It had been six months since Sam had heard from his wife. Ever since that jarring message she didn't talk to him, and all of the messages, voicemails, emails, and even DMs were left unopened, if there was a chance for her changing her mind it ended with another shocking relevation from Melanie. She had gone on Instagram Live and someone had asked the question where she and Sam had sex. She replied, "We made love in Sam's house in his bed, he and Mercedes had a lovely eye for decor because that bedroom is exquisite." After that Sam only knew his bouts with Mercedes could get worse. She had been on tour and one night while she was performing her second show in London she addressed the rumors, well at least not outwardly. She stated to the crowd of two million, "I know a lot of you have seen the tabloids, and are wondering what is going to happen to me, and I just wanted to let you know, that no matter what as long as I have you guys supporting me in every endeavor then I will be fine." Sam had become a robot of himself, he quit his job with Melanie and signed on for another acting show, where he wouldn't have to deal with her as much.

Sam had always wanted to be a father but being a father to Melanie's kid was not on his list. She had been adamant about him being there for every little thing, if she ever called with a late-night snack craving then she basically forced him to pick it up for her, he was there for every appointment, and he never felt a glimpse of happiness because the love of his life was out there sure that she was going to divorce him. The doctor appointments blended together, and he only knew that she was six months, but he could care less. He wanted his wife back.

He stayed in their home, looking through pictures and videos of when the two were truly happy, but it only made him sadder, he wanted her back. He kept the house clean, and cried, both becoming a part of his daily routine. However, Mercedes's assistant was nice enough to inform him that because of the closing of the tour she was going back to their joint home to pack her things, and if Sam was going to win her back he better come up with a plan. So Sam stood by the door waiting for her to come, and as time dragged on he was getting even more anxious. Then he heard the key turn and the door push open and he saw his wife. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black crop top, and a black leather jacket with a pair of chucks on.

"Hi," Sam began. Mercedes just looked at him and walked past him to their bedroom. She headed to the closet and grabbed her suitcase and started throwing clothes inside, and Sam instantly felt a wave of deja vu wash over him as he followed her.

"Look, baby, I know you asked me for a divorce, but I don't want one, I know I did the unforgivable, but I have a feeling that she is lying the baby can not be mine. Please just stay here with me, and we can fix this together," Sam pleaded, but Mercedes just kept packing her stuff, "Mercedes please you know I love you." Sam tried, he went to grab Mercedes but she shoved him away.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU! You ignored everything that I said, took my insecurities, and threw them in my damn face, and now the bitch that I told you about is pregnant with your child. If that wasn't enough Sam you slept with her here in my bed. The bed I made I love to you in, but you didn't care, you never did. You don't care about me anymore Sam, and why should you? I've only lost two of your kids" Mercedes spat out.

"Wait, wait, you were pregnant again?" Sam questioned shocked.

"Yeah, I fucking was, I found out after you had left, and I lost the baby the day your new baby mama came out with the interview. So now you two get to be together in real life too, you two can be the big Hollywood couple that both of you are destined to be. So don't worry about me anymore. As far as the divorce goes, I am taking what I came with and what I earned in the marriage. You can keep the house, but I am taking the condo, and any photos you can keep or give to your mom." Mercedes explained.

"Mercedes, baby, I am sorry, but I don't want to be without you, ok I can't I love you and only you."

"Well, that is fucking tough Sam. I have given you everything that I can give you, and you have tossed it aside. I can't do this with you anymore, and I won't do this anymore with you Sam. I'm filing the papers for the divorce tomorrow so be prepared for the media shitstorm." Mercedes replied as she headed to the bathroom. Sam had enough of her not listening so he shut the bedroom and stood in front of it so she wouldn't leave.

"Sam move."

"No."

"Sam move, I want to leave."

"And I want you to listen. Look that night the whole cast and crew went out to celebrate the new wins, I only had two drinks and Frank got me home, now after that, I don't know what happened. But you have to believe me that I would never touch her, I love you and only you. You are the air that I breathe, and you make me whole. Without you Mercedes I am nothing, I love you so so much, and this time spent without you has killed me in all aspects. If I don't have you then I have absolutely nothing, I want you, and I want us, I want to be with you, I don't want this." Sam pleaded with tears in his eyes. Mercedes looked up at him and was about to respond when both of their phones dinged. Mercedes grabbed hers and opened the notification, and there it was. A picture of Melanie and Sam on that fateful night in her bed.

"And to think you didn't know what happened after Frank got you home. I'll be back for the rest of myself tomorrow and I expect you not to be here." Mercedes said. She grabbed her suitcase and walked passed Sam and out of the house, leaving Sam feeling broke and broken.