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Coming up, a slight time jump…

Six months later

Charles swore as he drove through Bath town centre and onto his street. He was supposed to still be on exercise with two section but thanks to the horrible weather it had been abandoned at daybreak. After a quick debrief with Major Beck he was now sitting in the car and watching a downpour of biblical proportions come down in torrents in front of him. He just wanted to get home and soak in a long warm bath and form a plan. Something had been bugging him for a while now, he told Elvis ages ago that he suspected that Rebecca had never been pregnant, now he was sure of it.

He had forgotten that he had kept the scan photo she had given him in the back of his wallet, it was only when it had slipped out last night in his tent that he noticed it. He had been looking at the scan, thinking of what could have been when he spotted it. There was a woman's name on the scan photo and it certainly wasn't his wife's.

He drove up to his house and noticed a second car parked in the driveway, Rebecca's mini was there but he had no idea who owned the Porsche. He parked on the street, lifted his house keys and bergen and made a dash in the pouring rain across the street and to his front door.

He opened the door and closed it quietly behind him. The sound of silence hit him straight away and something told him that things were not right.

It was the sound of a giggle from upstairs that made the hair on the back of his neck stand to attention and somehow, he knew. Call it intuition, but he knew that when he opened their bedroom door that he would find Rebecca in bed with someone else.

He walked quietly up the stairs and towards their room, the noises, the giggling, moaning and groaning getting louder the closer he got to their room. Then silence, that was when he opened the door and saw his wife straddling another man in their bed.

"Well at least I know why you've been avoiding me, you know, your husband Rebecca," he spat out angrily. A small smile appeared on his lips as he realised what he walked in on, and how it gave him a way out of the misery that was his marriage.

The man buried his head under a pillow and swore.

"Charles!" was all that Rebecca managed to blurt out.

"Save it Rebecca, I think you better tell your friend to leave, there are things we need to sort out immediately".

Charles returned downstairs and into the kitchen, still damp from the rain and still in his army combats. He really wanted a whiskey, but he knew it would be better to keep a clear head for what was about to happen. Instead, he made a steaming cup of coffee, as he heard Rebecca quickly dress and usher her lover out the front door.

"Charles, I can explain," Rebecca said quietly as she walked into the kitchen.

"Really, well this should be interesting…oh and whilst you're busy explaining your adultery, perhaps you can also explain how you passed someone else's twelve week scan off as your own. Tell me, sweetheart," Charles sneered "Where you ever pregnant?"

Rebecca practically fell into the chair and buried her head in her hands.

"I was desperate," she said quietly. "Besides you're one to talk, you picked up some slapper on your stag party. Don't deny it, my brother saw you all over her in the hotel elevator."

Charles nodded his head slightly, there was no point in lying "Yes, I did meet someone that night, I'm not going to deny it. In fact, I was going to tell you about it. I was going to confess and call off the wedding. A man who's madly in love doesn't do that to his fiancée. I don't know why but somewhere along the way Rebecca my feelings for you changed. I wanted us to talk it out though, before the wedding and try and sort things out, but as soon I walked through the door I was hijacked with changing the colour scheme for the bridesmaids and you telling me you were pregnant! We shouldn't have gone through with the wedding, but I couldn't leave you. Not when you were pregnant. What kind of man would that have made me? You know I wanted kids more than anything." He tugged at the curls at the back of his neck, the stress of the last few months finally getting to him. "Now, I've been honest with you, so please at least have the decency to tell me the truth."

"Richard texted me, told me about you and her so I..." Rebecca sighed and closed her eyes. He was right they needed to be honest with each other. "I panicked, knew I needed to do something to get you to go through the wedding. I know what you are like Charles with all your bloody rules and regulations. You can't lie, you never could, so I knew you would have to confess, when all I wanted was to get married. I also knew that you would always do the right thing, I made up being pregnant, knowing that you would never leave me or call off the wedding."

Charles closed his eyes briefly and pinched his nose, trying to remain calm. "And the scan photo?"

"Things were going okay between us and then you mentioned doctor's appointments, scans and Richard was on at me too, so I picked a day that I knew you wouldn't be able to leave work and downloaded a scan photo to give to you," Rebecca explained.

"Is it a coincidence that you got your inheritance on the same day as you faked a miscarriage?" He spat.

"You knew?" Rebecca said in shock.

"I'm not that stupid Rebecca, you got drunk at our engagement party and confessed all about your inheritance. Is it that why you manipulated me asking you to move in with me, as a proposal of marriage?"

Rebecca looked on aghast. So Charles wasn't as dumb as she'd thought. Given it had come to this she spent the next few minutes confessing her sins to her husband. How her father had expected her to marry an officer in the army, and that how, when married, she would be rich beyond her dreams. Yes, she had loved him in the early days, she couldn't deny that, but she hated it when he was away, and she was alone. She didn't want to sit in an empty house by herself and resented it when her friends were out having fun. She admitted to marrying him for two reasons, her inheritance and to keep her father happy. She no longer had those to worry about.

"I take it you want a divorce then," Charles asked matter of factly, awaiting her response.

"Are you not even going to try and convince me to fight for our marriage," she scoffed.

"No, have you not understood? I didn't want to marry you in the first place" he spat incredulously. "You don't love me, and I certainly do not love you. Not anymore anyway. I could have forgiven the cheating, it's not like I'm any better, but pretending to be pregnant and fake a miscarriage, all so you could get money - well that's really the lowest of the low Rebecca. And as for our families, I really couldn't give a shit what our families say," Charles added.

"Then yes, I want a divorce, and I want half of everything!"

"You are joking," Charles practically laughed.

"Well, I'll file for divorce, citing your adultery, you were the first to cheat after all," Rebecca smirked.

"No, actually you did. Yes, I will admit that I cheated on you, but that was before we married, you my dear are the one that committed adultery. As for half everything, we haven't been married very long, so your entitlement will be half of what I have earned during that time, so not that much at all. You can have the house, never really liked it anyway. It will certainly offset half of my earnings during our marriage," Charles said as he sat forward. "However," he continued with a smirk on his face, "if you want half of everything, then so do I!"

Charles watched as the colour drained from Rebecca's face.

"You inherited a hell of lot of money during, and as a result of our short marriage, how many millions was it again?"

"You wouldn't?"

"You cheated, you lied and you manipulated a hell of a lot of people. You reap what you sow Rebecca."

"Maybe we can compromise?" Rebecca asked quietly.

"I think I will leave any negotiations for my lawyer," Charles said as he stood up "Right now I need a shower, then I'm going to pack what little belongings I have here and go to my parents. I don't think I have the energy or the inclination for any more of your chats."

Following day

"Here's your tea Molly," Kate said as she carefully placed the tea on the ground beside Molly's bag and sat down on the small bench. "How you are not on coffee I will never know!"

"Can't stand the stuff," Molly smiled as she finally got Sam to sit on the small swing seat. "Yay!"

"Way to go Sam!" Kate smiled as she reached for her phone "I'll get a picture of you both and send it to you."

"Thanks," Molly smiled as she focused on her six-month-old and gently pushed him on the swing, his face lighting up the entire time. "See I told you, you would like the swing," she said smiling as she wiped drool from his chin.

"Switching to video mode," Kate said as she watched Molly and Sam on the swings. She knew how much Molly loved capturing moments like this, both on camera and on video. She kept recording for a few minutes until Sam's smile disappeared and his bottom lip started to tremble. Molly had him up out of the seat and in her arms within seconds. Kate smiled as she watched them walk back over to the bench and sit down, Sam was wrapped tightly around her looking slightly sorry for himself.

"You're a natural at this," Kate said as she watched Molly wrap the blanket around Sam.

"No, I'm not, if you saw me at three in the morning you would be locking me up and throwing away the key," Molly scoffed. "I'm winging it most of the time, or rather, me, Jac and Dan are all winging it."

"Snap, I'm on child number three and I still haven't got a clue," Kate sighed as she glanced over at a sleeping Chloe "Little Miss Chloe is definitely in a league of her own!"

"Still problems sleeping?" Molly asked as she stroked Sam's hair and felt his tiny hand grabbing her hair.

"She finally fell asleep at midnight and was up again at five, with the other two they slept for twelve hours straight," Kate sighed "I just hope that once she starts crawling and walking, she wears herself out, otherwise I may have to retire!"

"I really have had it lucky with him so far, last night, he fell fast asleep on top of Dan at eight, I lifted him, put him in his cot and that was him straight through till six this morning."

"I hate you," Kate joked "I take it you've started weaning then?" Kate smiled.

Molly laughed at her friend "I had to, I was having to feed him every few hours, the health visitor told me to start last week for the sake of my own sanity, I couldn't keep up with greedy gob"

"Loves his food then?" Kate smirked "Chloe takes two mouthfuls and then spits it out. It's impossible to know what she likes and doesn't like."

"Sam would eat the spoon if he could," Molly laughed "he loves that apple and blueberry puree you told me about."

"Here's the best advice you will ever get about babies and food," Kate smiled "Avoid sweetcorn and spinach, trust me you'll thank me for it. As for baby food jars, avoid fisherman's pie at all costs, unless you want to stink your house out for a month."

"Bad?" Molly frowned.

"Think Kippers, only worse."

"Thanks for the tip," Molly smiled and nodded down to Sam "Bless him he's out for the count."

Kate smiled "Told you, you're a natural."

Molly carefully set Sam down in his pram and wrapped the blanket around him.

"Did you hear anything from your parents?" Kate asked carefully as she sipped her coffee.

"Well I wrote to them when Sam was born, got no reply, and I tried again a few weeks ago and even sent a picture, I got it returned back to me yesterday with a loud and clear message of we don't want to know," Molly said as she lifted her tea.

"Oh Molly."

"It's fine Kate, I'm used to it. It just would have been nice for Sam to have some grandparents, but then again they were crap parents so not sure he's actually going to be missing anything, who was I trying to convince," Molly sighed

"Got to be tough though."

"It is but I can't do anything about it, so I'm not going to waste any of my energy on it"

"You don't regret it do you? Having Sam I mean?"

"God no!" Molly replied "It was the best thing I've ever done, having him. I just wish...I could get in contact with him, for Sam's sake."

"The father you mean?"

"Yeah. It was a drunken one-night stand Kate, he was on his bloody stag weekend! I woke up hungover and embarrassed as hell and I actually stood for a second and thought about leaving a phone number and then I remembered he was getting married, so I did the walk of shame back to my room. Christ if I had known then what I know now."

"Chances are Molly, if you had done that, he would never have called you."

"I know, it's just, that night," Molly whispered, "I know I was drunk out of my head, but I can remember every minute of it, really felt a connection was there and for a few stupid hours I thought I'd maybe found Mr Right, only to wake up to the reality of what it was."

"You remember every single minute?" Kate asked smirking.

"Yes," Molly replied and then saw the look on her friend's face "You're a married woman!"

"Yes, but a screaming seven-month-old every single night most definitely means no sex!"

Molly smiled before turning and looking at sleeping Sam and frowned. "What the hell am I going to tell him when he gets older and starts asking about his dad?"

"That he's out saving the world somewhere?" Kate suggested.

"I just hate that he doesn't know, regardless of whether or not there was a connection between us, he has a son he doesn't know about and it just feels all wrong to me. Does that even make sense?"

"It does," Kate said as she smiled softly at her friend "He has a right to know, and he should be supporting you financially as well."

"That's not the most important thing, but I'm not gonna deny it would help."

"He got you pregnant Molly, it's the least he should be doing, two-timing so and so!"

"It takes two people to make a baby, I was every bit as responsible as he was," Molly said as she finished her tea. "You know that old story of antibiotics, the pill and alcohol, all common sense goes out the window."

"Oh yes, how do you think I got pregnant at uni?" Kate laughed, "Well at least with Dan moving in with Jac that has got to help?"

"It does, " Molly practically smiled with relief, "between rent money and offering to babysit for a few hours I feel like a new woman! It will help with bills until I go back to work."

"Have you decided what you're doing yet?"

"I've booked a spot for Sam in the day nursery you recommended. I'm going to start with two days for the first two weeks, just until I do refresher courses and then increase it to three days so I can do three twelve hour shifts for a few months with an option of four days, but that depends on whether Jac is prepared to look after him on her day off."

"You are kidding, she dotes on him and spoils him rotten," Kate laughed

"True."

"There's a job coming up on my surgical ward," Kate said looking at Molly who turned and frowned.

"I haven't seen anything about it?"

"It hasn't been advertised yet," Kate smiled "I only found out last night, but one of my theatre nurses Nancy, who has been there since the dawn of time is retiring. Handed in her six months' notice yesterday and the position will be advertised in the next few days."

"But I'm still on maternity leave?" Molly sighed

"You can still apply, check with HR if you don't believe me," Kate smiled "You'll be returning to work in three months, do your refresher courses and if you get the position, and if it's up to me you will, that gives you three months to learn your way before Nancy leaves. She worked part time hours, so it would be perfect for you. I'm not taking any excuses this time."

"Are you really sure I can do this?" Molly asked, "Be a mother and a theatre nurse?"

"Being a mother changes you, but it shouldn't stop you from doing what you want to do. In answer to your question, yes Molly I know you'll be able to do it, you'll be brilliant."

The sound of Chloe waking up made them realise the time and that it was time to head back to their respective homes as they walked side by side through the park and out to the traffic lights, never noticing the two men who had just entered the park and walking towards the other end of the park away from the swings and towards the war memorial.

Charles

It was his father's idea to go for a walk, get some fresh air and to escape the constant questions his mother had been bombarding him with since he arrived at their home the previous evening.

To strangers it was easy to tell that the two tall men where father and son as they walked along the path and sat down close to the war memorial.

"Thanks for getting me out of the house dad, mum was getting on my nerves a bit."

"I gathered," Archie laughed as he sat back. "I take it you told Elvis to meet us here?"

"Thought I would save him from Hurricane Anna on this trip," Charles smiled.

"Takes some getting used to, Elvis Harte a dad!" Archie smiled as he watched his son. He knew something was troubling him.

"That it does dad," Charles sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "I need to tell you something, well a lot of things actually."

"I thought as much. I take it has something to do with the fact that you're staying with us for the foreseeable, and why you're not wearing your wedding ring."

"You noticed?"

"Yes, and so has your eagle-eyed mother."

Charles took a deep breath "Oh dad, my marriage is over, if I am being honest I should never had married her. God knows I didn't want to, but we are both to blame"

"What happened son?" Archie asked him carefully.

"I don't know where to begin dad," Charles sighed as he sat back against the park bench.

"The beginning is always a good place."

"I never wanted to marry her, I did love her, once, and wanted to live with her, trial it out, see how it worked out before proposing, but Rebecca took it as a proposal. Since then I knew I was falling out of love with her more and more every day," Charles explained "But I knew I couldn't call off the wedding. I didn't want to disappoint you and mum, you'd been longing for it and, and as for her father, I dread to think of what he would have done to me. I just felt so lost and trapped dad."

Charles continued talking to his father and explained that Rebecca only married him to get hold of her inheritance, how he came home last night earlier than expected to find her in bed with another man. He also confessed to cheating on her at his stag party which made him see sense and gave him the nudge he needed to call the whole bloody wedding off only to caught out by more of Rebecca's lies.

"The baby was a lie?" Archie asked frowning, as Charles nodded his head in reply.

"How could she?" his father asked, "Was she so desperate for her inheritance?"

"Yes," Charles replied as leant forward on the bench. "I know you're disappointed in me dad."

"What the hell makes you say that?"

"My marriage lasted a year, if that. Not exactly anything to be proud of is it?"

"Charles," Archie said as he placed his hand on his son's shoulder "This may surprise you, but your mother and I never liked Rebecca. We only put up with her because we saw how serious you were about her."

"What?" Charles stuttered "I…"

"Her father and I served together in the army, I barely tolerated the man and you know what he was like if he said jump you asked him how high. His wife, Ellen was lovely, but he cheated on her constantly. He always made it clear that his daughter should marry into a military family, must be something to do with this inheritance that the whole family was obsessed with. When Ellen died, he didn't want to know either Rebecca or that shit of a son Richard," Archie explained.

"In the beginning we felt sorry for Rebecca and took pity on her. Anna went out of her way to help her but all she got back from Rebecca was snapped at in return. Rebecca made it clear she didn't want her help. We tolerated her because she made you happy or should I say we thought she made you happy. We knew as far as her father was concerned that marriage was a certainty, whether we wanted it or not," Archie continued. "How I wish we had spoken up."

"I was going to cancel the wedding, after the stag party, I was going to embarrass you and mum and most likely risk my career, I couldn't live a lie," Charles explained "Then I came home, and she told me she was pregnant, and I knew I couldn't do it. Be honest dad, I couldn't not marry her could I?"

Archie nodded his head. "I admit I probably would have told you to marry her, do the right thing. Hindsight is a wonderful thing."

"I really fucked up dad."

"Yes and no," Archie sighed "You've come to your senses now, you've left her with the intention of divorcing her. You aren't letting her walk all over you anymore. I take it she thinks she is in for a huge divorce settlement?"

"Yes," Charles laughed "I decided against the pre-nuptial arrangement that you wanted us to sign, only because I had just found out about her inheritance."

"Charles…"

"Let me finish dad, she inherited much more than what she would've gotten in that deal. The way it stands we split all earnings in half. She gets practically nothing, well maybe the house she insisted on buying but I could get half of what she got!"

"She inherited millions Charles," Archie whispered stunned.

Charles nodded his head "You should have seen her face when she realised. She was going to cite adultery as the reason for divorce until I pointed out that was before our marriage. I think she's changed her mind considering she's been sleeping around throughout the marriage."

"This girl, at your stag party," Archie asked, "Do you still see her?"

"No," Charles replied sadly as he ran his hand through his hair "But I can't get her out of my mind dad. I was so low when we met, and she made me smile dad, more than smile, she made me laugh for the first time in months, I actually felt happy in her company. She was someone I could be honest with, just be me with. Helped that she was bloody gorgeous too"

Archie was about to reply when he started laughing and stood up "Good God, Elvis Harte pushing a pram!"

Charles turned around and saw his best friend walking towards him, he had to admit it was a strange sight. "Well well well we finally get to meet her!"

"Thanks for arranging this here," Elvis said as he lifted Laura into his arms and straightened her dress. "I love Mrs James to bits but…"

"She will go into overdrive?" Archie finished as he shook Elvis' hand and reached out and took Laura's hand and gave it a kiss "Hello princess! I will not tell you how many pink clothes and toys your Aunty Anna has bought you!"

"Say hello Laura!" Elvis encouraged Laura to smile.

"She is the image of her mother," Charles said forcing a smile and trying to hide his pain. He knew Rebecca had never been pregnant and there was no baby, but being a father was something he wanted more than anything. He felt awful being jealous of Elvis at this moment. He stood and reached out his arms for a cuddle, he was just going to have to spoil this one instead.

"You never met her mother?" Elvis remarked

"I know, but at least she doesn't look like you!"

Elvis smirked and stood back and watched Charles and his father make a fuss of Laura and smiled his thanks when Archie offered to take Laura for a walk around the lake. As soon as Archie was out of earshot, he came and sat beside Charles.

"I got your text."

"It's over, Elvis."

"Ding dong the wicked witch is dead, well not literally," Elvis smirked "At least I never have to look at her smug face ever again."

"Knew you would be happy about it."

"I thought you would be happier about it."

"For years I always thought mum and dad liked Rebecca, turns out they hated her all along," Charles explained as he watched his father walking in the distance.

"Really?"

"There I was worried about how they would react especially about Molly, and he seemed relieved."

"Charlie, you're my best friend, but you set all these rules and expectations on yourself about your marriage and your career. You thought your career would be over, but you're a decorated captain who's highly respected by everyone, it would have taken more than that goat of a father-in-law to ruin your career. As for your parents, I thought they liked her too, but let's face it they would never have disowned you," Elvis explained.

Charles glared at his friend "And when did you get so bloody smart?"

"I'm a dad now, have to be smart and sensible," Elvis replied with a smug look.

"Keep telling yourself that," Charles bit back. "I just wish I could find her," he said running his hands through his hair.

"Molly, this one-night stand girl?"

"Yes."

"Charlie, you need to forget her and move on, take it for what it was a one-night stand," Elvis replied "I know I might sound harsh, but I don't remember all of mine. Neither of you know each other's surnames or left any contact details. You need to face up to the fact that you're never going to see her again. Your marriage is over, you are finally free of that manipulative bitch, it's time for a fresh start."

"I hear you, I do," Charles replied "but I keep reliving that night over and over… You are right though, I do need to move on. Start again. I hear they are looking for a new captain in special forces, what are my chances?"

"With my recommendation, I'd say pretty good," Elvis smiled "Welcome aboard."

They missed each other again!

As for Rebecca, it is safe to say that will be the last you will see of her!