Warning: Rated T for Bad Language

"I've heard it said, to err is human,

It's forgiveness that's divine,

I thought about forgiving you, but,

I want revenge; I want what's mine,

I think it's time to settle scores now,

It's time to set the record straight,

You won't know it's coming, you won't know how,

Or when, you'll have to watch and wait."

Chapter 2: Validation

Somehow she had managed to reach the couch before she collapsed in, what seemed to her, a pool of tears. She simply broke down with no restraint. She was always considered an ambitious cutthroat bitch who could handle anything, but now she couldn't even bother to brush the wetness from her face.

After what seemed like hours and hours of self-pity, she finally decided she needed proof. She needed to know for sure that her husband was in fact…gay…and even more importantly, she needed to know that he was in actuality having an affair with that bastard House. She and him never truly got along especially after he fired her. That tends to inspire a little hate. After that she had always avoided any confrontation with the man. That never stopped James though. She had tried to keep him away from that fucking asshole, but he refused. She always knew she'd been sharing James with House, but she never knew how close the two really were.

She shook her head and composed herself. She was determined to uncover the truth behind their affair. She began to pace her living room, back and forth. From the tone in the voice mail, she knew the two had been together for weeks now, or maybe even months. Seeing as this was their first slip up, the two must be extremely good at keeping this affair their secret. That only added to her problem. How do I catch them in the act?

She elected to stake out their offices and then improvise from there on. She grabbed her car keys and headed out the door. The red stain remained unmoved from her carpet.

She glared at the motorcycle as she passed it. Fucking bastard stole my husband. She parked her car and took a moment to settle her emotions before entering the hospital discretely. She was relieved when she managed to reach the second floor without any familiar encounters. She stopped at the corner of the hallway and surveyed diagnostics and oncology. Her husband's office was concealed; however, diagnostics was clearly visible within its glass walls and was devoid of any privacy. She guessed it was because Cuddy didn't trust him enough to give him an enclosed office. That means any secret making out would definitely take place in James' office. She barely recognized the limping figure in the conference room. He was writing symptoms up on the white board with his damn team.

"Amber Wilson?" She was startled by a feminine voice from behind her. She turned quickly her expression that of a child getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She found herself face to face with Cuddy.

"Hello, Dr. Cuddy." Amber smiled politely. She hoped she didn't come off as too suspicious.

"You should know by now, call me Lisa. Are you joining James for lunch?" She asked curiously. Can't the woman mind her own business for once?

Amber continued smiling as she replied accordingly, "yes actually." It was obvious by her tone that she intended on ending the conversation there. Cuddy was slightly taken back, but she hid her frown under a fake little smile.

"Well, have a good day, Mrs. Wilson." She turned and walked away, obviously fuming over Amber's disconcerting behavior. Amber rolled her eyes once she was out of sight and turned back to diagnostics where the three doctors were exiting the conference room with House following behind them. Sure enough, he limped straight to Wilson's office.

Amber frowned as she hurried into diagnostics. She entered House's office and walked straight to his balcony window. She didn't need to step outside to see what she had come for.

House was passionately kissing Wilson. His greedy hands were pulling at his tie and messing with his hair, and Wilson reciprocated with a brilliant smile. She recognized the possessive nature of the kiss. He thinks James belongs to him!

Amber felt her anger rise violently. Unadulterated hate burned in her entire being. She wanted to kill him…both of them. Originally she planned to out them, but what would that do? They would recover within the day while she would have to suffer with the cruel fact that her husband cheated on her with the man who fired her! Not to mention the well known fact that he's a misanthropic pain in the ass. How could he love him more than me? His wife!

She stood watching the grotesque scene for another minute before finally storming out of the building, not caring who saw her. Amber planned to make him suffer. James was going to regret the day he ruined her life.