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Chapter 13

"You left a voice mail saying you wanted to talk." He sat back in his chair.

I let out the breath I had been holding. "Right." I mumbled. "You know." I reached to take a sip of his beer but stopped, remembering that I was pregnant.

"You're acting weird. What's going on?" He raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to talk, so talk." He pushed his empty dinner plate away from him and brought his elbows to the table.

"Umm.. yeah." I started mumbling again. "Reid, there's something I need to tell you." I spoke slowly, trying to bide my time and compose some sort of speech in my head. "I'm umm… I'm not happy" I confessed.

"Okay, you're not happy. What else?" He sat back in his chair, I could tell he was trying to control his temper.

"Umm, well I haven't been happy for awhile now and I've been thinking a lot lately, about our marriage."

His jaw was clenched shut. He was breathing through his nostrils. Yeah, he was angry.

"I don't think this is working anymore." I tried to compose myself, fighting back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I blinked repeatedly, trying to hold them at bay. I took a deep breath, and spoke fast, "I've been seeing someone else."

He pounded his fist on the table. I looked away from him. I couldn't look him in the face, not after what I had done. He didn't deserve this. "How could you do this to me?" His voice was strangled. I could tell he was trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry Reid. It just happened." I started crying. "There's something else." I swallowed hard. I needed to do this, I needed to tell Reid that I was pregnant; it was only fair to him. "I'm pregnant."

Reid let out a strangled sob. My heart felt like it had just shattered into a million little pieces. "I'm so sorry Reid, I really am." I cried.

"You whore!" He yelled out, rubbing his eyes. "You slut!" He threw his beer bottle across the room. It hit a cupboard and broke on contact. I screamed out in surprise.

Suddenly, I felt defensive. "You're not innocent either Reid!" I yelled back. "I know about Violet and your 'trip' to Berlin. Don't you think the long hours at the office are a little suspicious?"

"What are you talking about? Who's Violet?"

"Don't you play that game with me! If it wasn't for you neglecting me, maybe I wouldn't have gone off with another man!" I knew I should not have said that last part when he flinched. I instantly regretted it.

"Violet Peterman? Are you talking about the deposition I went to last weekend?"

"Don't try to pin this on some stupid deposition!" I spat out, pushing my finger into his chest. "I may be a whore, I may be a slut, but I am not stupid!" I yelled louder this time, letting my anger get the best of me.

"Control yourself dammit, or you'll wake up the kids." He spoke out of the corner of his mouth.

I stepped away and reached for a paper towel. I blew my nose and wiped away my tears. Reid stood, slouched over, with bags under his eyes. Finally, he spoke again. "Violet Peterman is Larry Peterman's step-mother. She's testifying against him. I took her to dinner while I was in Berlin on strictly business purposes. She's eighty-four years old, has a fake leg, and is blind in one eye. Nothing of that sort happened between us."

The lump in my throat returned again. "I'm sorry Reid. I really am. You have every right to be angry. You have every right to hate me. I know what I've done is unforgiveable. I'll have my attorney fax you over the divorce papers once I sign them." I closed my eyes as I spoke, unable to look at the man I had just betrayed. "I want sole custody of the children. You can have everything else." I felt a tear drop from my eyes and fall down my cheek. I wiped it away. "I loved you Reid, you were my everything for so long. But things change. You changed. Our marriage changed. You're not the same people you used to be in high school. You're not the same person I married."

I opened my eyes after a few minutes of silence. Reid was looking down at his feet, silently crying. I took off the ring on my left hand and held it out to him. He didn't take it. "Who?" He finally spoke again.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Who is it? Who are you leaving me for? I think I have a right to know who my wife has been fucking behind my back."

I flinched as he spoke. But I knew I deserved it. What I had done was the worst thing a person could do to someone else. Before I could answer, my cell phone rang. Reid reached into my purse, looked at the caller id, and froze.

"I'm sorry." I kept repeating over and over. "I'm really sorry."

He threw the phone at the cupboard, like he did to his beer, and it shattered. "I hope you and Ty are happy together." He walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

I walked over to where the pile of glass and plastic laid, and started picking it up. A few minutes later I heard the bedroom door open and footsteps walk closer. I stood up to say I was sorry one last time, but Reid stopped me. He reached for the keys and walked to the front door, a suitcase in his hand, turning back only once to tell me, "You're not the Eliza I married either" and slammed the front door shut.

I stood in place for a few minutes reveling over what Reid had just said. I'm not the same person he married. I knew that people changed. I had changed. But why? Other than spending too much time at work, what had Reid done to me that was so bad? I reached for the cordless phone and dialed a number I was all too familiar with.

"Hey it's me." I spoke into the phone after he answered. My voice was still shaky. "I told him."

"Alright, now it's time to play our version of Trivial Pursuit" The fat man with glasses spoke into the microphone on the pedestal. What was his name again? Mr. Balding, Mr. Balding, Mr. Brown. That was it, Mr. Brown. I think.

"Alright, this is our chance to prove ourselves." Reid was speaking to the group of lawyers and their wives/dates at the table. "If we win, the money goes to our charity. And we can't let those kids at the hospital down."

Tyler was staring at me from across the table, a knowing smile pressed against his pretty face. I avoided any eye contact with him whatsoever. Reid threw his arm around the back of my chair and leaned down to whisper, "It's all on you and me, babe."

"I got this." I whispered back, paying extra attention to Mr. Brown at the podium and not on the blue-eyed brunette still staring at me from across the table. It wasn't the fact that he was staring at me that was unnerving, but it was the fact that he was doing so when Reid was sitting right next to me. One look at Tyler and Reid would know everything. One look at Tyler and his girlfriend of six months, Olivia, would know as well.

Mr. Balding..err Brown cleared his throat. Everyone's attention at the Children's Cancer Charity Event turned to him. Everyone except for Tyler and I. "Excuse me" I said as I stood up. Reid grabbed my hand as an attempt to ask me where I was going. I leaned down towards his face and whispered, "Bathroom."

I power walked my way to the elegant ladies bathroom on the second floor. The flooring was made of marble and I was pretty sure a few of the toilets were made either from diamonds or gold. Or both. "Probably just porcelain like everything else" I said to myself in the mirror. I turned the faucet on and let the cold water run before splashing my face with it. I needed to cool off.

I dried my face with a towel, looking over the display of hand soaps lying around. I put a few into my purse.

"What are you doing?" A voice echoed through the bathroom.

I turned around and came face to face with the man I had been avoiding all night. Tyler. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"Are you jealous?" He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. "I like it when you're jealous." He started placing kisses on my neck.

I pushed him away. "I'm not jealous." I lied. I was jealous. But I was also married. Very married. "You have no idea what you do to me Tyler Simms."

A knock sounded on the door. I looked at Tyler with wide eyes before pushing him into a bathroom stall.

"Eliza, are you in there?" It was Reid.

I walked over to the door and opened it up. "Did you call for me?" I asked in a high-pitched voice.

Reid stared at me for a few minutes before answering. "They've started the game." His voice was quiet. "What's wrong?" He eyed me up and down. "Your skin looks flushed."

My hand gripped the door handle. "I'm fine, I was feeling a little hot in there and I came in the bathroom to wash my face." I pulled the door closed as far as it could go with me between the door frame. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Reid looked past my head but seem satisfied. "Alright" he kissed my cheek. "Don't be too long." He turned around and walked away. I hung my head as I exhaled in relief. I watched Reid turn the corner before I shut the bathroom door and locked it.

I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind. "Not so fast Eliza." Tyler voice was deep and full of lust.

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I walked as quickly as I could, my Gucci purse full of tiny hand soaps swinging on my arm. I found my table and quickly sat down, avoiding the perturbed gazes from the other attendees. Did I feel guilty as Reid rubbed my back while Mr. Brown read off the questions to the trivia game?

No. I felt relaxed. And wanted.

Was I even human anymore?

And why the hell didn't I make Tyler wear protection?

I opened my eyes and blinked. Could this really be happening? How do I tell the children what's going on? How could I ever look Reid in the eyes again? Should I tell them that Daddy's on a long business trip while Mommy whores herself out for attention? Or that Daddy left Mommy because she's a two-timing cheating whore?

Maybe I should just not mention anything until they ask about it.

"Where should I put this?" Tyler was holding up a box that had the word 'Fragile' written in permanent marker on the side. Was he really okay with all this? Sleeping with his best friend's wife, knocking her up, and then moving into the house she used to share with him?

"Anywhere you want. It's your house now." I said sarcastically, but I doubt he could read that far into it. Tyler wasn't like Reid. Tyler was dense, somewhat intelligent, but oblivious all at the same time.

Tyler responded by placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Eww Momma, why was Uncle Tyler kissing you?" Ahna peeked through a pile of boxes and bubble wrap.

I mentally rolled my eyes. What had I gotten myself into?