*Five weeks later*

They had barley spoken since their 'brief encounter' in the kitchen, not for lack of trying.

Father MacAnally had ensured Peter was far too busy to have spare time to spend in Fitzgerald's and Assumpta, she was watching her marriage to Leo self destruct around her.

She and Leo had been living separate lives since returning to Ballykissangel, the only thing that they seemed to share these days was a bed, and even then they lay metres apart.

That morning she woke up feeling a little more like herself. She had been feeling the strain of carrying her and Peter's dirty little secret around, not to mention the guilt of not seeing him since. He hadn't stepped foot in the pub since and she hadn't gone up to see him. It was obvious that neither of them could face the mammoth task of figuring out what to do next. On the flipside, it hadn't been easy brushing it all under the carpet and forgetting about it, either. Something had to give and maybe it was time to confront Leo about their hash of a marriage.

She had only married him for the company. She ran the hub of Ballyk, she was the heart of the rural setting but that just made her feel more alone and at 25, with all her university friends having settled down with their families, Assumpta had decided she couldn't be on the outside any longer.

If anything, marriage had confirmed what she already knew, that she wasn't like most people and marriage to someone who she had once loved wasn't going to change that. She and Leo had missed that ship and boarding a later one couldn't fix that.

Starring back at her weary reflection she splashed the cool water onto her face before patting it dry. She had to fix the series of messes she was in. Starting with the easiest. Assumpta proceeded back to the bedroom and found Leo at his laptop. Sighing, she knew she had to get it off her chest.

"Leo, we need to talk," she began remembering the way this conversation played out the last time she had tried, in exactly the same way.

"Give me five minutes 'Sumpta, I just need to email this to my editor, it should have been sent five minutes ago." The journalist replied, not even bothering to take his eyes of the screen.

She sighed and contemplated pouring his coffee all over the machine, if it got his attention.

"Done," he declared, spinning his chair around to face her.

Assumpta felt guilty as the promising smile on his face was going to make this far worse than she had imagined.

"Leo, the thing is, this marriage its-"she suddenly felt faint; raising her hand to her brow she felt tiny beads of sweat act as a barrier between her hand and her head. Sitting down on the bed she sighed and tried to compose herself. She was just fretting about everything. And this was supposed to be the easy stage.

"Assumpta are you alright?" Her husband asked alarmed at how pale his wife's complexion was and that was saying something as her skin was always of a milky shade of white.

"I'm fine; I just need to take it easy."

"Do you want me to get you a glass of water, shall I call the doctor?"

"Leo, would you stop fussing please, I need to talk to you."

"Assumpta, whatever it is it can wait. You need to rest, I'll take care of the bar tonight, I have been a bad husband letting you run around ragged day and night. You need a day off."

"Leo, it is fine, it is my business, after all." Assumpta snapped.

"Look just rest up. I am not taking no for an answer." And with that he went downstairs. There was never going to be any right moment to end the marriage but she was tired, Fitzgerald's had been rather busy with it being the summer season so she chose to sleep. She could always tell him tomorrow.