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She gave herself two weeks.

Two weeks to make as many memories as possible and savour every last moment they shared together. They went to restaurants for dinner and she begged him to watch movies with her cuddling up on the couch in front of the television. She cooked his favourite foods and sat reading a book while he did work on his laptop. Finding the most insignificant excuses to spend time in his company.

They made love each time like it would be their last, she fanned the flames of their passion, taking charge a few times, spending minutes, hours mapping out every inch of his body leaving no place untouched, engraving him in her memory to dredge up and hold tight on those cold terrible nights she would spend alone that weren't too far off in the distance.

When he had fallen asleep exhausted, his head resting on her bare breast, she cradled him to her, running her fingers soothingly through his hair, tracing the contours of his face, marveling at his radiant beauty illuminated in the moonlight touching his skin. Silent tears coursing down her cheeks thinking how much she loved this man and how lucky she was to have experienced this kind of love. Despite the sheer pain that engulfed her every time she thought about their impending separation she wouldn't give up these last moments with him for anything in the world.

Life was hardly ever fair she had learned from experience, but there were moments however far and few in between that had to be treasured and relished. And that was exactly what she was trying to do.

When her deadline was up she tried to hold off, to make up any excuse not to tell him, not to end this fairytale she had been living in. But there was never going to be a happily ever after for her and she should have realized that from the beginning.

He was leaving for a business trip for Germany in a few days and would be gone for almost three weeks. Hinata had to tell him tonight, if he left for Japan before she told him her resolve would crumble, it was difficult enough as it was and she was stretched over the limit a little more and she would snap.

When he arrived home a little earlier as she had asked him he was gretted by the feast she had laid out for him, having distracted herself the entire day by slaving over the stove in the kitchen. Cooking just about every dish that featured tomatoes and onigiri with several different fillings, she knew that the Uchiha didn't have much of a sweet tooth but he liked dark chocolate remarking on the depth and richness of its flavor.

Of course Sasuke gave her an inquiring glance at the cornucopia of food before him that he couldn't possibly to hope to eat out, but he said nothing indulging her as he sampled every dish and commented upon her excellent cooking.

However not once had Hinata touched her food, instead choosing to watch him and smile wistfully if a bit tinged with sadness. Her stomach was tied in knots and though she had eaten nothing recently she thought she was going to throw up at any minute.

Her palms were clammy and she could feel herself break out in a cold sweat as the meal drew to an end, it was all she could do to stop her shivering and the chattering of her teeth as she felt an unshakeable cold feeling fill her being leaving her sick and anxious.

Once they had retired to the living room where her husband had his usual cup of coffee after dinner she fidgeted waiting until his cup was half empty. They hadn't spoken much since he had arrived home and she knew that while Sasuke was quite patient with her he was puzzled over her behavior and would ask her to explain soon.

It was unavoidable. This was the end. All she had to do was suck it up and not cry all the while telling the love of her life she wanted a divorce.

Truthfully she didn't know how he would react, maybe he would object initially, but then reason would set in and he would agree. After all this was for the best and while she knew he cared for her he certainly didn't love her so he wouldn't take it that badly. Right?

Setting down her now cold cup of tea she spoke, "You will be leaving for Germany on Thursday?" trying to be as calm and nonchalant as possible, she was desperately trying to build up her courage.

Nodding he set down his own cup, "Yes, my flight leaves at 10:35 in the morning. It is relatively new territory for the company we only expanded to Europe two years ago."

They fell silent again, the tension was steadily mounting and Hinata kept up meaningless, polite conversation to fill the silence.

When Sasuke had had enough he laced his fingers together before catching her eyes with his which she had been avoid the entire evening and inquired, "Hinata something is going on and I would like you to be open with me. What is bothering you?"

He observed as her eyes became downcast and she seemed to shrink away from him appearing slight and vulnerable. She didn't speak immediately, Hinata knew there was no point in denying him so letting out a shuddered breath she licked her suddenly dry lips before speaking, "You are right. There is something I need to tell you and I have been putting it off for some time now.

"But first I must tell you that these past months have been some of the happiest of my life. Never had I expected our marriage could be like this, that after all the trials and tragedies we have had to face in particular-" she paused briefly biting down upon her lip as she blinked rapidly before continuing, "Meguimi's death I thought it was all over. Without you I never would have made it through that dark time, it's thanks to you I can smile this easily now. I wish we could stay like this forever, but it's time we face reality Sasuke."

Her voice became sad and slight bitterly, "I can never provide you with the heir that the Uchiha clan requires, we have known that since I lost Megumi. I cannot fulfill my duty as your wife, the primary reason for your marriage is an impossible task for me to complete.

Uchiha Sasuke was not a stupid man and he was very perceptive. From the first minute he had entered his home and was greeted by his wife instead of one of the servants, all of whom she had given the night off he knew something was up.

Her behavior strengthened his belief and from her evasiveness and refusal to meet his eyes made his concern grow. Worst case scenarios began to enter his mind and he had to rein in his imagination, it would do no good to stress over mere assumptions, though he promised himself he would get the truth from her before the night was out.

Unable to keep up the charade for any longer he confronted her when it seemed she was deliberately avoiding telling him what was on her mind. Never had he imagined the next words that would come out of her mouth.

"I-I think we…..should get a di-divorce", she stammered looking at the ground.

Inside he was reeling in shock. Divorce? What the hell had caused this thought to even enter her mind? Why was she bringing this up now?

Reaching out he clasped her cold hand in his speaking quietly, "Divorce, Hinata? Why are you saying this? You can't truly mean to say you want to give up on our marriage."

"No!" she exclaimed, then lowered her voice, "It's not that. I just. Sasuke I am stating the truth, I am not fit to be your wife."

"Now then listen to me Hinata I know very well, since our daughter died that you cannot have children. And I still have stayed with you for over a year. Does that not infer something?"

"You are a kind man and I am extremely lucky to have married you but you don't need to pity me anymore I won't break", she murmured, her hand quivering in his.

He lost his composure completely once she had said that.

"Pity you! You think that's why I stayed married to you for this long. I didn't peg you as foolish. If I cared about having a child so much I would have divorced you from the very moment the doctor said you were incapable of giving me an heir. I could care less what anyone else thinks much less my family and don't feel I don't realize exactly who are putting these intolerable ideas in your head, I won't stand for it. You are my wife and I refuse to give you up because of my meddling family.

"If they want a bloody heir so much they can push that duty unto Itachi after all he is the first born. This is the last time I will say this and don't ever breathe such appalling things to me again. I refuse to dissolve our marriage until one of us is miserable and absolutely fed up of each other and I plan on making sure that never happens."

Hinata was rendered speechless, it had never occurred to her that Sasuke would react this adversely to her announcement, his vehemence while alarming was also strangely thrilling, knowing that he wanted her to be his and was staking his claim.

When he tugged her to her feet and began pulling her out of the living room, up the stairs and towards their bedroom she tried to protest, to tell him to think about what he was saying, that he would be disobeying his elders, that she was a failure as a wife.

And the reaction to show his displeasure and silence her was to push her up against a corridor wall and kiss her senseless, invading her mouth, overwhelming her senses, in response her fingers delved into his hair, pressing her wanton form against his.

Sasuke's hand slid to her thigh before hiking her leg up so that it was wrapped around his waist. Sensing his intention, using his solid, strong body for support she lifted her other leg until both of them were locked around him, his hardness meeting her molten core as he ground into her, thrusting slightly.

He then proceeded to carry her to their bedroom flinging open the door before dropping her unto the bed where she bounced a little then covered her body with his own. All her protests had been eradicated.

His hands were literally everywhere, he was tugging off her clothing, his lips leaving her mouth to trail searing, passionate kisses along her flesh, nipping and licking pausing momentarily to suck and bite until her skin bloomed red before moving on knowing that there would be numerous love bites left behind in his wake, marking her as his.

Hinata was struggling to think clearly through her lust induced haze but it was futile and using whatever little thought process she possessed she began to grapple with his clothing, pulling at his shirt, fumbling with his shirt buttons with her trembling hands always getting distracted by the man above her who was setting her senses afire, a burning in her blood, she craved his with every fibre of her body. She wanted, no needed him so badly it hurt.

Whenever they joined it was pure magic, there was no other place she belonged but in his arms. Nothing matter except him. To know that she gave him such pleasure, that she was able to evoke such wild responses from him gave her immense pleasure and he could do sinful, unspeakable things to her body, played her like a violin hitting all the right notes, creating a symphony of beautiful music fueled by her cries of passion and desire.

She was ready, ready for him to take her. Fill her in every possible way, but he was holding out, teasing her, driving her insane, building her pleasure until she was tightly wound just one final push and she would reach oblivion but he refused to give it to her.

Crying she begged him, unable to express herself clearly she just wanted him to make it stop. Make it go on forever. Anything. Something. He just needed to move!

"Please, please, please!" she pleaded, "I-I need…..you!"

Whispering huskily, she could hear the dark amusement in his voice, "What do you want?"

"M-mh-move. Please!"

"Give me what I want and I will" he muttered, "Now who are you?"

Writhing in frustration, she struggled to push them closer together but his hold on her wouldn't budge. He wasn't making any sense.

"I don't like repeating myself. Who are you?"

Groaning she stuttered, "Yuh-your wife."

"That's right. What is your name?" he prompted again.

What was with these questions? Why was he torturing her so? But she knew undoubtedly unless she gave him what he wanted he would continue to prolong her suffering.

"Uchiha. Uchiha Hinata."

"One more question, Hinata and then I give you want you want. Who do you belong to?"

She didn't have to think about it the words just slipped out easily, "You. Only you."

"And don't ever forget that" he stated harshly before thrusting into her, throwing her legs over his shoulders he ravaged her, claiming her again and again, marking his possession.

Uchiha Hinata belonged to him and no one was going to take away what belong to him!

She was screaming out his name not a few moments later, her back arched, her head thrown back as a soundless scream left her lips as she shuddered with pleasure that wracked her entire body before going limp. Sasuske had just enough presence of mind to roll over laying on his back before pulling her on top so that she was flayed out over his body, his hands possessively running along her flushed skin molding her to him, ensuring that she would not be leaving his hold. Not now. Not ever.

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That was how they spent the next couple of days. He cancelled all of his meetings at the office, switched off his cellphone and gave the servants the days off. They rarely left the bed, only to eat and for a brief shower, but even that they did together and sometimes they didn't even make it back to the bed before they were clinging to each other.

It was fantastic.

Hinata had never felt this happy or this forlorn. Sasuke's violent reaction to her proposal made it clear not only how much he wanted her, but how important she was to him. That he did not pity her or was not being with her out of obligation, he truly desired her and that made it even harder when she knew what she had to do.

If only things had been different, if she had been able to give him a child then maybe they would have found their way to each other. But it hardly mattered anymore, she had messed everything up and there was no way she could fix it. At the end of the day she would never be able to give Sasuke a child, an heir.

He said he didn't want one now, he believed it. But what would happen later down the line, in a few years? Would he still feel the same? She knew their families would not let up, that they probably had another bride already waiting in the wings to take her place and that made her feel nauseated knowing that she was going to be replaced so easily.

But from the moment she and Sasuke had been born into their respected clans their fate had been set. They could not do as they pleased, they did not live their lives for themselves, but to fulfill their duty to their family, to carry on their legacy was their number one priority. It was a doctrine that had been ingrained from birth and being the failure that she was her family had reiterate it to her many, many times over her short life.

When Thursday arrived they made love one last time before Sasuke left for his trip.

It was tender and bittersweet, and for a few perfect moments she felt loved and safe in his arms before reality intruded and he was gone with only his smell on the sheets, evidence of their passionate encounters littered across her body and the fading touch of his kiss on her lips.

He had seemed incredibly reluctant to go, she had all but push him out the front door as though he sensed that something was amiss, but she had playfully teased him that they couldn't stay in bed forever and that he was going to miss his flight.

At the last moment from the look in his eyes she was almost certain he was ready say to hell with the Germans and cart her off to their bed but his rational side had prevailed and after kissing her until she was breathless and flushed he left.

She didn't waste a second knowing that if she lingered she would be unable to go through with her plan. So she hastily opened her suitcase and flung her belonging inside, just taking her bare essentials, leaving behind all the designer clothing and the treasure of glittering jewels. She left behind her engagement ring since it was a family heirloom after all but kept her plain, gold wedding band. She also took few pictures and a couple of his used shirts that he wouldn't miss his scent still cloaking them.

She moved around like an automaton, no real feelings or thoughts involved she was just trying to do what needed to be done. Once she was finished she had managed to stuff most of her things into two suitcases. The room didn't look much different but there were subtle differences.

Things that Sasuke would obviously notice.

She had not asked the house staff to return as yet, they were scheduled to resume work a few days before Sasuke returned by then she would be long gone.

Briefly she visited every room of the house as though to say a personal goodbye or to just relive a few memories, some special, others painful. She knew that when she left the hardest part had not been faced yet. No she would have to pretend when Sasuke called as she knew he would to check up on her that everything was fine that she was at home, waiting for him. Lying to him while leaving behind their life together, telling him all those falsehoods were sure to kill off some part of her. Keeping up pretences only to leave him hanging when he returned home to a empty house and no wife.

As she closed the front door carrying her baggage she did not even realize when the tears had started to fall but with each step her grief seemed to multiple, by the time she reached the taxi awaiting her to take her to the train station, her vision was blinded by tears and it all she could do not to breakdown entirely sobbing in anguish at the cruel, unfair hand life had dealt her.

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A/N: I know this chapter is late. So you finally got to see Sasuke's reaction. Is it what you expected? Well who knows what will happen when he gets back. Poor poor Hinata, always suffering. I hope the smut was PG-13 I tried not to make anything explicit. Hope you liked this chapter. I really enjoyed your reviews, thanks.

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CharmGirl24.