Bree later on that day, stepped out with another man other than her husband and she couldn't help but feel even though she seemed so perfect, she was nervous. Andrew came and sat down in front of her, his stare causing her to look at him.

"What?" she asked, a sigh escaping her lips.

"You're just gonna give up on dad, just like that?" he exclaimed, unable to keep his emotions under wraps.

"Your father gave up on this marriage and me a long time ago Andrew, he told me to move on, so I am." She sighed before composing herself and smiled at him but he didn't smile back.

"Please don't give up on him mom, I want him back." Andrew whined, watching as she took a final look at her hair.

"I do too but there's nothing I can do." She looked down, unsure of what to say to make her son happier.

"Why can't you tell him you still love him?" he asked and she looked at him shocked. "I know you still do."

She turned away from him, allowing herself to readily compose herself.

"There's no use lying Andrew." She shook her head.

"I hear you crying at night." He almost whispered and her world fell apart.

"Andrew I do n-" she began but he interrupted her.

"I know because I can't sleep at night and it wasn't just the night he left. You sob until the early hours of the night, clutching that wedding picture in the frame that sits on the bedside table." He explained, willing her to look at him.

She slowly turned around.

"How'd you know that?" she asked, her mouth open.

"I saw the tear stains on the glass." He sighed, watching her expression change from upset to perfect once again.

"It was one time, I got over it." She smiled, seemingly throwing her son's accusations out the window.

"Mom goddamn it!" he hissed and she stared at him. "Why can't you just admit that everything is not ok? That everything is going wrong?"

"Because I would be lying." She insisted and he sighed as the doorbell rung and she turned away from the conversation. "I must be going. Don't stay up too late."

With that she left, left the conversation, left the house with her new 'boyfriend'.

Andrew slumped into the chair, angry with his mother and angry with his self; he had failed so there was only one more thing he could do as he reached over and picked up the phone.

Rex sat in the car just metres from the restaurant, watching as Bree walked in arm in arm with another man. But he didn't wasn't interested in that, he was only interested in one thing. He looked at her face; she was smiling and she was happy; not perfect smile happy, but really happy. This was something that upset him because she had never genuinely been happy with him; it was just the perfect smile she stuck on her face.

He didn't have time to think as his cell phone rang and he picked it up.

"Hey Andrew, no not now, I'm busy." He paused then sighed. "I know I can see her. No I did not follow her!"
Then she turned to look his way, almost as if her gaze was directed at him but then she looked away; he was invisible to her.

"No I'm coming home." Rex let out a resigned sigh as he hung up and started the car up.

Bree sat through the dinner sadly, she couldn't keep up the charade in front of this man and she couldn't keep the fact that all she wanted was Rex hidden. She just wanted to go home, curl up on the sofa and cry when she knew Rex wasn't coming home but she was on a date and was determined to see it end in a good manner which it did but when he invited her into his house, she declined and made her own way home.

Bree opened the door when she finally did get home and the house was in darkness; another reminder that no loving husband was there to greet her; how wrong she was.

She inserted her key into the lock before pushing gently on the Maplewood door, opening it to reveal an empty house. Andrew and Danielle had been sent to bed by Rex and were now sleeping soundly by the time she came back. Bree entered the living room after hanging her coat next to Rex's; another empty reminder that he wasn't coming home. She took a step towards the table side lamp, reaching over to sullenly switch it on but was startled by a voice.
"Don't do that." A man's voice interrupted the silence and she screamed.

"What the hell!" she hissed, stepping backwards as he leaned forward, his head in his hands. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He looked up at her and he knew she was angry.

"I just wanted to see how your date went." He wasn't exactly lying but it wasn't the only reason he was there either.

"How'd you know about that?" She questioned, frowning.

"Er…Andrew told me." He spoke, again half lying, watching her expression soften; her guard was down but the thing he said next only made her guard shoot back up. "And I was at the restaurant when I saw you go in."
"What are you following me?" she yelled, awaking Andrew and Danielle.

"You know what?" he asked, picking up the coat that was beside him. "I'm going. I came here to try and salvage our marriage because believe it or not, I loved you and I still do but I just remembered why I wanted a divorce in the first place."

His words shocked her and she was unable to say anything.

"Goodbye Bree." He snapped before leaving the house. As soon as he had left, his bitter words set in and for some reason; they stung so she fell to the floor, collapsed to her knees as she began to sob.

Andrew turned to Danielle as they sat quietly on the stairs.

"I think she's lost it big time." He whispered but Danielle shook her head.

"I hope not." And with that they went back to bed, leaving their perfect mother sobbing and almost screaming her heart out. They were awoken later on in the morning by the sound of hovering coming from downstairs and as Danielle sat up in bed, she looked worriedly at Andrew who started to get out of bed.

"Mom?" he called as he walked down the stairs, but he went unheard until he unplugged the vacuum from the plug by the stairs. "MOM!"

"Oh yes dear?" Bree turned to face him, smiling; a perfect and fake smile.

"I know dad was here last night, what happened?" he asked, taking the vacuum handle out of her hand.

"Your father came to pick up some things, that's all." She gave him another fake smile.

"And that's why you were crying last night?" he asked but she paused to look at him. "Yeah Danielle and I saw you."

"Look, whatever you or your sister saw was simply a moment of weakness, that's all it was."

"Dad told you he was here to get back together." Andrew pressed further but she quietly took the handle back from her son before passing by him, plugging the hover back in seemingly taking no notice of him.