N.B. BIG thanks for the lovely reviews my friends (and for the ones on the other story too). So sorry it's taken me so long to update this story, but I've had a bit of a crap time of late and I really didn't feel like writing…butttttt, Enough of my moaning lol and on with the new update…Enjoy! As always, for my own Dynamos, Mel & Viki, love you girls…Mwahs!

Chapter 16 Beginning of The End?

Letting himself into the goat house, Sam was surprised to find Sophie already up and about. It was still early and his daughter was obviously taking advantage of the fact that his granddaughter was still asleep, making it easier for her to complete the chores around the apartment. She was picking up Emma's toys, that were scattered around the floor of the living room and didn't notice her father come in. Sam leant up against the wall and just watched his daughter for a few moments, taking in just how much Sophie resembled her mother, not only in her looks, but with her hurried movements too. As Sophie scooped up the last of her little girl's dolls and threw it into the toy box, she turned and noticed Sam watching her.

"Dad." Said Sophie, as a huge beam spread across her pretty face. "When did you get home?" She asked, walking over to Sam and throwing her arms around him.

Giving his daughter a tight hug, Sam placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Late last night sweetheart. How have you and my little princess been?" He asked, as Sophie unwrapped her arms and motioned for him to sit down on the nearby sofa.

Watching her father sit down, Sophie then took a seat next to him and shrugged her shoulders. "We've been fine I guess." She answered, before looking down at the small pink teddy, she now held in her hands. "How have you been…Without Mom?" She added, slowly peering back up at her father's face and noticing his expression change from a happy one, to one of sadness.

"It's been hard Sophie… But I don't know how much your mother has told you darling." Replied Sam, shifting position on the sofa and gazing into his daughter's huge blue eyes.

For some reason, Sam had an inkling that his wife had probably kept things from their daughter, in order to protect her. They both knew that Sophie was a very sensitive young woman and even more so since the whole issue with Sky. If there was one thing for sure, Sam knew that Donna wouldn't want to upset Sophie, if she could possibly help it and he didn't want to either. He didn't want to upset anyone, he just wanted everything to be back to normal, or as normal as it could be under the present circumstances.

"Mom has hardly told me anything. In fact, we're not talking at the moment… And before you start with me for arguing with her, I want you to know that I was only sticking up for you Dad." Sophie responded, fiddling nervously with the small stuffed animal in her hands. "She's been unbearable at times to live with since Max was born and I can't understand why she's pushed you away."

Shaking his head, Sam smiled at his daughter. "I appreciate you defending me Soph, but arguing with your mother isn't going to help anything… Your mom is having a rough time at the moment and unfortunately she doesn't seem to want to listen to reason." Said Sam, leaning forward the tuck a strand of Sophie's golden hair behind her ear. "But I want you to know, whatever happens between me and your mom, nothing's going to change what we have."

A confused expression swept across Sophie's face. "What do you mean, happens between you and Mom? You're back for good right?" She asked, staring intensely into her father's eyes and slowly shaking her head at him.

"I don't know what's happening right now sweetheart. Your mother has filed for divorce and when I spoke to her earlier, it…" Answered Sam, trailing off and running his hand through his dark hair. "Let's just say, it didn't go too well. The last thing I heard was the sound of smashing pottery in the kitchen."

Sophie clasped her hand over her mouth in total shock. "Oh my god… She's divorcing you?" She finally asked, once her father's words had registered. "I can't believe it."

"Yeah, it came as a shock to me too darling… But I need you to promise me, that you won't be hard on her. She needs you Sophie, you know that don't you?" Sam said, gently wiping away a few tears, as they trickled down his daughter's cheek. "I'm going to do all I can to make it right. That's my promise to you."

Wiping even more of her hot tears, as they silently fell from her eyes Sophie swallowed hard. She found it difficult to fully comprehend what was actually going on. When she had spoken to her mother about it, she had said that she and Sam had issues they were working on resolving, not contemplating divorce… As far back as Sophie could remember, her mother had always been quite stubborn and once she had her mind set on something, there was no changing her mind on the matter. It was a trait that had sometimes driven the young woman insane, until of course, it was pointed out by a few close friends, that she too had inherited the stubborn streak from her mother. The Sheridan women were known to be headstrong and intelligent with it too, but Sophie couldn't help but think her mother just wasn't thinking straight at the moment. She couldn't be…

"How can you be so calm about it Dad? I love Mom, I really do, but you can't expect me to happy about what she's doing to you." Sophie finally replied, standing up and walking over to Emma's toy box to throw in the small teddy she'd been holding onto.

Standing up too, Sam walked over towards the goat house door. "Don't blame your mother for all this sweetheart. I maybe haven't been the best husband lately…Pretending everything's alright, doesn't make it alright." He said, giving Sophie a wink and then leaving her to it.

Having done well to hold it together in front of his daughter, Sam was happy that he had seen her and reassured her he would do his best to make her mother see sense. At the moment, Sam still couldn't quite fathom out why his wife had gone to such extremes and instead of trying to work out their problems, she had cut straight to the chase and taken it upon herself to end the relationship altogether. She must have had her reasons, but what they were exactly, was beyond him. At least when Lorraine had filed for divorce, he knew she had a valid reason; she had gone through years of marriage knowing her husband was in love with another woman and even though she had been the one committing countless acts of adultery, he knew he had been the one to ultimately drive her to it. This was different, this was completely different. Donna was the woman he had been in love with all these years, she was the only reason he couldn't make his first marriage work and now she had given up on theirs. Sam couldn't comprehend how someone could just stop loving another person, after what they had together had been so special. Thinking about it, he could only come up with two possible answers to this; either Donna was in love with another man or she really was still in love with him, but somehow doubted his loved for her.

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To say that Donna been a wreck since her run in with Sam, was an understatement. It had taken the Dynamos well over an hour to talk her round and scrape her up off the kitchen floor. Donna had sat there, crying and shaking, as her best friends held her close, trying in vain to soothe her troubles. She wasn't acting like a woman that was divorcing for the right reasons, she was acting like Sam had been the one to tell her it was all over between them. With past experience under her Gucci belt, Tanya knew what the Carmichael's had was far from over and that all they needed was a gentle push in the right direction, to get Donna to open up. The plan she had in mind, was a simple one, but one that had worked once before. It would all come into play later tonight.

Through the mediation of the Dynamos, Donna had reluctantly agreed to let Sam take Max out for a daytrip to the mainland. She had kissed her baby boy goodbye, before handing him over to Rosie and also handing her the bag containing the essentials he needed for the day out. It was hard for Donna, as she hadn't been parted from her son since the day he was born and she wondered if Sam could cope with him by himself. It wasn't until her best friend informed her that Sophie was planning on joining him with Emma, that Donna relaxed a little and decided to throw herself into work, to take her mind off missing her baby for a while.

With the mail sorted through, the guest quarters cleaned and Max's endless dirty clothes washed and dried, Donna finally allowed herself to grab something to drink. She pulled out a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge behind the beach bar and poured herself a large glass of the pale coloured liquid. It was wonderfully peaceful, as she took a seat at one of the small tables and gazed out across the horizon. There was something about being sat near the beach, that brought a kind of inner calm to her. She loved the ocean and the island of Kalokairi, reminiscing over the past and how happy she and Sophie had been here over the years… Without a second thought, Donna had erased the memories of her past before she had left home to go travelling. Her childhood had been a strict Christian upbringing and one that didn't hold many fond memories for her, often causing her to rebel against her controlling mother. Her early teenage years hadn't been much better either and as the arguments escalated between mother and daughter, Donna knew as soon as she could, she'd break away and live her life as she wanted, not as she was told to…

"What you thinking about honey?" Asked Tanya, walking over to join her friend and finding her lost in thought.

Blinking back the tears, Donna turned her head to face her friend. "Just the past." She answered quietly, before taking a sip of her wine and gazing back out to the ocean.

Walking over to the bar, to get herself a glass, Tanya let out a snort of laughter. "Well that explains the drink then." She said, then walking back to the table and talking a seat next to her friend. "How far back are we talking? Just so I know how drunk I have to get to deal with it all?" She continued, helping herself to a glass of the chilled white wine and talking a swig of it.

Donna rolled her eyes at her friend's questions and sighed deeply. "Back to when my life was simple. When it was just me and Soph living on our little island." She answered, pouring herself a refill and glancing round at a smiling Tanya.

"How things have changed since then huh Carmichael." Responded Tanya, raising an eyebrow at her best friend. "And I mean for the better… You made your business a success, became a grandmother, had another baby, gained two other great kids and married the man of your dreams."

Feeling the tears beginning to pool in her eyes once more, Donna peered down into her glass of wine. "Did you have to call me that?" She asked, still watching the contents of her glass, as she swirled it round slowly. "You never call me that."

Glancing down at Donna's hand, as she played with her glass, Tanya noticed that her best friend had removed her wedding band and engagement ring. "I called you it because it suits you honey and it is still your name after all." She replied, taking a sip of her drink and peering back up at Donna's face.

"Well not for much longer." Donna replied in a quiet voice and then downing the cooling liquid from her glass.

With the sun starting to set over the island, both women sat in silence for a few minutes, just watching the light slowly fade when the sun sank closer towards the ocean on the horizon. Tanya was frustrated, wanting to make her best friend see sense before it was too late and short of slapping her across the face, she knew that all she could do was keep talking to her about it for now. Donna on the other hand, didn't want to talk anymore. She was being stubborn and knew that now her mind was set, there was no going back for her and her soon to be ex-husband. When it was all over, she'd reassured herself, that she'd still have her hotel and the two greatest gifts Sam had ever given her; her two children. Not sure what Sam had told the boys, Donna hoped deep down that they wouldn't hate her for it and they would still look upon her as their mother. She loved them like her own and no matter what happened between her and their father, she would always be there for them regardless.

"Why are you doing this to yourself Donna?" Asked Tanya, bringing her friend out of her thoughts once more. "You still love Sam and don't even think about trying to deny it sweetie, it's written all over your face."

Turning to face her friend, Donna couldn't stop a few stray tears escaping her stinging eyes. "You know why I'm doing this Tanya… Sam deserves someone better." She whispered, feeling her body tense up as she wiped away the warm tears from her cheek.

Nodding, Tanya placed her wineglass down on the small table in front of her and sighed. "Ok honey, but answer me this… How are you going to feel when you know that he's in a relationship with someone else? Oh and he will be, believe me. Some woman will be happy to get her claws into Sammy boy." She said, watching the colour drain from her friend's face, as he harsh words sank in. "How are you going to feel when you know he's back in New York, making love to another woman? Sharing his life with her and introducing her to your son? Because it's bound to happen honey. He's going to want to have Max with him for visits, it's his right as his father." She continued, feeling bad for saying things that she knew her friend wouldn't want to hear.

Donna felt the knife plunge into her heart and as she replayed Tanya's words over in her mind, it twisted further to cause her more pain. Even after everything she'd done, Donna hadn't allowed herself to think that far ahead into the future and how she would actually cope with all these aspects of it. For now, she was busy dealing with the fact that Sam was back at the villa and how she was going to get him to sign the papers, to get everything over and done with. She knew her friend meant well, but she still didn't want to hear it, let alone dwell on it.

"I'm going for a bath. It's been a long day." Said Donna, standing from the table and blatantly avoiding her best friend's questions. "Will one of you let me know when Sam gets back, so I can put Max to bed?" She asked, sliding the bottle of wine over towards Tanya and slowly walking away before receiving an answer.

Tanya watched her leave the beach and head up the stone steps to the courtyard. "Oh you'll know when Sam's back alright." She muttered to herself, as she poured herself another glass of wine and waited for Rosie to join her.

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Returning home from their day out, Sam was smiling as he walked across the courtyard, carrying a sleeping baby Max in his arms. Sophie placed little Emma down on the floor and watched as she toddled over towards Rosie, who held her arms out for the little girl. Father and daughter had enjoyed spending the day together and had both agreed not to talk about the divorce, in fear of it bringing the mood down. The two babies had had a ball too, playing on the beach, eating the picnic Sophie had prepared beforehand and after being treated to gifts from the toy shop, having dinner at Valentina's.

"Did you guys have fun?" Asked Rosie, as she scooped Emma up into her arms and placed a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Nodding, Sophie stifled a yawn and smiled. "Yes, but I'm exhausted." She answered, taking Emma from her Aunt Rosie, as the small tot held her arms out to her mother. "These two are hard work."

Sam laughed and nodded. "Yes they are." He said in agreement, as he peered lovingly down at the little boy in his arms. "Max is worn out. Maybe because his sister insisted that we went shopping."

"Nothing wrong with getting him trained from a young age." Laughed Sophie, placing a kiss on her brother's forehead and shifting Emma onto her hip. "Well I'm going to get this little madam bathed and put to bed… Night all." She finished, blowing her Aunt's a kiss as she walked away towards the goat house with a chattering Emma.

"Night Soph." The Dynamos both called after her, before both instantly looking back at Sam and Max.

Narrowing his eyes at his wife's best friends, Sam smiled. "Well I better get Max to bed too." He said, gently placing his son against his chest, so his head was resting on his father's shoulder.

Stepping forward, Rosie gently took the sleeping baby out of Sam's hold. "Don't worry about that Sam, I'll do it for you." She said, now holding Max close and smiling at her friend's husband.

"Yeah, we'll put him to bed." Said Tanya, standing from her seat and walking over to stand next to Rosie. "Donna's upstairs and she wants to see you. I think she's ready to talk honey." She added with a smile and ushering Rosie away towards the nursery.

Sam stood there for a few moments and watched the Dynamos walk into the reception area, before his gaze wandered up towards the bedroom her used to share with his wife. Since their argument earlier that morning, he had tried his best not to think about it and assured himself that he should give Donna a bit of space before he broached the subject again. According to the Dynamos, Donna was now ready to talk about it and hopefully he could finally get to the bottom of what was really going on with her. Walking over to the bar, Sam poured himself a small measure of scotch and downed it in one. If they were about to have a heart to heart, he wanted to calm himself down first and knew Donna would probably need a drink too. Grabbing a extra glass and the rest of the bottle of his best scotch, Sam made his way up to the bedroom.

Reaching the landing at the top of the stairs, Sam paused as he placed his hand on the door handle. Turning it quietly, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. The bedroom was empty, but he could see the light coming under the door of the bathroom and the sound of running water confirmed that Donna was in there. Under normal circumstances, he would have walked right in there and joined his wife in the tub like they used to do on a regular basis, but now it was different. Donna had single-handedly decided that what they had together, was no longer the way she wanted to live and until he could change her mind, the thought of not being able to touch her, drove him mad.

Sam took a seat on the edge of the marital bed, placed the glasses on the nightstand and poured them both a drink. He heard the sound of the water being let out the bath and Donna getting out. What he didn't hear, was one of the Dynamos climbing the stairs and silently locking the bedroom door from the outside, with the hotel's master key. The two backup girls knew what Donna was like for running away from things, when the going got too much for her to handle and the only way to keep her there to confront her problems, was to lock the pair of them in. It had worked a treat once before, so hopefully it would work again. The Dynamos would of course hang around and survey the situation, only letting the Carmichael's out if they thought they had talked things through, or were at risk of actually killing one another.

Wrapping her robe around her and tying it up, Donna towel dried her hair as she opened the bathroom door and walked out into her bedroom. She froze at the sight of her husband sat on their bed with his back to her. Donna couldn't believe the nerve of Sam, just turning up in her room like that and as he slowly turned to face her with a smile, she could feel the anger building within.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Asked Donna in an icy tone, throwing her damp towel down on the bed in front of her and tightening her robe. "Where's Max?"

Standing up, Sam took a sip of his drink. "Max is in bed and I'm here because the Dynamos said you wanted to talk." He replied, then pouring himself another drink and holding a glass out to Donna.

Completely ignoring his offer of a drink, Donna walked past Sam and over to the bedroom door. "I never said I wanted to talk. You've been set up Sam… I'm going to check on Max." She said calmly turning the handle and instantly realising the door was locked. "Unlock the door." She added, turning to face her husband and staring intensely into his steely blue eyes as he stared back at her.

"I haven't locked it Donna." Said Sam, holding his hands up to protest his innocence in the matter.

Shaking her head, Donna turned back to the door and hammered on it. "Tanya, Rosie…You better unlock this door right now." She called through the wooden door. "Do you hear me?" She continued, placing her ear against it and listening for some form of movement on the other side.

Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, Sam laughed quietly. "I think we've both been set up." He said, before taking another sip of his scotch.

"I'll fucking kill them when I get my hands on them." Sniped Donna, grabbing the bottle of scotch from the nightstand and taking it into the bathroom with her.

Sam heard his wife slam and lock the door behind her and shook his head. It was plainly obvious that the Dynamos had been behind this and although Donna didn't want him anywhere near her, Sam took comfort that he was near enough in the same room as her for the being. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol taking hold of his senses, as he stood up and walked over to the locked bathroom door. Resting his forehead on the pale blue door, Sam could hear Donna on the other side sniffling quietly. There was no mistaking that she was upset, but he didn't know if it was at his presence, or the fact that her best friends had been so sneaky.

"Max had a good time today." Said Sam, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. "But I think he and Emma missed you."

No surprise there was no reply from the other side of the door and Sam sighed as he took a seat on the floor, resting against the doorframe. He looked down at the contents of his glass and took a sip. His heart was aching and all he wanted to do was hold Donna in his arms if only she would let him get close to her again. She was still his wife, he loved her and as far as he was concerned, there was no one else that could fill that part of his life ever again. Donna was trembling as she sat on the other side of the door, taking long sips of the stinging alcohol to calm her shattered nerves. Of all the stupid stunts for her friends to pull, this was by far the most annoying. They knew full well what she was trying to deal with and that talking to Sam was not on her agenda at all.

Taking another swig of scotch, Donna then wiped the cascading tears from her face and sighed. She had no idea how long her backup girls planned for her to stay locked up with her soon to be ex-husband, but she hoped they soon got bored and decided to let them out, then she could deal with them.

"Donna, I hate to disturb whatever you're doing in there… But I've really got to pee." Said Sam, breaking the silence once more and getting up slowly.

Rolling her eyes, Donna slowly stood too and took a deep breath before unlocking the door. She opened it and instantly locked gazes with Sam as he smiled at her. It was the smile that had won her over two years ago in the chapel and now the effect it had was just the same. Donna broke eye contact with Sam, in order to keep herself composed and stepped past him so he could use the bathroom. As he closed the door behind him, Donna walked over to the dressing table and took out the divorce papers, Sam had left in the kitchen that morning. She placed them on the bed, along with a pen and waited for Sam to emerge once more. It wasn't long before he did and walked out to join her again, noticing the lack of eye contact between them.

"I take it you told Sophie." Said Donna, leaning against her dressing table and staring down at the floor in front of her.

"If you mean about you divorcing me, then yes, it came up in conversation." Replied Sam, stepping closer towards his wife and staring at her slim frame. "But to be honest, I thought she had the right to know what was going on. She's not stupid Donna, I think she'd soon realise that I'm not going to be a regular part of her life anymore."

Sighing deeply, Donna nodded her head. "Well that's just another reason for her to hate me then." She said quietly, he gaze still fixed firmly on the floor at her feet.

Shaking his head, Sam reached out to hook his finger under Donna's chin. "Sophie doesn't hate you Darling. She's just upset that's all… And can you really blame her?" He said calmly, raising Donna's head to look at him. "I know how she feels, because I'm feeling it too."

"Please don't." Whispered Donna, flinching away from Sam's touch and turning her head to look down at the bed.

The bed she had spent so many years alone in. The bed where she and Sam had first made love after twenty one years apart. The bed they had quite possibly conceived their baby boy in. Donna's heart was beating so hard in her chest and she could hear the same thumping rhythm ringing in her ears, as the blood rushed around her shaking body. With the alcohol now coursing through her veins, Donna felt nauseous, as she found the courage to finally peer up into Sam's eyes. She could instantly see the hurt and pain deep within them and another piece of her heart broke away, knowing she was making him to feel that way. It was never her intention to hurt him, she was doing this to protect him in the long run.

"Donna… Is this really what you want? Are you really saying you don't love me anymore?" Asked Sam, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

That was the question that Donna really didn't want to answer. Even if she explained to Sam that she did still love him, but was doing this to ensure his happiness in the future, he still wouldn't understand. In order to get him to go through with the divorce, Donna soon realised that she was going to have to be brutal and bend the truth. It was going to kill her inside and no doubt Sam too, but it had to be done, to bring it to an end once and for all.

Swallowing hard, Donna stared into Sam's watering eyes and forced herself not to cry. "It's the end Sam… I don't… I don't love you anymore." She responded, straightening her body and tightening her robe. "I'm not saying what we had wasn't good Sam… Just look at the two beautiful children we got out of our relationship." She added, trying somehow to soften the blow she'd just dealt him.

Sam was in complete shock, as he slowly stepped back from Donna and shook his head. He couldn't actually believe what he was hearing and as he grabbed his scotch from the nightstand, he slumped down on the edge of the bed. It took a while for Donna's words to fully sink in, as he quickly downed at least a triple measure of the dark amber liquor. Sam thought about it for a further minute, as he rolled the now empty glass in the palms of his shaking hands… It's another man. She's seeing someone else. It all makes fucking sense now. She wanted me out of the way because she's seeing someone else…

"Who is he Donna?" Sam asked, looking up at his wife as she stood a few feet away from him, still resting against the dressing table. "Do I know him?"

"What?" Donna asked, shaking her head at Sam's question and shifting the weight from one foot to another. "I thought I made it clear this morning. There is no one else Sam."

Standing up, Sam could feel the rage tearing through him, at the thought of some other man with his hands on his wife. He was furious and couldn't control it, as he threw his glass against the opposite wall. The glass smashed into thousands of pieces as it hit, causing Donna to jump at her usually calm husband's erratic actions. She stood motionless, staring at Sam as he stepped towards her once more. Other than his fight with his brother, Donna had not seen this side of Sam and especially not aimed towards her. For the first time ever, she actually felt scared of his behaviour, but instead of backing away, something inside her spurred her on to stand up to him.

"Are you fucking insane?" Donna asked, her voice now raised to an angered tone, as she stood a few feet away from Sam and stared into his eyes.

"No." Replied Sam, staring back at her and shaking his head. "But I think you are… Don't you understand how much I love you Donna? My whole world revolves around you and our kids and you're standing here telling me, it doesn't mean a thing to you anymore."

Hearing the glass smashing from the Carmichael's room upstairs, alarmed the Dynamos. It wasn't the outcome they had been hoping for and now, the only thing on their mind, was to get up there to see what had happened. As the two women cautiously climbed the stairs, they looked at one another and tried to make out what was being said in the now increasingly raised voices coming from behind the locked door. They paused at the top and both remained silent, as they heard their best friend begin to talk once more.

Brushing past Sam and walking over to the bed, Donna picked up the divorce papers and the pen, she had placed there before. She turned round and held them out towards him. "Your world can still revolve around the kids Sam, just not me." She said in an icy tone, staring straight into his eyes. "Do us both a favour and sign the papers. Don't make this any harder than it has to be…Please."

The Dynamos both stood outside the room, holding onto one another as they listened. "Don't do it Sammy Boy, don't do it." Whispered Tanya, shaking her head, as Rosie shushed her.

"I can't Donna." Whispered Sam, now feeling his tears making a reappearance. "I can't let you go."

Watching Sam's tears falling, made Donna's heart drop to the pit of her stomach and she couldn't hold back as her tears began to flow too. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand and stepped closer to Sam. It was close to the end and they both knew it. The fighting couldn't continue, it was too exhausting and Donna could tell Sam had taken more than enough.

"You have to." Whispered Donna, placing the legal documents in his hand, as they stared at each other.

Taking the pen from her too, Sam slowly shook his head and turned to the last page of the documents. Closing his eyes for a few moments, he cleared his mind of all thoughts before looking back at the papers. Donna stared down at his hand and watched as Sam signed his name on the relevant line. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, as the Dynamos unlocked the bedroom door and flung it open, just in time to see Sam handing Donna the papers back. All four of them stood in complete silence, until Sam made the next move. He leant forward to delicately place his hand on Donna's cheek, before gently brushing his lips against hers. With his final act, the Dynamos knew that Sam had given up the fight and given Donna what she wanted. It was over.

"All I ever wanted was for you to be happy… I hope you are now." Sam whispered, gazing deeply into Donna's tear filled green eyes.

Closing her eyes, so the tears wouldn't fall, Donna felt Sam's tender touch leave her face and without another word uttered, he turned and left the room, pushing past the two other women. Knowing he had gone, Donna finally opened her eyes and came face to face with her best friends. Rosie was already in tears and Tanya for once was speechless, waiting for Donna to say something. She didn't. She couldn't. She simply walked forward and closed the door, leaving her friends on the other side. Stumbling back towards the bed, Donna collapsed in a heap and buried her face into the soft pillow, masking the sound of her sobs. With the worse part over, all there was to do, was return the documents to the Lawyer's office and wait for a date so things could be finalised. It wouldn't be long until she was a single woman again and Sam could move on with his life.

A.N. Oh dear lol! Sammy Boy gave up! …But is it the end for the Carmichael's? Will Donna realise she's making a HUGE mistake? Will Sam leave and go back to New York? Hmmmm…. Be nice and review and you might just find out! Hahaha… Loads of love, Liv x