The lock to the door jingled, putting Naveen on high alert as it opened.

"Of course i understand," Tiana came in with a bag full of groceries. "Yes we will definitely reschedule. Ok, goodbye." Tiana smiled as she hung up her phone.

Naveen watched her silently for a minute. He took in her smile, her hair in a messy bun and the way she never noticed him watching her in these moments. He did not want to ruin it, but needed answers.

"Where have you been?" He asked as he got up from his chair, the envelope in hand. Tianas smile dropped slightly as she went to the kitchen, passing by him.

"I told you not to wait up," She said coolly as put the bag on the counter.

"Not to wait up," Naveen repeated breathlessly as he leaned on the other side of the counter. "My wife of five years want to get a divorce with no warning whatsoever then disappears before we have a chance to talk about it and when I do call her so we can talk about it more, she says not to wait up. Does that sound right to you?" He tilted his head to the side waiting for a response.

Tiana stopped unpacking the groceries and stared at the black marble counter. She wanted to be as angry as he was, she wanted to somehow defend herself but he was right. No it was not right, yes she should have talked to him about it, and yes she regretted telling him to wait up. But what else could she have said, what else could she have done? This was her decision and she had to accept the good with the bad.

"I told you wh-"

"No, no you did not tell me why." Naveen quickly interrupted. "No, what you did, was come into my office, look beautiful as usual, placed an envelope on my desk and said that you wanted a divorce. Then you promptly walked away, like it was any other day." He explained with a sneer.

Tiana stayed silent as she continued to unpack the groceries. She had nothing to say, all that he said was true.

"Mon cherie, I hope you expecting me to let you go without a fight, because I won't. Believe me, I will fight you on this, starting now." He threw the envelope down to her.

"Naveen, I've read this already," Tiana sighed as she opened it.

"Ive added something." He explained as he crossed his arms.

Tiana flipped through not noticing anything wrong until she got to the third to last page. Squinting she looked closer.

The two parties shall undergo a mandatory therapy session for at least a week.

"A week?" Tiana echoed the last words. It could not go to a week, she made sure, at least she thought she made sure that the divorce should go smoothly, in three days.

"Yes, a week."

"Ive already been to therapy," She snorted as she shook her head and put the papers down.

"Well you're going again," He said seriously.

Tiana glanced at him. He was serious, he really was ready to fight her on this. Sighing she began to put the cold groceries away.

"Fine," She opened the fridge and put away the milk. "But I dont see what it will do. Naveen, Im set in my decision." She leaned on the counter and stared him in the eye.

"And I'm not," Sighing he took the packet back and stuffed it back into the envelope. "I can't give you up as easily as you did me."

Tianas heart broke at his words.

"Naveen," She said softly, reaching out to touch his hand. "I never gave up on you,"

"Then explain what this means."

Tiana retracted her hand and looked at the counter. Naveen stepped closer to her so that they were almost eye to eye.

"I'm not asking anymore." He set his jaw.

Tiana looked him in the eyes. This was it. She had the chance to tell him absolutely everything, all of her fears, what was troubling her, and what made her afraid of being married to him now. But she did not, instead she told him one of the lesser reasons why she wanted a divorce.

"Its because I don't fit in. And believe Naveen Ive tried." She licked her lips. "I tried so hard." She said sadly.

"What do you mean?" He firmly took hold of her hand.

"Naveen I tried to care about the things that all the princess's should care about. I, I tried to organize the balls and the charities and I, i couldn't because," She sighed and her shoulders sagged. "I just don't care. I tried, I really did but Naveen, I married you. I married all that you are, but this," She looked around the kitchen and gestured to the house. "This is not what I thought I would get into. I thought I was just marrying the man that I loved but it turns out that i was marrying the press, and the gossip, and a no longer public life." She sniffed at the end of it and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"Tiana," Naveen took a deep breath then pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," He whispered into her ear. "I'm so sorry. But we can change that. We can make it better, less on you and more on-"

"Don't you say more on me," She interrupted pushing out of his hug. "That's what I don't want." She went back to the groceries. "I don't want you to take on my responsibility just because I can't handle the pressure." She angrily put the carrots in the drawer then slammed it.

"But I can take on some of the responsibility, I can help." Naveen insisted.

"Dont you see?" She breathed out. "I dont want your help. Naveen," She let a tear roll down her cheek. " I'll give you a week but after that, Im done."

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SOOO LATE I AM SO SORRY