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Chapter Four

"YOU"

Angrily, Victor slammed his head on the piano keys.

"IDIOTIC!"

Another slam.

"DOLT!"

Groaning in pain, he lifted his head. If only Victoria could see him now. She would probably hate him even more. She'd been so distant that night, barely talking to him at all. Now, today, on their anniversary, she had gone off walking again, and Victor was left to write a song that would do no good for anyone.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind burst through the open window above the piano. Startled, Victor looked up.

Butterflies…

A flock of butterflies floated towards him, hovering in front of the piano.

"Could it be?"

The butterflies joined together, forming the slender figure of a woman. Victor rubbed his eyes incredulously. When he glanced back at the butterflies, Emily, the one and only, Emily, stood in their place.

Victor screeched, feeling faint. Emily put her bony hand on his shoulder, smiling in an amused manner.

"I see you're still as jumpy as ever."

Victor blinked dumbly. Emily giggled.

"I'll stop. You're troubled."

Victor sighed, temporarily forgetting his fear. "How did you guess?"

"Let's just say I paid a visit to your wife last night in the form of a dream. Well it was more like a nightmare…Ha! Poor Victoria! She was terrified; you should have seen her…"

Victor held up his hand. "Why are you here?"

Emily grinned. "To save your marriage. Victoria thinks you're still in love with me!

Wouldn't I be happy?"

Victor bit his lip. "Why would she think tha-" she paused. "Oh no. The song!"

"Yes the song!" Emily chirped. "I'm sure she'll understand. But you can't be afraid to confront her, and tell her the truth.

"That won't work."

"It has to!" Emily said firmly. "I sent her a little something to make sure she'll listen."

A little something? Victor's eyes widened in horror. No! Emily wouldn't dare. After all that had happened…if something happened…he could never forgive himself!

"You didn't hurt her, did you?" Victor asked

Emily shook her head. "Heaven's no! She's fine. And you will be too." She sat at the

piano bench. "Move over. I'm going to help you write this song."

She paused. "First, we'll rename it."

Victoria listened absently as the wind whistled past the trees. This was the forest in her nightmare. She came to this particular grove for trees looking for answers.

And she had one.

There was a logical reason for her fear. For her jealousy. There was something she needed to tell Victor.

The night before, when she went for a stroll, she had seen a doctor. She went to find a reason for all of her impromptu pains she had tried hard to hide from Victor.

She was pregnant.

She wished Victor was there to share the news. She wished she could have been happy. But what would become of her and Victor's baby now?

Sighing, she knew she had to face the music. She started towards home, running through in her head how she would break the news. She knew Victor was decent enough to help her with her situation, love or no love.

It was his child after all.