondered if she knew who the baby of her father was. Just because a woman looked innocent didn't mean that she was.

"Tsuchida?" She questioned, raising a single eyebrow. "What are you doing here? You are all over the news. They say you stabbed your wife, and almost killed her. Is that true?"

So Sakura was alive. It's the only way to explain as to why he was on the news so soon. Sakura must have called the cops.

"She lied to me" he said softly. "My wife . . . She lied to me."

Lydia blinked, not getting any closer because he moved closer. Now the only thing separating them was the gate.

"How did she lie?"

"She was having an affair" he stated bluntly. He then added, without caring what she would say, "With your husband."

Lydia's umbrella fell from her hand, hitting the soft, wet ground. She stared at Kiyo, everything inside her going numb as the rain beat down on her head. Syaoran was having an affair?

Her Syaoran?

"That's impossible!" She exclaimed, denying the thought. "My husband loves me, I'm carrying his baby-"

"So? He doesn't care."

She raised a hand to her forehead, unsure of what to do. Her husband, the man she thought she knew, was sleeping with another woman? The interior decorator? The woman she invited to her party?

She had thought, at one point, that he was having an affair. It was when she couldn't get him to sleep with her. But she had dismissed the thought, thinking that he was too much of a gentleman to cheat on her.

"Are they . . . Are they still together?" She asked hoarsely.

"My wife claimed they weren't. Is your husband with you?"

She shook her head slowly. "No. The Help told me he went somewhere after watching a news report."

Her eyes went wide. "He went to her" she whispered. "Syaoran . . . went to her."

Kiyo clenched his hands. "My wife was pregnant, as you know" he said abruptly. "She doesn't know who the father was. It seems she had slept with both your husband and me on the same day."

She turned slightly away, thoughts running through her head. What now? She was too shocked to be angry, too worried. If her husband was having an affair, went to his mistress during a time of need . . . Did that mean he loves her?

Does that mean he will come back and ask for a divorce?

She went rigid with that thought. She was seven months pregnant. Just two more months. That's all she needed. Syaoran just couldn't divorce her now. Sheng will kill her! Her job was to keep Syaoran around until after the baby, that's all. Marry him, then have his baby. That's all she was supposed to do.

Damn it, Sheng had reassured her that Syaoran would never cheat on her. He said so himself! So if that man dares to blame her about this new, unexpected event, she was just going to say that it was all his fault! He's the one who said that the Little Wolf was too much of a gentleman to ever cheat on a woman, let alone leave her high and dry.

She clenched her hands. She had to calm down. It's not certain yet if Syaoran will ask for a divorce. That bought her a little time. Nor would she confront him about the affair. She would just have to act normal, as if Tsuchida hadn't just come up to her and told her that her husband was cheating on her.

She has to tell Sheng about this. Maybe he'll know what to do.

She looked at Tsuchida, staring at her with dilated eyes. His wife is the reason this was happening. How she trusted her! Lydia welcomed her into her home and she slept with her husband. She was going to make Sakura pay.

Lydia walked to the gate and pressed a button. It opened slowly, surprising him that she was opening the gate for him.

She walked up to him. "My husband will pay, I can reassure you of that. I can only assume you came here to kill him. But I can't let you do that."

"Why?"

"Because. You already murdered your wife's baby."

He smiled. "I did? I wasn't sure if I had succeeded."

"You did succeed. And I will finish the job of killing your wife."

"Why can't I do it?"

"Because I want to kill her. You already killed the baby. It's my turn to kill the mother." She tilted her head. "You are probably wondering why I'm not letting you kill my husband."

He nodded dumbly. She smirked. "Well then let me tell you why."

And as the rain poured down on them, they ignored it as Lydia calmly and coldly explained the plan that had been formed in the mind of a man who the Little Wolf knew all to well.

(Haru)

Haru looked down at the two people talking from his bedroom window. There was Lydia, talking to Tsuchida.

And Haru's baby was forming in her body.

He turned away, disgusted when she grabbed Tsuchida's hand and placed it on her belly. That man was a murderer. It was obvious with the way the news reports kept saying that Mrs. Tsuchida's baby was dead, and that Tsuchida was considered a suspect. How dare she allows that man to feel his child!

He stalked away from the window and sat down on the bed, thinking.

He knew where Syaoran was. He went to see Mrs. Tsuchida at the hospital. They didn't know it, but Haru had overheard their argument six months ago. He had been standing next to the door when they both came running out, mad as hell. He had hid behind a large plant that hid his body well, and had overheard them as they yelled at the other. It had been such a shock, but he never said a word of it.

Now he wondered if he should go to the hospital and tell Syaoran the truth. About everything. He already had formulated a plan to kidnap the baby after it was born. It was the only plan he could come up with in order to protect his baby.

But now he wasn't so sure. No doubt Tsuchida told Lydia about the whole affair her husband had with Tsuchida's wife. Why else would Tsuchida come after killing his wife's baby?

He doesn't know what will happen now, but if he wanted to save his baby, he would have to think of something fast, especially with Lydia now knowing what her husband did. And when she tells Sheng about it . . . God, who knows what might happen!

Haru lay back on his bed. There was only one idea that kept popping in his head, and that was to tell Syaoran the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

AN: Thirteen beautiful pages for all of you. Hope you liked this chapter. Well, I'll try to update the next chapter on Tuesday, okay? But you must review! So please review. Thank you!