Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Most chapters won't come this quickly, but hey this one is here so I though I would post it.

Clary took a deep breath, holding the empty box in front of her. She knew that they could write off the blackmail Sebastian tried to use, but she didn't want it to be used unnecessarily. Going to his office couldn't be any worse than staying at their home. She took another deep breath before walking to her husband's office in the capitol. He was one of the party whips for the house, so he was allowed a nice office. She remembered when he got voted that position. She'd been so proud of him. She wasn't proud now.

Everyone looked at her. Everyone started to whisper. She smoothed her skirt down, and held her head up high. She went straight to his office.

She shut the door, and was overcome with silence. The office was so serious. Clary remembered teasing him about redecorating it, maybe getting a plant. He said he liked it the way it was. Normally there were papers everywhere, but everything was gone. The feds had probably taken all the papers and files.

She put the box on the desk and picked up the pictures he had, most of them from when they were in college together. They didn't take a lot of pictures after they were married. She wondered why they'd stopped. She shook her head, telling herself that it didn't matter anymore. She loaded the rest of the frames into the box without looking at them. She picked up his name plate, staring at his name. She felt like her husband and the man in jail were two different people. She trailed her fingers over his name; feeling like her best friend had died, and had come back as her worse nightmare.

"Who are you?" A male voice entered the room, making Clary flinch. She looked over, and saw a golden man at the door. She hadn't really paid attention to men in a long time, but now that she was free to look, she knew that he was handsome. His appearance was the exact opposite of Sebastian, golden hair with bright eyes.

"I'm surprised you don't know who I am." She spoke softly, setting the name plate in the box. "I've been in the news a lot," she scoffed, leaning against the desk.

"Clary Velrac," he stated, shutting the door behind him.

"Morgenstern. I changed my name less than a week after my husband was arrested." She sighed, crossing her arms. "What are you doing here?" Her voice came out harsher then she intended, but it got the point across

"Well, I was about to clear the office out because I am replacing your husband. Thought it was about time I moved into my office." He chuckled, stepping closer to her.

"Looks like I did the job for you." She closed up the box and picked it up. "It was nice meeting you Mr. …" She trailed off, waiting for him to finish.

"Herondale," he stated with a faint grin.

"I don't want to spend any more time with my husband's things than I have to." She huffed, opening the door.

"Are you okay?" He asked, surprising her. She stopped in her tracks, glancing back at him. No one ever asked her how she was. They all just stared.

"I'll be okay, eventually." She nodded, inhaling a deep breath.

"Is it true you're pregnant? I've heard that rumor circling around. I wasn't sure if it was true or not," he spoke softly.

"It is true. Please, don't say anything to reporters. The press just started leaving me alone, and the stress isn't good for the baby." She felt vulnerable. She shouldn't have said anything, but everyone was going to find out eventually.

"I won't tell," he assured her. "It was nice meeting you," he said as she stepped out of the door.

OoOoO

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait for you?" Izzy asked, stopping in front of therapist office.

"You can pick me up afterwards. I'll be fine." She assured her best friend.

"Ok, well, tomorrow, after all this stuff, we should go shopping. You need a fresh look so you can start putting this all behind you." She put her hand over Clary's, smiling faintly.

"Deal." She forced a grin before climbing out of the car. Clary signed in, and was seated in Maryse's office. Alec's mother was a trained therapist, and she spent her earlier years focusing on eating disorders. Clary hated that she had to go talk to a therapist about this. She hated looking back on that dark time in her life.

"Hi." Maryse entered the room and shut the door behind her.

"Hi, I'm sorry to take up your time. This divorce with my husband is just very messy, and I don't want the judge to believe that I am still having a problem." She sighed heavily, leaning back in the chair.

"You're perfectly fine," she assured her. "Do you want to dive right in?"

"Yes, please." Clary cleared her throat, adjusting in her seat.

"How long ago has it been since you struggled to eat?" she asked softly.

"About 10 years ago." Clary inhaled a small breath. "Recovery was very hard for me, but I recovered. I learned to love my body the way it is, and I still believe that to this day."

"That's good. How has everything with your husband been affecting you?" she questioned.

"It's been hard. Really hard. Alec has been great, as you probably already know. I'm trying really hard to be strong because I don't know who I can really trust now." She spoke softly, inhaling a small breath. "I feel like I can't go anywhere, which is very isolating, but I'm surviving. I'm just ready for my divorce to be finalized, so that I never have to deal with him again." She exhaled sharply, thankful to get that off of her chest.

"And how has the pregnancy been affecting you mentally?"

"I haven't really thought about it a lot." She glanced at her lap, feeling slightly neglectful for ignoring the baby that was growing inside of her. "When I get really upset, I just remember that this baby is why I'm still fighting. I haven't had a real job in 8 years, and if I want to raise my baby comfortably, I want everything that I can squeeze out of Sebastian. He owes me that. He owes me that for ruining my entire life." Her voice was bitter, but she didn't try to correct it like she normally would. She didn't try to hide anything, because this place was safe. No one would gossip. No one would judge her. She could finally exhale a solid breath without tiptoeing around someone.

"What do you think of when you think of your husband? I know he hurt you very deeply," she said, looking at the girl with sympathetic eyes.

"I-" She shook her head, knowing that she should move on, but it was so hard. "I think that I loved him." She wiped a tear away from her eye. "I loved him, and he threw me to the dogs. I don't know what was real and what was fake in our relationship, but I feel like it was the whole thing." Her voice croaked, as she wrung her hands. "I thought he was my best friend, and he was screwing whores. He broke my heart. He killed my big brother. I cried in his arms a dozen times because Jonathan was missing, and he never said a word. I trusted him, brought him into my family, and he destroyed it. He is the most selfish, cynical human being I have ever met. How could he have done this to me? Why did I deserve this kind of torture? It isn't fair." She pursed her lips, trying to somewhat compose herself once again. "I want to hate him. I hate the man that is sitting in a prison cell, but it's really hard to hate the guy that I was in college with, and they guy who spun me around when he heard that I was pregnant. I know they are the same man, but it's hard to look at the photos when I thought he was being good to me…"

OoOoO

By the time her appointment was over, Clary felt both relief and exhaustion. She got a lot of hurt out, but it took a lot of energy to do so. It'd been two month since Sebastian had been arrested, and she wanted it all to be in her rear-view mirror. She wanted to be done with all the legal and political crap, but she wasn't. Not yet, anyways.

She met with a nutritionist, who laid out a food plan for the pregnancy. Clary was just glad that food was one thing she didn't have to worry about. She could set her meals up in advance, and just grab a baggy or some Tupperware.

Clary slid into Izzy's car, and hugged her from across the center section. She was so thankful for her best friend these past few weeks. She was the only thing that was normal about her life. Everything was so muddled and complicated, but Izzy was simple.

"I think we should go for a mani-pedi. I think you deserve some pampering." Iz smiled over at her friend, pulling out onto the nail road.

"I don't know Izzy. I'm really tired," Clary murmured, rubbing her eyes.

"If you don't start going out again, you'll be too afraid to leave Alec's apartment. You didn't do anything wrong, so why should you be hiding?" Isabelle huffed, seeming just as frustrated about Clary's situation as she was.

"You're right," Clary mumbled, running her fingers through her hair.

"It'll help you relax. If you have tension in your feet, it can run up your back causing more tension in your shoulders. You need less tension." She pulled into a parking lot of a nail salon.

"Fine, you win." She smiled at her friend as she climbed out of the car.

"Well, you didn't really have a choice. I was the one driving." She teased, whipping her hair to the other side.

"Whatever." Clary rolled her eyes, following her in to the shop. They climbed up onto the seats, setting their feet in warm water. "How's your boyfriend?" She asked, wanting to get the subject off of her.

"He's not my boyfriend, Clary. You know this," she teased.

"I still think it's weird." She sighed, turning the massage chair on.

"We are no strings attached kind of relationship. It is very beneficial for us both." She smirked, grinning at her friend.

"Oh, I bet it is very beneficial." Clary laughed, as two ladies sat in front of them.

"You could use some benefits." Izzy bit her lip to keep her devious smile from over taking her whole face.

"Do you really thank that anyone is going give a pregnant woman that is the front and center of a scandal benefits?" She snorted, setting her other foot on the mat.

"Any man is willing to give benefits to almost anyone." She giggled.

"You know I believe that sex is for marriage." Clary sighed, looking down at her lap.

"Well, your husband didn't seem to agree," she murmured, trying to keep them from hearing.

"I don't care what my husband did. I am going to keep my own morals and values, because his values include murder," she countered, inhaling a small breath.

"Fair enough." She nodded. "My boy is doing fine, I guess. I would like to upgrade a little. I've been liking the idea of a white picket fence and a dog maybe." Iz laughed, grinning at her best friend.

"You are going to be so bored." Clary chuckled, shaking her head.

"Why weren't you bored?" she asked.

"I volunteered at charities, I'd garden, and I helped with Sebastian's things." She shrugged her shoulders.

"You're right. I would be bored," she scoffed, shaking her head with a faint smile.

"What have you been doing the past few weeks?" she questioned softly.

"Nothing." Clary sighed heavily.

"You need a new hobby." Isabelle looked at her friend with sad eyes, making a pang hit her chest.

"Yeah, I do," she mumbled.

OoOoO

Clary gripped her stomach, overwhelmed with nausea. She was about three months along, and the morning sickness had gotten really bad over the last week. The symptoms were irritating, and she had been very good at hiding them. It has getting hard to hide the bump that had formed on her stomach.

Clary sprinted to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She coughed from the stinging in the back of throat, as she gripped it gingerly. She inhaled a large breath before throwing up yet again. She felt her stomach convulse, making her feel overcome with discomfort. She rested her head against the toilet seat, trying to bring herself to stand up. She just didn't have the fight in her this morning. She didn't want to get up. She adjusted her seating position to lean back against the tub, and started to cry. Really cry. She tried to stop herself every time the tears started coming until now. There was no one to hold her hair back. There was no one to rub her back, and try to make her feel better. She was alone. She put her face in her hands, wondering where it all went so wrong. She used to be one of the most prestigious women in society, and now she was puking at her lawyer's apartment by herself.

She didn't know how much time past, but she inhaled a sharp breath when there was a knock at the door. She quickly wiped her eyes, and headed to the door. She peeked through the peep hole, and saw that Herondale guy from a few days ago. She cracked the door open, poking her face out.

"What are you doing here?" She tried her hardest to keep a steady voice.

"My best friend lives here. Alec?" He gave her a strange look.

"Oh." She rubbed her nose, opening the door more. "You must be Jace. He said he was having you here for lunch. I didn't realize it was that late in the afternoon." She sniffled slightly, keeping her eyes on his chest. She couldn't look up at him. She felt fat and swollen everywhere. She couldn't believe that she forgot Alec was having a friend over, if she would have known she wouldn't have broken down. "He isn't here, but he should be back soon." She fought her lip to stop quiver.

"Can I come in?" he asked hesitantly. She nodded, not trusting her voice. She stepped back, opening the door completely. "Have you been crying?" He stepped into the apartment, reaching out to touch her hand.

"No!" She moved away from him, crossing her arms over her stomach.

"Alec said he had a client living with him. I didn't realize he was representing you." He unbuttoned his jacket, draping it on the coat hanger.

"Isabelle and I are close friends. He's representing me in my divorce." She spoke softly, walking into the living room. Why did Alec have to be gone when he got here? Now he was going to want to talk to her.

"Are you sure you haven't been crying?" he asked again, making her chest squeeze.

"I'm fine." She couldn't pull herself back together. She couldn't do it, but she didn't want to break down in front of a complete stranger.

"You're not," he stated kindly.

"I-" she felt another wave of nausea, and hurried to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, gagging as she vomited. It hurt. She couldn't catch her breath, and now she was sobbing. She couldn't make it stop. She wanted it to stop. She didn't hear the door open, but she felt the hair get pulled off the back of her neck. She glanced behind her, and the man that she had exchanged 4 sentences with was holding her hair back. She tried to keep herself from throwing up again, but it didn't work. She coughed raggedly, begging for it to stop.

The wave finally started to settle, and the smooth circles on her back were beginning to calm her down. She closed her eyes, taking deep calming breaths. She imagined she was someone else, and that she was in a different world, where she found a happy ending. He didn't say anything. He didn't try to tell her everything was going to be okay. He just kept her hair from falling in the toilet and rubbed her back.

After a few minutes, he got her to move away from the toilet. He lifted her up, and carried her back into the living room. She didn't fight it. She couldn't fight it. He laid her down on the couch, bringing a blanket over her aching body, as the front door opened. She let her eyes close.

"What happened?" Alec's voice seemed distant, but maybe she was the one who was distant.

"I got here earlier than expected, and she wasn't feeling good. I was trying to help out," Jace responded.

"Thanks. She's been having a rough time. I wish I could have someone to say with her all day..." Alec's voice trailed off as she was overcome with the heavy weight of sleep. She dreamed that the sun was shining on her, while she floated across the ocean. There were no worries. There was no pain. It was just her and the waves.

A/N: Someone asked how Jace's was going to get involved, and he is now involved. I am seriously in love with this idea, and I am so excited for it.

Also for the person who asked how someone can get custody of an unborn baby. I meant a judge could check her into an institution and take custody of the baby when it is born. Obviously that's not something she wants.

What did you guys think of the shadowhunters finale? My roommate said that it's like watching your favorite book series characters in a show that like an AU of the books. I'm going to have to agree. I have no idea where the show is going anymore, which I like and don't like.

Clary will be seeing Sebastian in the next chapter? How do you think that's going to go?

What do guys think?

Please review!