A/N: Hey guys! I hope you all had a happy new year! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this up, I didn't really plan for that to happen, but it kind of just did. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I must say, I still love seeing your reviews. So glad that ff.n got it's review/story/author alerts going again. I missed getting the alert for reviews and my favorite fics being updated. OK, so here's the moment you've all been so desperately been waiting for…who'd he call! Dun dun dun! Enjoy! Though I'm sure you're still going to be 'mad' at me.

Chapter 14

I knew something was wrong the moment he opened his mouth. The way he talked…it wasn't Tommy. There was something off in his voice and I couldn't even begin to figure out what it was.

He asked if I could meet him and I agreed. I wanted to find out what was bothering him. What was wrong.

And here I am, 6:58 on an August evening, sitting on a park bench and waiting for Tomm-Jason to arrive. I sighed and put my head in my hands. I had to tell him. I couldn't keep doing this to myself, to Briana, and most of all, to Tommy himself. He didn't deserve this. None of us does. I just had to figure out the best way to tell him.

"Hey," He greeted as he sat down next to me and I sat up and looked him over carefully, trying to judge his mood. Something was definitely wrong. His blue eyes weren't showing any emotion, His jaw was slightly clenched and his posture stiff. Otherwise, no emotion was conveying through his body language. Very unlike Tommy.

"What's up?" I asked, immediately worried about him.

"I was kind of hoping you would tell me." He said, looking directly into my eyes.

"Hu?" I was confused. What did he mean by that? Tom-Jason barked out a bitter laugh and I suddenly felt chilled. What happened? I wondered. "Jason, what's wrong?" I asked and he pursed his lips in anger and it hit me. Oh. My –

"How the hell can you sit there and pretend like-"

"Tommy!"

"No. You…you lied to me." He spat, turning to face me directly and I had never seen him look so angry.

"Tommy, I"

"I thought I could trust you! And you…" He shook his head and looked down at the ground. He laughed bitterly again. "Joke's on me, right?"

"Please, just, tell me what happened so I can-"

"So you can what, Jude? Hu? What can you do to make this any better?" he asked me and I felt tears sting my eyes.

"Tommy, please, just…let me explain."

"Explain what, Jude? How I found this hidden in a dresser drawer at home?" He asked, pulling something out of his pocket and shoving it into my hand. I glanced down and immediately recognized his wedding ring. "Or how about I had to find out I'm someone else from the god damned internet?"

"I'm sorry." I said weakly, tears running down my face. "I wanted…I wanted to tell you."

"And you didn't." He stated ice-ly and it stung.

"Would you have believed me? If I told you?" I asked him and he didn't respond. I took that as a signal to continue. "Don't you think I wanted to? Don't you think I wanted you to remember me? Remember our daughter? Anything?" I reached over and took his hand and he didn't withdraw it. He didn't do anything. Just continued to stare out into the park, not meeting my gaze. "I couldn't stand to lose you again. God Tommy, I thought you were dead! I spent every day praying to God to bring you back to me. I spent months upon months crying myself to sleep. And then, I found you." I said, trying hard not to loose control of my emotions but finding it hard. Tears were pouring down my cheeks now and I never felt so desperate in my life. Not even when he was dead. "It was almost like my wishes had been granted. I thought…I don't know. Being your friend was better than having you dead." I sniffed and continued. "And for awhile, I was fine with it…or at least, as fine as I could be."

"Jude, I don't know…I don't know what to do. What to believe." He told me, looking into my eyes. And I saw how lost he was.

"I know this has to be hard on you…"

"So it's true?" he asked, cutting me off. "I am your husband?" I nodded, not able to say much more. "I don't even remember you." He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Remember us."

"I'm not going to pressure you into-"

"I have a kid, Jude."

"Who loves and adores you," I admitted and added "but I don't expect anything. I know…you're happy with Jessica-" His eyes suddenly widened at the mention of Jessica and he got pale all the sudden. "Tommy, what?"

"Shit," He said, leaning down and putting his head between his hands. I watched him, suddenly filled with worry. Why did he get so pale? I wondered and began to rub small circles on his back. "She lied to me," He muttered, sounding almost broken.

I didn't know what to say in response to that. It was true. She filled his head with a false life. With false hopes and dreams and promises. She took him away from me and Bri and though I never met the woman, I hated her with a passion I never knew I could.

"She told me that…" He shook his head suddenly and sat up and leaned back with a groan. "I need to talk to her." He said, looking over at me. "I need to know."

I nodded my understanding. "If you need anything-"

"Yeah," he said, sounding almost sick.

I watched as he got up and left me alone. I glanced down at the ring in my hand and I closed my fist around it, a sob escaping my throat as I replayed the conversation in my head. I didn't know if he hated me or understood me. I took a deep breath to try and get my body's emotions under control and got up with shaky legs from the park bench and headed back home.

Once I got home, I opened the door and Sadie got up from her seat on my couch and walked over to me. She took one look at me and her expression changed to worried.

"Jude, what's-"

"Sadie, I messed up," I said, breaking down into tears again and Sadie wrapped her arms around me and held me as I cried.