[A/N: Another chapter up as I promised!]

Belle watched him leave and her gut instantly balled into a knot. What had her husband in such a mood? Had Belle done something? No, everything was good this morning, everything had been more than fine. She looked down at the desk and kept thinking. She leaned back in her chair and sighed, guess she would find out later.

Killian watched the bartender pour his third rum, as more people poured into the rabbit hole. He was so angry, and it would cost him his wife he knew it. He chugged it down a bit to quickly and coughed at the liquid going down teh wrong pipe and burning at the same time. He coughed and looked up to see that some of his old pals were at a table. He shrugged and walked over, "Hey mates!"

The hours passed and the more Killian drank the angrier he got, he wanted to go and confront Gold anyway.

"Man, I would totally kick his ass if he fucked with my wife, kill the man!" One said slamming his glass down.

"Yes, but you don't get it. Belle would leave me if I did that," Killian said sighing.

"If that's the case then she ain't worth havin'." One laughed.

Killian glared. "Shut your bloody mouth you slag!" He was willing to kick this guys ass.

"Sorry man was just joking!" He put his hands up in deference.

Killian just continued to drink, bloody wankers could just go fuck themselves. He sat there for a few more hours listening to the loop of songs playing in the bar. He sighed and inhaled the smoke in the air and exhaled it with a huge groan.

Killian got up and walked out of the bar. He stumbled to his car and got in, his mind was anywhere but where it should have been.

Belle passed the kitchen, it was so late and Killian was never the out all night kind of guy. She tapped her fingers on the counter as she looked out the window and bit her lower lip. She dialed him again and it cut straight to voice mail again, "Babe, where are you? I'm worried!" She sighed and hung up.

The kitchen door that led to their garden swung open. "Killian?" She turned.

"Yep." He said in a low tone.

She ran and embraced him, "I was so scared my love!" she rubbed his face and then she smelt it, "Have you been drinking?"

Killian scoffed walking to the living room, "So what if I have? Not aloud to? You go out with Little Miss Red, go out for cocktails." He snorted.

"Yes, but not till I'm a mess..."

"A mess? Well, you married this mess," Killian said laughing.

Belle glared, "No I married a loving man who hates getting completely drunk out of his mind."

"And I married an old man chaser." He glared back. The room went silent as it seemed Belle was processing it, and it was to late to take it back now.

"What are you talking about?" She said confused, her head felt dizzy from the sudden accusation.

"You know bloody well what I'm talking about.." He snorted and watched her. "You and that damn Gold!" He yelled so loud it echoed.

Belle jumped and her eyes widened, "What made you even-"

"I'm not fucking blind Belle! I see all the advances he makes and you never once tell him to stop!" He growled, "You let it happen Belle, for fuck's sake!"

"We're just friends!" Belle said throwing her hands up. "Why do you keep thinking these things?" Belle said near to tears.

"Because of this.." Pulling the book from the shelf Killian handed it over, watching as Belle read it.

"I...I don't understand why he would do this Killian, baby, honestly I don't know why!" Belle said looking at her husband.

"I want to believe that Belle..." His eyes looked at the wall next to her. " But the way you to are around each other is just to much..."

"Killian, I love YOU." Belle Pleaded as Killian grabbed his jacket. "You're the only one I have EVER loved!" Her eyes were filled with tears and her voice shaky.

Killian wanted to embrace the brunette beauty but he couldn't, he walked out the door slamming it as he went.

Belle slid down the wall sobbing so hard she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She cried into her knees and rocked herself as she shook with tears and the few hiccups she got.

This was it, Killian drove to the docks and parked heading for his boat. He was sobering up but he still needed to sleep it all off.

He didn't know if he would ever go back home, or Belle would want him there now. He laid down and let a few tears fall as he put his arms over his face.

[A/N: Yes I know its really short so sorry for that, I just wanted to keep the story going and the next chapter might be more lengthy. Thanks so much for reading!]