Thank you all for the reviews! You all are really amazing. My story may be a slow beginning right now, but I promise, things will heat up soon. I have a lot in store for you kiddies and I can't wait until you read to find out what they are.

Okay, this chapter has a lot of drama. Clare and Luke are divorcing. Secrets will come out, but wait... whose secrets are they? You'll just have to read and find out. Don't forget to read my other story "Teach Me About Love." Yeah, I am a real lovey dovey person... considering the fact I'm single. :( Okay one particular part of this is from Why Did I Get Married, Too. If you never seen it, then don't worry.

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One Month Later

Clare and Luke were sitting across each other. Both of their eyes were focused on everyone else except each other. Dallas was on the right of Clare, holding her hand. Yes, it had been awkward at first. Walking in the room with Dallas by her side made Luke burn holes through her body with his eyes. Clare shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she felt a pair of eyes bore through her. She looked up to see that Luke was staring at her, again. She could tell that he was very angry. His eyes were now focused on Clare and Dallas' hands being intertwined.

Luke's lawyer cleared her throat, feeling some obvious tension in the room. Luke eyes quickly shifted away from Clare and on to the lawyer.

"Mr. Baker, we need to discuss all what you're suing Clare for," his lawyer said loudly, looking through the papers.

"Suing?! What the hell are you suing me for Luke?!" Clare yelled through her clenched teeth.

"Hmm, Mr. Baker says you destroyed his car and caused him emotional distress."

"Emotional distress?! Destroyed his car?! I bought that car my self with my money!"

"Yes, but the car belongs in Mr. Baker's name."

Luke tapped his lawyer on the shoulder and began whispering in her ear. The two parted and turned towards each other. They quietly talked among their selves before briefly stopping to look at Clare across the table. Clare took it as her time to talk to her own lawyer and find out why he wasn't doing anything.

"What are you doing, Carl?! I paid good money for you to make sure this case goes down without a fight!" Clare hissed.

"I-I'm doing the best I can Ms. Edwards," Carl whined.

Clare groaned and rolled her eyes. Dallas patted her on the shoulder before pulling her into a hug. Clare head laid her down on his shoulder and let Dallas stroke her hair, keeping her calm. She was beyond pissed. Luke was trying to take her money. Of course that's what he wanted. She was freaking Clare Edwards! The reporter of the famous newspaper in Toronto. Money wasn't a problem with Clare until now. Now, money was a problem because it's what Luke wants. He knew that he would try and take her money. Oh no, Clare Edwards wasn't having that.

A smirk crept upon her face as she seen the lawyer and Luke ending their conversation. His lawyer flipped through her papers, making sure she had every piece of evidence. She sat her papers on the table and flipped her brunette hair out of her face. Clare watched as she clasped her hand together and pushed her glasses back on her face.

"Ms. Edwards, it seems that you have a stash of money that belongs to both you and Luke."

Clare's jaw slightly dropped. No, not that hard working money that she had saved. She was saving that money. It was something special to her.

"No," Clare said angrily, "That is my money, Luke, and you can't have it!"

"Clare, are you forgetting how you got that money?! I stayed up with you all night and helped you with ideas for the paper."

"Yeah, but none of your ideas were good enough to use!"

Luke's jaw dropped before quickly closing it.

"Okay, Ms. Edwards, it seems that you only owe Mr. Baker money for the car."

"And this money goes specifically towards the car?" Carl asked.

"Why yes," Luke's lawyer said.

"Will you be there to see that?" Dallas butted in earning an evil glare from Luke.

"You stay the fuck out of this, friend," Luke said, letting the word 'friend' angrily slip through his lips.

"Luke, I don't know why-"

"Dallas, shut the fuck up! You know exactly why I'm the way I am! You stole Clare from me!"

"No, if you want to get technical, you stole Clare from me!"

"What the hell are you talking about?! I never took Clare from you!"

"Damn it, Luke, why the fuck do you have to sit there and lie in my damn face!? You're some sort of friend, Luke. You took Clare from right under me! You knew damn well we were supposed to get together! Not you and her!"

"Dallas that was fucking high school, get over it!" Luke growled.

"No, I will not get over the fact you ruined my chance of getting with Clare you sick fuck!" Dallas argued.

"I ruined your chance? Ha, from what I heard, I didn't ruin shit. You and Clare are already fucking around. It makes me wonder if y'all were doing that while we were together, Clare."

"Oh no, don't you dare fucking flip the switch on me, Luke. You and I both know I haven't had any time on my hands to go out and screw someone else," Clare defended.

"Bullshit!"

"Okay, Luke, let's talk about what you did behind my back with Jenna! Let's talk about that shit, because that's the reason we're here!"

"She made me feel like a man - something that you don't know how to do!" Luke snapped.

"Quiet, both of you!" Luke's lawyer yelled.

"Let's get this shit over with, Grace, so I can leave. NOW!" Luke yelled.

As the two signed their papers, Clare told Grace that she would have the money by tomorrow. Clare looked over at Luke one last time and began thinking what did she ever see in him. Luke was a very ugly man and it wasn't the looks she was talking about. It was his personality that was ugly. He had a cold heart and Clare never saw it until now. This wasn't the Luke she knew in high school. This wasn't the same Luke who used to always buy her flowers or the most beautiful jewelry. This wasn't the Luke who took her out on the most beautiful, random dates. No, this was a different Luke. His eyes weren't so full of life, they were cold like his heart. His eyes were cold, like their what used to be marriage.

Clare slowly rose from her seat, along with Dallas and Carl. She placed her purse on her shoulder and wiped a few strands of her hair out of her face. Before turning on her heels, Clare paused and looked over at Luke. She felt absolutely disgusted. What kind of man was he? It was painful to even look at him.

"Have a nice life," Clare whispered, leaving the room followed by Dallas and Carl.

Clare thanked Carl and left with Dallas by her side. She felt relief wash over her as she walked away from the building. This was the last time she wanted to see Luke. She wanted nothing to do with him or Jenna for that matter. Clare was done being the nice girl. She always managed to get her heartbroken. No more. Clare wasn't going to have someone stomped over her heart.

"Are you okay, honey?" Dallas finally asked.

"Y-Yes," Clare said hoarsely.

"Want to go home?"

Clare nodded her head, too upset to speak. She was happy that the lies were all over. She was happy that she was no longer getting cheated on. She was glad she didn't have to come home to a guy who had slept with someone one minute and lay in bed with their wife the next.

Clare failed to understand why they all fell under Jenna's spell. What was it about her? Why Jenna? Why couldn't it be someone better? Jenna was a slut! She opened her legs for everyone and every guy never failed to say no. This time, Luke happened to be one of them.

The car ride home was silent. Clare stared carelessly out of the window, letting her mind wonder. She wondered when was it going to be her turn to find happiness. She wondered when was she finally going to find a guy that wouldn't cheat on her. This was hurting more than ever. She felt her heart breaking as she began to realize that she was going to be alone. Clare felt her chest tighten as she thought about everything she had ever believed in. It was gone right before her eyes.

She had once promised herself that when she marry, it was going to be only once. No divorce. Now, she was going home to an empty house, a empty bed, and a empty heart. She thought that no one could ever fix this pain. It was just unbearable. It was killing Clare. She felt like she was going to die from a heartbreak.

/.../

Dallas watched Clare stumble into the house. As soon as they pulled up, she began crying. It pained him to see her so sad. He wish that there was something that he could do about it. He wish that he could take all her pain away and see that little smile that he loved.

"D-Dallas, you can go home," Clare said, her voice was barely a whisper.

"No," Dallas shook his head, "If you need me, I'll stay."

"I'll be fine, Dallas."

"Are you sure, Clare? I won't leave if-"

"Leave Mike!" Clare yelled this time.

Dallas stared at Clare in shock. Never has Clare called him Mike. Not once. Dallas lowered his head and slowly walked out of the house. He wasn't mad at Clare, he understood she was upset. He was going to let her calm down and then she'll call him when she needed him. Until then, he'll wait.