You tried going back to bed, you really did, but you were too thrilled to actually go back to sleep. So, instead, you've gotten up and thought about tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It is on your mind all the time. You just can't wait to see him again – even though his actions are still engraved on your memory, perhaps even permanently, but you're certain he's a better man. He won't do it again. He sounds as though he regrets it immensely. It seems as if he has learned from his mistake.

A naughty thought crosses your mind as you eat brunch. Originally, the plan was to meet him tomorrow. What if you surprised him and brought him his favourite food at work today? He'll love it! Knowing how much of a diehard workaholic he truly is, he must still work long and late hours, without properly taking care of himself. Surely, he could use a bite or two later on. You smile to yourself, at your wonderful concoction. You can't wait to see the look on his face!

A few hours later, you've called to make sure that his favourite restaurant has made a to-go bag with different kinds of delicious sushi. Normally, they won't do such a thing, but after mentioning Seth's name and the fact it's a surprise for him, they were more than willing to assist you. Heck, you've been so excited for this, and while it might've been a spur of the moment thing, you've already picked up the bag. In fact, you've already driven to the Family Guy Studios parking lot. And even though you don't have an appointment and getting a visitor's card is such a hassle, you're still let in by unknown faces whom, apparently, know you as Mrs. MacFarlane. Those who pass you by smile warmly at you – frankly, it's making you a little nervous. Do they know what has happened? Are they up to date with everything?

You quickly shrug it off when the elevator comes to an abrupt halt and the doors slide open. You make your way to Seth's office. This is it. This is the moment. You can't wait – your thoughts are interrupted by the display in front of you. Instinctively, out of pure reflex, you drop the bag onto the floor. A soft thud reverbs through the room, and while it may be soft, it's loud enough to attract their attention. Seth quickly directs his head towards where the unfamiliar sound came from and sees no one other than you. His eyes grow as wide as they can, realizing it's really you. You're startled; a hand covers your mouth.

There he is, your husband, the one you've given a second chance earlier, today even, on this very morning, and he repays you kindly by sucking face with that slut. She's all over him, pinning him down against the desk with her body as her hand has a tight grip on his groin. Her other hand has a firm grasp on his hair. Red lipstick is smeared around his mouth, his lips swollen, his t-shirt has been lifted upwards to the middle, revealing a toned, fit body underneath.

"No… no", you whisper, your voice shaking as you shake your head. This is impossible! You fully take in and comprehend that what has been going on, and you get the hell out of there, as fast as you can. Tears are starting to flow uncontrollably down your cheeks.

"Fuck. NO!", Seth yells as he pushes Lindsay off of him and into the desk chair, and runs after you. It's not too long before he catches up with you.

"Let me explain –", he starts, walking beside you, but you won't stop nor talk to him. You're done. You're done with this all. You're done with him.

"No!"

"Please"

"NO!"

"I can't…", he looks around, seeing some of his cast and crew staring and eavesdropping on their shouting, "I can't bare to lose you"

"You should've thought of that earlier"

"Please.."

"No, Seth. I'd given you a second chance and you already blew it, on the same fucking day".

Abruptly, he grabs you by the wrist and leads you to a nearby corridor against your will. It's far away from all the curious spectators, for a little bit more privacy. He pushes you against the wall, pinning your hands near your head so that you can't leave. His hands have a secure lock on you. You try to struggle your way out of it, but it's in vain. Seth's too strong for you and you can't exactly kick him in the groin. Since the pregnancy, your flexibility has been in a downward spiral.

"Let. Me. Go", you hiss between gritted teeth. You're beyond anger; you're enraged. The nerve on this guy! You can't believe you were ever married to the likes of him. Your tears have dried up, and your eyes are blazing with fire.

"No, you need to hear me out".

"I've heard and seen just about enough already. I just want to go. Now!"

"You NEED to hear me out. It's all Lindsay's fault!"

"God. Fucking. Damnit, Seth! When are you going to stop putting the blame on others?!"

"It's the truth!"

"Oh, please! Grow up!"

You didn't even hear them approaching, but before you know it, Seth's being pulled away from you by Mike, Alec, Wellesley and a few other men you fail to recognize in the heat of the moment. Mike and Wellesley have a strong hold on Seth, who's attempting to claw and kick his way out of their grip.

"Are you okay?", Alec worryingly asks.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you", you softly say.

You direct yourself at Seth, who has stopped fighting, who has given in, yet again, and who just looks at you, like a helpless child in need. His eyes are watering up for he damn well knows what this means, "Please, no. Don't do this"

"Y-you promised me and foolish as I was, as naïve as I was, I still and truly believed you", you clench your jaw, stilling your anger, "Expect the divorce papers within the week. If you don't sign them, I will not hesitate to use my lawyer."