No, you're wrong

Fifteen Weeks Later

Ryan tossed the wedding catalog back onto the coffee table in disgust. He was sick of looking at wedding dresses and tuxedoes. He felt like he would vomit if he had to look at one more wedding cake and was sick of all the calls he was getting from different florists. There was too much planning involved in a wedding. Too many stupid little things to think about that seemed too ridiculous to be important.

He suddenly felt like he had made the wrong discussion in his life.

Horatio opened the door to find Ryan standing on his front porch. He looked grief stricken, like something was hurting him.

"Ryan, what's wrong?" Horatio asked him.

Ryan looked at him and shook his head. "I can't do this anymore Horatio," he whispered, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Do what?" Horatio inquired.

"I can't keep planning a frickin wedding with Natalia," he whispered.

"Well take a break from the wedding for awhile." Horatio suggested, "You're not getting married for another year, you don't need to have all the details planned out right now."

"No, I don't mean that," Ryan said, "I mean I can't marry Natalia because I don't love her."

Horatio looked at him confused. "You don't love her?"

Ryan shook his head. "No, I thought I did, but I don't. I thought I knew what true love was but I didn't know. Over the last few months though, I've learned what love really is."

Horatio shook his head and stepped back from Ryan. "No Ryan," he whispered, "No Ryan you're wrong."

"I know what I'm talking about Horatio," Ryan said, his voice shaking. "I've finally seen what it was that was missing from my life all these years."

"No Ryan," Horatio said again, "This isn't how it's supposed to be."

"Please Horatio!" Ryan begged, "Can't we have a life together? What's so wrong about being with someone you love?"

"Because I don't love you Ryan!" Horatio screamed, "I have a wife! I don't need you!"

"But I need you!" Ryan exclaimed, "The only reason I proposed to Natalia was because I needed something to fill the void! I needed someone to be you because I need you because I love you!"

"No you don't Ryan!" Horatio yelled in response, "You don't love me, you love Natalia! Now leave me alone!" He shoved Ryan from his house and slammed the door. Horatio leaned against the door and sunk to the ground as he began to cry because he was wrong in so many ways.

"You're having an affair."

Horatio turned to see his wife standing just mere feet behind him as he sobbed. He hadn't heard her approach him and didn't know how long she had been there. "What?" he whispered.

"You're having an affair," Marisol repeated as she began to cry.

"No, Marisol," Horatio quickly said as he rose to his feet, "No, you've got it all wrong."

"No Horatio, I'm right," Marisol snapped at him. "You're having an affair! But it's not just an affair, Horatio. You're having an affair with Ryan Wolfe! You're sleeping with another man!"

"No, Marisol, it's not like that," Horatio attempted to argue, walking towards her.

Marisol recoiled away from him as the tears began streaming down her face. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, "Don't you dare touch me!" She grabbed her purse and pushed past him and out the door. Horatio watched her leave and felt his heart break all over again.