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Sam's dad was an exceptional man. Apart from his career, he was a family man. He loved his sons and wife and was dedicated to them. He was always caring and kind towards me and did his best to make me feel included, despite his wife's efforts to do the opposite.

He already had Evans's Pediatrics when I met Sam and knowing Sam, I know he takes great pride in taking over his father's clinic.

"So, how do you like being the boss?" I ask him as he parks outside the building.

"It's much harder than I thought it was going to be." He admits as he turns off the car. "But I love my job. It's the one thing I know how to do right."

I nod, looking away. He gets out of the car and I watch as he walks around it and opens the door for me. He offers me his hand. I take it and he helps me out of the car, Once outside, he doesn't let go of my hand. Instead, he intertwines his fingers through mine. He does it so natural, as if he did it every day. I look away so he doesn't see my smile.

"Wow, it looks so different," I say as I look up at the clinic. The building is a beige color, which is different. The last time I was here, it was smaller and brown. Now, it look bigger and I like this color better.

On top of the building facing the street, was is word Evans in white letters with Pediatrics next to it in colorful and curly letters.

"Yeah, we extended last year," Sam says as we walk.

"Well, it looks good."

There are trees and small bushes by the entrance, making it look friendlier and more appealing. I catch sight of the reflection of Sam and I walking on the glass door. There we are, holding hands.

We almost look like a sane, happy, married couple. Sam's hand feels good against mine, I feel something warm inside of me at his touch. I don't want him to let go. He opens the door with his free hand and I walk in with him behind me. It's bright inside in the waiting room to the left.

There are two little boys playing with building blocks. Their mother, I guess, is sitting down witha magazine in her hands. There is a front desk across the room and a young girl is sitting behind it.

"Welcome to Evans's-" She starts saying with a smile then she looks up and sees Sam. "Oh, good morning, Doctor Evans." She looks at me in curiously, her greenish blue eyes glancing at our hands.

"Hello, Marley" Sam greets. "Any messages?"

"Not right now, Doctor. She smiles. "I'm sorry, is she your girlfriend?"

Sam glances at me with a smile. "This is my wife, Mercedes."

"Hi," I say awkwardly.

"Oh." Markey looks shocked. "I didn't know you were married."

"That's because I don't like to talk about my personal life with my employees," Sam says. He sounds polite but I know there is a message behind it. Mind your own business.

"Right, sorry." Marley turns red. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Evans."

"Thank you, Marley," I say after a moment. I haven't been called Mrs. Evans in such a long time. It's so weird to hear it for the second time today.

"Well, I'll be in my office," Sam says then he leads us down the hallway. The sound of the boys' laughs diminish as we go into a door to the left.

His office is bright because of the sunlight coming in through the two big windows. The walls are white and there is a black desk with a chair behind it and two on the other side of the desk. There is a bookcase filled with medial books to the right side and a black leather couch to the side.

Sam lets my hand go as I walk in. He looks at me in wonder, his hands crossed on his chest.

"I like it here," I say after a moment as I look around. "It's very-open."

He half smiles. "I'm sorry about Marley. The staff here are great with the clients and kids but-they all love a good gossip." He chuckles. "She's probably telling all the nurses right now."

I laugh. As I walk to his desk and lean against it. "What a disappointment it's going to be for all of them to learn you are married."

He looks up at me. "Mercy-I didn't tell them-"

"Stop." I smile. "I get it, Sam, you don't have to explain it to me." I pause. "I just don't know if it was a good idea to tell them I'm your wife when.." I trail off.

When we don't know what's going to happen to us. Feeling guilty is familiar to me now. Sam hadn't told his employees he's married because then he would have to explain what happened to his wife.

Sam walks towards me and he stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets. He looks at me for a moment and I look back at him. I love his faint five o'clock shadow, it makes him look more mature, more handsome He takes a step forward.

"You are my wife, Mercedes," He says in a low, sexy voice.

I press my thighs together as my body responds to him. I look away, suddenly feeling nervous. "You intimidate me when you look at me like that.' I whisper. You turn me on when you look at me like that is more accurate but I'm not about to tell him that.

He walks closer, until he's inches away from me.

"Sam-"I whisper, resting my forehead on his chest. I feel defeated. My body wants him and it's been so exhausting trying to fight against the obvious attraction that I still feel towards him. He takes his hands out of his pockets and places them on my waist. His hands grip me gently and his touch make my body tense even more.

"Mercy." He whispers my name in that low voice of his.

I take a deep breath as I raise my head slowly to look at him. He raises his right hand and caresses my left cheek. His eyes roam all over my face, down to my lips, my neck, before he looks at me in the eye.

"You are my wife," He says again, more possessively this time.

He presses his body against mine as he leans in until his nose touches mine. He doesn't move for a moment. I close my eyes as my arms travel to his shoulders. I place my hands behind his neck as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. And it still feels like fireworks. It feels like the first time we kissed.

My whole body melts against his and he Wraps his arms around my waist as his lips begin to move against mine. He kisses me slowly. His lips caress mine as if I was made out of glass. I push him closer to me, my body is suddenly burning with desire.

I haven't felt this way in a long time. I've never wanted a man like I want Sam right now. I want to feel his hands on every part of my body. I don't know if it's the time and distance we've spent apart, but it feels so much more intense than it has ever felt.

How have I gone all this time without his touch?

How could I have forgotten how good-how right-it feels to be in his arms?

He begins to deepen the kiss by using his tongue. It becomes desperate. He kisses me as if-well, as if he hasn't kissed me in a long time. I feel wanted. Wanted by my husband.

Sam kisses me desperately as if he knew that seconds later there would be a knock on the door. The knock is faint but we hear it and then the door opens and Sam and I pulled apart quickly. It's silly but it feels like we've been caught doing something we weren't supposed to be doing.

I straighten up but Sam is still hovering over me. I look at him. His lips are swollen and I feel a strange sense of pride knowing it's because of our kiss. He looks angry that we were interrupted and I share that anger.

"Sa-"Whoever is talking stops.

I continue to hide my face in Sam's chest. I purse my swollen lips as I try to catch my breath.

"I am so sorry, I didn't know you were with someone." It's a woman's voice.

Sam sighs then turns around. "You have to stop doing that, penny." He sounds annoyed.

At the sound of her name, I look up and see penny standing by the door. I haven't seen her in years-since Sam was in medical school, before we even got married. She looks older and her hair is longer, she has that ombre look going on. She is wearing black dressed pants with a white button down blouse and a white coat lab.

Right. She's a doctor like Sam. I don't know how I feel about seeing her again. I'm sure I would feel better if I saw her randomly at the store or something, rather than in my husband's clinic as his fellow doctor.

I keep my face neutral as I cross my arms on my chest casually. I can tell she's not happy to see me either. I hope she knows she interrupted something.

"Mercedes." She clears her throat. "I didn't know you were here."

I nod. "Hello, penny."

Penny's eyes move to Sam. "I just wanted to let you know they're waiting for you in room three."

Don't nurses do that? I suddenly feel jealous at the thought of there being something between Sam and penny. They were together once and what do they say about being around an ex? It made old feelings come back.

"I'll be right there, thank you," Sam says, sounding more calm.

"Okay." Penny nods then she walks out without another word.

Sam turns around and looks at me. "I hate that we were interrupted."

I smile. "You should go to your appointment."

He puts his hands around me then kisses me again. Short and sweet. "I am not done with you," He says in a low voice as he pulls away.

He walks to the coat rack he has in the corner behind his desk and takes off his jacket then he puts on his white lab coat.

I look down at my feet. "I think I am done, though. Seeing your ex was sort of a turn off."

He freezes for a second then continues to adjust his lab coat. "It's not like that."

I look up at him. "So you're telling me that there hasn't been anything between you two since I left"

He clenches his jaw. "I have to go." He leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. "I'll be back."

I bite my lip as I watch him walk out. He didn't deny it. I take a deep breath then sit down on one of the chairs and look out the window.

Have they been sleeping together? I may be dating Matt but I haven't slept with anyone else since Sam. Part of me wishes I would have now. The part of me keeps imagining Sam in bed with penny... naked...

Sam didn't admit it but I know there something probably happened between them. It would explain the look on Penny's face when she saw me. The image of Sam and Penny naked in bed is becoming too real now...and I hate it.

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I roam through the books Sam has on the shelf in his office. They are mostly medical books and dictionaries except for some football magazines he keeps on the right side corner. He used to be a big football fan back when we met. He actually influenced my like for football.

I didn't care about football before Sam. Now, I find myself watching the games whenever the season starts and whenever I have time. I have a preference over the Cincinnati Bengals mostly because of the crush I have on their quarterback, Joe Burrow, though I genuinely like to watch football. It's very entertaining.

I reach and pull a magazine out. A piece of paper falls down to the floor and I reach down to pick it up. When I look at it, I realize that it's not a piece of paper. It's a picture of Sam and I. It was taken back when we began dating. I was in college and he was in medical school. It's a selfie, our cheeks are touching as we smile at the camera.

I remember taking this picture and if I remember correctly- I turn the picture over and smile. On the back of it, I had written the words "I love you, Samuel" and I had drawn a small heart next to his name.

I feel a knot build in my throat as I stare at our happy faces. We were so young, so unaware of what was going to happen to us. Of what I was going to do to us. What Sam and I had-it was real. It was love. He was everything I've always wanted. Someone with a career. Someone who cared about me. Someone who respected me.

His mom never thought I deserved him and maybe she was right. After what I did to him..I'm sure she hates me even more now. I don't want to see that woman again. I hear the door open behind me and I turn around, thinking it's Sam.

Instead, it's Penny.

"Sorry." She looks embarrassed when she sees me. "Sam is right-I need to stop doing that," She says then she points to a cabinet Sam has next to his desk. "I just need a patient's file."

"Of course," I say when I realize she's asking me for permission. As if she doesn't always enter his office without asking. I'm sure she does. I watch as she walks to the cabinet. She opens one of the drawers with a key on her key chain and starts looking through the files.

I look down at the picture again. We took this three months after Sam and Penny broke up. I squint my eyes at Sam. Did you guys get back together? Did you sleep with her? I ask him silently in my head.

"So how have you been?"

I look up at Penny, a little startled. I had forgotten she was in the room for a second. I clear my throat."I've been good and you?"

"Great." She nods as she clutches the folder to her chest. "So, are you staying?"

I don't say anything for a moment. Wouldn't you like to know? I want to say that but I bite my tongue. I have no right to harass her. Or maybe I do have the right as Sam's wife but I'm ashamed. I've been selfish. I left him. I gave him up. I couldn't expect him to just stop his life when I left. I guess it never occurred to me that Sam would get with another woman in my absence. He has always been such a loyal man.

I never had my doubts with him. But he had a history with Penny. They went through medical school together. They dated for more than a year. Their old feelings could've resurfaced.

"No," I finally say looking down at my feet then looking up again. "I'm only here for the week."

Let her wonder until what day I'll be here. God. I'm such a child. She'll probably count the hours until I leave though. She'll count the hours until I'm gone, the hours until she has Sam all to herself again. I look at the desk and the images of the make out session with Sam earlier come flooding through my head.

Did he kiss her like that too? Touch her like that? Turn her on like that?

"Oh," Penny says. She hesitates and then takes a few steps towards me. When she talks, her voice is quiet, as if she was telling me a big secret and didn't want anyone to hear, though we're the only ones in the room. "Listen, Sam-he wasn't doing good for the longest time. He was barely starting to-" She stops then looks at me. "I care about him, Mercedes, and if your intention is to leave him again then don't play with him. Don't get his hopes up."

I look at her, feeling angry, sad, and shameful all at the same time. Who the hell is she to tell me this? It's none of her business. I know that when I left-I was leaving the road clear for her and Sam but now she's just butting into our marriage or whatever is left of it. At the same time, a part of me knows that what she's saying is right and I hate that.

I can't tell if she's telling me this because she genuinely cares about Sam, though I know she does, or because she's trying to guilt me into staying away from him. Is she saying this as Sam's friend or lover? Maybe both.

If your intention is to leave him again...

The way she said it... as if she has the right to protect him. To defend what's hers. To defend him from me. I feel the anger start to build up inside of me as I glare at Penny.

I care about him, Mercedes.

I bet you do, Penny, I bet you do. I straighten up and cross my arms on my chest, trying to look intimidating. "How long have you been sleeping with my husband?"

I know I'm not thinking straight. I'm angry. But more than anything, I'm jealous. This stupid jealousy is making me do stupid things. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

Penny looks surprised by my question and she doesn't say anything for a second. "Mercedes-"

Before she can finish, the door opens and Sam walks in. He stops at the doorway when he sees us. He looks at me then at Penny then back at me. "Is everything okay?" He asks slowly.

"Yes." Penny answers. "Just needed a file," she says then she walks out without another word.

I turn around and slip the picture back inside the magazine then put it back in its place. When I turn around, Sam is looking at me cautiously.

"How was your appointment?" I ask him calmly. My anger is quickly dissolving now that Penny has left the room, but I can feel the jealousy linger inside of me.

"Good," He says as he walks into the room. He opens a drawer on his desk and places a folder inside. "I just need to do something really quick and then we can leave."

I nod. "Take your time.

He sits down and opens his laptop then he begins to type. I walk to the couch and sit down. I decide to check on Jane. It feels like I have her abandoned. I promise myself to spend some time with her tomorrow. I text her and ask her how she is. She answers a few minutes later telling me she's at the beach watching Quinn play volleyball with her friends.

At least she's having fun, while I'm over here tormenting my husband's ex- girlfriend. I look at Sam for a moment. He is concentrated on something in his computer.

I care about him, Rebecca.

Penny's words replay in nmy head and I feel the jealousy begin to build up again. I hate that she thinks she can tell me what to do. As if Sam is hers. As if she is his wife and not me. There is a reason why she felt the liberty to tell me that though and that infuriates me even more.

For a moment, I don't care that I left Sam. He is my husband, not Penny's. He belongs to me, not her. Without thinking, I stand up and walk behind Damian's desk. I place my hand on his shoulder and, before he has time to react, I pull my dress up so I can straddle his lap, facing him.

"Mercedes" He looks surprised as he puts his hands on my waist.

I place my hands on his cheeks and lean in to kiss him. He lets out a soft moan when I go down to kiss his neck. I kiss him until I run out of breath. I don't know why I'm acting this way. I've never been this possessive, but it's almost as if my anger has turned into lust and it makes me want to somehow mark Sam so Penny and everyone else knows he is mine. I feel his arms tighten around me, then he buries his face in my neck.

I close my eyes for a second and enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin. Sam is mine. He is my husband. I open my eyes then lean in until my lips are on his ear. "Have you been sleeping with Penny?"

I feel his body tense and I pull away to look at him. He seems confused by my question or maybe he's just surprised and he's trying to come up with a lie. After a moment of him not saying anything, I take a deep breath then try to stand up but his hands hold my hips in place, forcing me to stay on his lap.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asks. His eyes search mine but I don't look at him. "Did she tell you something?"

I meet his gaze, "Just answer my question."

"Tell me if she told you something."

"For what? So you could go tell her to keep all of your dirty secrets?"

He looks at me and doesn't say anything for a moment. I wish the phone would ring or that someone would knock on the door just so he would have to let me go. I know Sam and I have to talk. We have to talk about what happened three years ago. We have to define our relationship. So far, he hasn't reproached me anything. He is being nice but I know he's only doing it so I won't leave.

I know there's a bomb ticking...and it'll be ready to explode soon.

"Let me go." I tell him, looking into his green eyes.

"No." He answers, his big hands still gripping my hips.

"Sam-we need to talk"

"Not right now," He says in a low voice. He raises his right hand and strokes my cheek. "Please."

I bite my lip, suddenly feeling guilty for even demanding anything from him. Jealousy got the best of me. I put my arms around Sam's neck and hug him, suddenly feeling sad. I think we both knew that this is over. Once we have that conversation, it's going to be the end of us.

Sam holds me tightly, burying his face in my neck as if he knew what I was thinking, Silence falls over us for the longest time as we hold onto each other, trying to search for the old Samuel and Mercedes that fell in love four years ago...

Ok babies here yal go sorry for the slow updates but I be busy. Please excuse any grammar or typos that may occur.

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