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Aftermath

Two

She called him.

He answered.

They talked and they hung up.

Klaus was just outside his office building, as he put his phone back in his pocket. He matched right into the office, the elevator took him up to the fifth floor. It was the same floor that Camille's office was and he had a lot to talk to her about. He had bottled up his anger for a whole week and it was the right time to unleash it on the woman who had ruined his marriage. Klaus ignored the greeting he received from his friends and matched right up to her office. Without knocking, he barged inside but she wasn't there. He looked everywhere for Camille but he couldn't find her. He found himself in Marcel's office, slamming the door shut that startled the man.

"Klaus," he greeted, but Klaus didn't need anything from the man, he wanted answers.

"Where is Camille?" He demanded, standing in front of desk. Marcel sighed and closed the file he was going through. He leaned back on the chair and observed the man. "Marcel, where is she? She's not here."

"Well, if you didn't see her here, then she's not and I honestly can't help you. I don't know Camille is. She hasn't been at the office for five days," Marcel answered. Klaus clenched his fists, anger rolling off of him. They both knew he was lying, and if Camille went MIA, Marcel had to know where she had gone. Did he think he came in here and then leave without some answers? Klaus went across the desk and pulled Marcel out of the chair by the collar and slammed him on the wall.

"Where is Camille?!" He shouted, his shoulders vibrating with anger. Marcel struggled to get out from his grip but Klaus' hold was so strange that he wasn't able to move-much less escape from him. "Tell me now, Marcel! What did you two did to me?! Answer me!" He had gone insane and maybe he had, but this was about a future that was ruined for him. He had already gone insane when he lost his family. Marcel saw the rage in his eyes and the determination that if he said anything wrong-misled Klaus, he would kill him right at the spot and he feared for his life right now.

"I- I didn't do anything, Klaus," he choked out. "I don't know where Camille is, I swear! Five days ago, I called her, but she didn't pick up. I went to her house, but she wasn't there. I thought she left, but all her clothes and other stuff were there. I got worried, because I thought something had happened to her. I thought of going to the police when I got her message yesterday. She told me she was fine and that was just it. I swear, Klaus. Please let me go," Marcel pleaded.

"Are you sure?!"

"Yes, yes!" Marcel exclaimed. "You can check my phone if you want to."

Klaus released the tight hold on Marcel, but he didn't let him go just yet. "Where were you on the night of the annual ball?" He asked, because he needed to know and he needed to be sure that he wasn't in cahoots with Camille.

Marcel coughed, the hand on his neck was beginning to hurt him. It was so humiliating to be pinned against a wall. If anyone saw this, he would lose his respect in everyone's eyes. Besides, he didn't know why Klaus was so interesting in knowing Camille's whereabouts. The woman had probably did something so big to upset him like that.

"I wasn't there because Davina was sick. I had to take care of her," he answered truthfully.

Klaus didn't believe him one bit. "Can anyone vouch for that?"

"Josh. Josh also was there. Ask him, he would tell you I was with her all night." Satisfied with his answer, he released him and stepped back. He wanted to run his hand through a wall. He didn't get it. Where could Camille be? The woman couldn't just suddenly disappear. "What did she do?"

He looked up at Marcel with a heartbroken face that almost made the man doubled over from the immense pain he saw there. "She ruined my life," Klaus declared, before he turned around and left the building. Where was he going to find Camille? He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. How could he even begin to find out what happened if the person responsible for it was gone? He needed to know. He needed to know what he had done to Camille to deserve this from her? They were friends, at least he thought they were.

He rang on the doorbell thrice. He was getting impatient here and when he was about to give up and leave her porch, he heard her footsteps and then she opened the door.

"Daddy!"

Klaus beamed and bent on his knees to pick his son up, wrapping his arms around his neck. It felt good to be with Noah. It felt good to hug him. "Hey, I missed you," he muttered against his son's shoulder and could barely suppress the happiness he was feeling.

"I missed you too, daddy." Klaus' caressed Noah's cheek, relishing in the feel of finally being with him, of the love that was radiating from both of their bodies. "Where were you? You left me and mommy." Klaus sighed, his eyes averting from his son's and he was forced to acknowledge the elephant in the room. He could feel her eyes on him.

"Noah, why don't you go up and draw daddy a picture?" Caroline said to the little boy, ruffling his hair. Noah ascended the stairs quickly, excitement radiating off of him.

"Thanks for coming," she said. "He wanted to see you and I didn't want to keep him from you." He nodded in understanding, and an awkward silence fell into the room.

Klaus decided to make small talks. The silence in the room was killing him. "How are you?"

"Klaus, we don't have to do this." They didn't have to pretend that he cared about her well being. They didn't have to play like everything was okay between them, like he was a concerned husband when he was anything but. She knew how he felt about her.

"I'm just making small talks, Caroline. Work with me here. How are you?"

"Like my heart is being carved out of my chest." Her words made his breath hitched for a second. "You did this to me, then why should I be the one feeling like complete crap over it?" He knew she was getting upset by the way she was clenching her fists and gritting her teeth. That was always how she was. "Next time, don't ask me how I am because you've no idea."

Klaus knew the he had made the mistake of asking, because it had not only upset her, but it upset him too.

"You've no idea that I barely slept for three days because you're not here. It gets lonely when Noah's gone to school. It's always so quiet and it's the worst thing ever, because I thought of you and what you've done-" More pain. There was so much pain. "and what we had both lost. Everything is gone and done with."

Klaus remained quiet, feeling all emotions rise to his throat. His fault. He couldn't erase what he had done, but he wanted to find out the truth. He wouldn't tell her, because she wouldn't care about the truth. She was drowning in a lot of pain and rejection that nothing else would matter.

His hands fell against his body in defeat. "I don't know what to say, Caroline." His rejection made her rinsed her eyes shut before opening them.

"I didn't think you had anything to say to me anyway."

Klaus lifted a brow. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She ignored him and matched toward the kitchen to make something for Noah. He followed her to the kitchen, demanding to know what she had meant with that comment exactly. "Caroline, what the hell do you mean by that?"

"Leave it alone, Klaus."

"Do you think you're the only one that gets to be upset?" he snarled, fed up with her words that kept destroying his mind. "Do I need to open up my heart for you to see that it's bleeding? Yearning for you? You're acting like a cold hearted woman to me. You barely acknowledge me and when you do, you mess up my head."

She spun around, angrily. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to smile at you? Please you? Do you want me to welcome you with open arms into my home? The only reason why you're here is sorely because of Noah. I'm tolerating your presence because of my son."

"Oh, aren't you a wonderful, fantastic woman, allowing your cheating husband to see his son. Perhaps you need a reward for that? After all, you've done me such a good deed." This kind of venom was different, it was bitter and sour, and definitely laced with hurt. His face said it all. Caroline was absolutely furious. She realised that if she continued arguing with him, there would both say some things that shouldn't be said. So, she decided to give him the silent treatment and it worked just fine for both of them, until he had to talk again.

"Noah is going to stay with me for two days."

Caroline dropped the knife she was cutting the bread with, almost cutting herself in the process. She lifted her eyes to meet his. "No."

Klaus' eyes narrowed at her protectiveness and her eyes that clearly thought Noah staying with him was such an ill advised suggestion. "No?" he repeated, thinking he had heard her wrong.

"I..I..can't let my son stay with you."

His hand met the counter in a hard slam that made her jump. "He's my son too!"

"That isn't going to change the fact that I don't want him to see something he shouldn't be seeing," she dead panned, no longer surprised by his outbursts.

Rage burned in his blue eyes as he felt the sting of a slap. "Are you initiating that I'm bringing women over to my place, Caroline?" Her silence gave him the answer. He wanted to scream at her, to shield himself from her accusations hurled at him. Klaus couldn't even think why this woman standing before him was different from the woman he had married. Such vile things from her...he didn't think he could take it.

Caroline knew she shouldn't have said that, but she did. What would she think he was doing all by himself? What would any free man does when he's finally free from his wife? To be with other women. Even when she said those words, it had felt wrong on her lips. He was getting what he deserved, what he asked for. When did he stop loving her? When did he start cheating on her? When did she became a laughing stock to him? Those questions were eating her, those questions hadn't been answered, but their future had already been decided. It was a powerful questions that sent her in the opposite direction, far away from him.

He turned to leave the kitchen and he had already taken several steps towards the door when he paused in his steps hearing his son's pained voice. "Daddy? Where are you going?"

Klaus tried to crack a smile, to not show a heartbroken father, because dads were supposed to stay strong in front of their children. He reached Noah's shoulders and crouched down to his level. "I have to go, little man. I will come back soon, I promise."

Noah's eyes filled with tears and the intake of breath made Klaus' face fell. "No! No, no!" Tears brimmed his eyes. "I don't want you to go, daddy! Don't gooooo!" Noah whined, falling to the floor as he began to wail. Caroline rushed to see what was happening. She knew Noah's tantrum was never ending, unless he got what he wanted.

Caroline tried to hold him, but Noah was screaming his head off and wriggling out of her arms as he ran to his father, latching onto his leg. "Daddy, don't go! Pwease!" Klaus picked up his son, soothing his cries with a pat on his back. "Nooooo!"

Klaus shared a look with Caroline, both dreaded what this meant for them. Klaus wasn't going anywhere tonight, not if they wanted Noah to alarm their neighbours. They both felt annoyed at the sudden change of plans.

XXXX

Family gatherings were one of the best thing she always looked forward to, but that was before everything fell apart. Now, she dreaded it. Caroline had came here with her family and no one had suspected what was going on between them. Though they both distanced themselves through out the night, someone was bound to notice. They weren't in each other's arms, they weren't laughing and goofing around together. It was a night filled with tension. Klaus had ran off to talk with his brothers and she was sitting on a chair, feeding Noah some food. When she was done, the boy had ran off to talk to his cousins, and Caroline found herself alone once again.

"I need to talk to you."

She turned to the owner of the voice that had spoken to her. Rebekah Salvatore motioned for her to follow and Caroline with a sinking heart followed behind her sister-in-law, wondering why on earth she wanted to talk to her about in private. When Caroline found her best friends waiting for them inside the room, she felt her world came crashing down. This would only mean that they needed to talk to her about something so serious. Who was dying? That was the only thing she would guess.

"Caroline, sit down," Elena Mikaelson, wife of Elijah pointed to a chair that was situated in front of them. Caroline sat down and watched Rebekah sit next to them.

"What is going on, guys?"

"I didn't want to believe it, neither did Bonnie and Rebekah, but we have noticed something. What is going on with you and Klaus?"

What is going on with you and Klaus?

So they brought her here to be interrogated? They wanted to know what happened between her and Klaus? She knew why they asked, never having seen them in such a mess. She looked between them and casted her eyes down, feeling the tears that were threatening to fall. Managing to lift her eyes to their curious ones, she blurt out the truth.

"Klaus c-cheated on me." Caroline tripped over the vile word, her heart sinking at the hurt she was experiencing. A few collective gasps left her friends lips. It brought silence to the room, leaving quizzical looks. Rebekah leaned forward, not knowing if she had heard correct. Her eyes roamed in Caroline's direction, trying to detect any lies or humour behind it.

"W-what are you talking about, Care? How is that even..." Bonnie Mikaelson, wife of Kol words faded when she saw the truth in her best friend's eyes.

"That's not possible. Nik would never...he loves you so much, enough not to cheat on you." Rebekah's anger was clear, making Caroline want to believe her and say she knew he loved her very much, that she was finding it hard to believe as well, but it happened. Klaus cheated on her.

"When did he cheat on you?" Elena spoke up, eyeing Caroline and only her. "Are you sure he wasn't just joking? I find that hard to believe Klaus would do something like that."

"Exactly!"

"I think my eye sight is clear when I saw him in bed with Camille!" Caroline shook her head, turning her body to face Rebekah, who was rightfully confused and angry at this point. "Your brother cheated on me and it's a true fact. He's not as perfect as you think he is, Rebekah. I would never lie about that..." She paused, as she laughed humourlessly.

"Caroline..."

Caroline stopped Bonnie, her hand raised as she stared at the distance. "Everything is so messed up. He has decided to divorce me and I agreed to it. We can't go back to the way it was." Her words fell silence, and Rebekah could see her eyes filed with hurt and loss, anger and sorrow. She looked into her eyes and she saw the truth. For a minute there was silence, thoughts boggling everyone's mind, until Elena spoke up again.

"You can't do that. You and Klaus are each other's love. One can't survive without the other one. People are envious of your love, Caroline. I never thought I'd live to see this day. You two can't just end your marriage like that. You brought your kid into this world and one is on it's way, do you want to throw away everything?"

"I can't just.." Caroline took a deep breath before continuing, "I can't imagine my life without him. I love him so much, Elena, but I can't live with him anymore. I want to..all I want is for this nightmare to end. I want to wake up from this and return back to my life with my husband and our son. I want to wake up to him beside me. I want forever with him. I want to die beside Klaus. He's everything to me, Elena. But I can't go back to the way things were. I'm in so much pain that it's so hard to breath. It's so hard to forget the man I thought was my husband, the love of my life. I can't simply forget this betrayal." Caroline had to cover her mouth to hold in the sobs. God, she loved him. She hated him.

"No." Rebekah shook her head, as tears fell down her eyes as well. "Nik wouldn't do that." Even as she said those words, she knew everything Caroline had said was true about her brother.

"Of course, you wouldn't think he did that. He's your brother, and he can't do anything wrong in your eyes. You just made me realised that blood is thicker than water."

"What the bloody hell are you talking about, Caroline? You're my family!"

"Yes, family by marriage," Caroline said, coolly, her heart pounding, tears brimming her face betraying her tone. "I know what I would lose when this marriage ends. My parents are dead, you guys are the only family I have left and we won't be family after this."

"Whatever happens, you'd always be family to us- to me," Rebekah assured, the girls backing her by nodding their heads. "I'm going to support you in all your decisions, I promise. And Nik...no one is going to save him from my wrath."

"You mean our wraths?" Bonnie corrected, smiling encouragingly at Caroline. "You're not alone in this, Care."

Elena added, "If one of us is suffering, we're all suffering. If one of us is in pain, we're all in pain. Don't think for one second we're going to leave you like this."

Happy tears rolled down her eyes. She was alone in this. She had three incredible sisters in law that were ready to do anything for her. It brought her a tiny twinge of happiness, however, she wasn't completely happy. But it was still good to know she still had people on her side, people who would go for the truth.

It was that little text, that text changed everything in the next thirty minutes. Her chest felt tight, as if it was being squeezed. She almost collapsed to the floor as she felt the pain as strong as anything in her life. Mentally screaming in anguish, she clutched her arms, her eyes watery with sheer pain and her breathing came out in sharp, shallow rasps.

She found her shaking legs moving, dodging the few people that were trying to get her attention, but all she could see was the man standing a distance away. Her legs carried her to him and spun him around, and he didn't have time to notice who it was before she slapped him on the face, the sound echoing all over the place.

She had slapped him.

She had slapped him in front of their family.

Their son.

Caroline had slapped Klaus.