AN: I love you guys! I literally just got six reviews in an hour and I can't bear to keep you guys in suspense any longer so I've decided to write a new chapter. I know it's hard to trust me, but I want them to be happy just as much as you do. Enjoy!

"Coffee?" I asked Spencer as we stood in my kitchen one Saturday morning.

"Please!" she smiled holding out her mug. I poured her a cup and then we took a seat at the table. She took a sip and turned to me. "Thanks again for letting me stay here. After the wedding fiasco I just..."

"Don't worry about it," I assured her. "Caleb's still staying in a condo across town. I could use the company."

"Speaking of," she said, "where is Jack?"

"At his dad's," I replied. "In fact, I need to go over there and pick him up in a couple hours. Have you talked to Toby at all?"

"I can't bring myself to," she sighed. "He followed me out to California and then I left him at the altar. Who does that?"

"I brought donuts!" my mom laughed walking in through the back door with a pink bakery box. The sweet, greasy smell instantly hit my nose making me feel sick.

"Oh no," I groaned.

"You okay?" my mom asked catching the look on my face.

"I just can't stomach that smell," I told her.

"You love donuts, though," she smiled.

"Yeah," I replied. "When I was five. I'm an adult now."

"You're never too old for a donut," she laughed.

"Gross," I moaned sipping my coffee again.

"Ok weird," my mom said giving me a look. Then she handed me a stack of bills. "I picked up the mail for you."

"Thanks," I smiled grabbing it. I flipped through it and suddenly I was livid. "Son of a bitch!"

"What?" Spencer asked. "What's wrong?"

"Caleb bought the condo," I told her glaring at my bank statement. "He dropped half a million on a condo overlooking Santa Monica Boulevard."

"I thought you knew that," my mom said.

"No," I explained. "I knew he was living there. I thought he was renting it. If he bought it, he's clearly not interested in working things out and moving back in here."

"Don't jump to conclusions," Spencer said. "Maybe it's a work investment. You know how handy he is. He's probably fixing it up to sell."

"It doesn't matter!" I yelled. "You don't buy a house without talking to your wife."

"Hanna, calm down," my mom said. "You need to take a breath."

"I'm going over there," I said grabbing my purse.

"Are you sure that's the best idea?" my mom asked looking concerned.

I didn't answer, I simply got in my car and drove to Caleb's place. I was stuck in awful traffic on the 2 and it took almost a half hour just to go one block. It certainly wasn't helping my mood. I was at a red light on Benedict Canon when I suddenly felt sick for the second time today. I choked back the feeling of nausea and checked my phone. A tiny app blinked at me. I clicked it to get a notice that read: Your period is 32 days late. Fuck technology. I used some quick math to calculate whether I had forgotten to log it and came to the horrifying realization that I might be pregnant with my soon-to-be ex-husband's child. The thought made me feel sick all over again. I put my phone away and slipped it back into my purse until I arrived at Caleb's building a few minutes later. I parked and headed to his unit, which technically I now own, and rang the bell.

"You're early," Caleb said when he saw my standing in the hall.

"We need to talk," I said without greeting him. "Where's Jack."

"Sleeping in my room," he said. "What's wrong?"

"Can you explain this?" I said shoving the bank statement in his face. "When were you going to tell me that you bought a new place?"

"I didn't think I had to," he said. "We're legally separated."

"That means we're still married," I told him, "but if you want a divorce so badly, why didn't you say so?"

"I don't," he said.

"Then why would you buy a new house?" I asked. "If you want to get back together, what's with the rush to move out?"

"I'm not in a rush," he replied. "I bought it because it's a good investment. I'm thinking about our future and Jack's future."

"Really?" I smiled taking a seat. Suddenly I felt sick again but I swallowed the urge to vomit. I needed to focus on fixing my relationship with Caleb. That was until I got the biggest surprise of my life.

"Hey," I heard a familiar voice from the front door. I looked up to find the last person I ever wanted to see in my life. Lacey stood in the doorway wearing one of the designer dresses I had bought her. She looked at me with a panic in her face. "Hi Hanna."

"What the hell is she doing here?" I asked Caleb seething.

"After you fired her," he explained. "She started abusing drugs and lost her house. She didn't have anywhere to go."

"Do you know that she stole money from me?" I asked him glaring at Lacey who still stood shocked.

"No," he said quickly. "What are you talking about?"

"I have security footage of you," I said looking directly at Lacey, "stealing money from petty cash."

"Why didn't you press charges?" she breathed knowing I had her life in my hands.

"You had just spent the night in jail," I told her, "and I knew you were in a tough spot but now I don't think I'll be nearly as sympathetic."

"Here," she handed me a crumpled mess of bills. "I'll pay you back when I get the money."

"Keep it," I said slowly, "but I never want you near me or my family again. Understood?"

"Yeah," she breathed backing away. She slipped out the door as quickly as she'd come in leaving me to deal with Caleb.

"I didn't know," he said.

"Are you fucking her?" I asked.

"What?" he was shocked.

"You heard me," I repeated it. "Are. You. Fucking. Her?"

"No," he shook his head quickly. "Not at all."

"I'm gonna go," I said grabbing my purse. "Can you please bring Jack after he wakes up? I can't hang around here or I am going to do something I regret."

I sat on the bathroom counter staring at the white stick in my hand. I knew this feeling. I'd had it before just over two years ago. It was different then, though. Back then Caleb and I were happy together but now we're barely talking. I flashed back to the night it happened. Right after Spencer left Toby at the altar. Then I remembered the following morning. Caleb left without saying goodbye. I snapped back to reality and took a look at the tiny plus sign and instantly felt nauseous again. I hopped off the counter and walked into the kitchen where my mom was feeding Jackson.

"Hey," she smiled at me.

"How would you like to move in permanently?" I asked her showing off the stick in my hand.

"Does he know?" she asked.

"Not yet," I told her. "I'm not even sure if I want to tell him."

AN: So Caleb's about to apologize and Hanna's being a little hormonal, now you know why, and Lacey walks in at the worst moment possible. Spoiler alert: They're getting back together in the next chapter. I hate when authors withhold chapters until they get a certain amount of reviews, but I'm going to do this just once because I've already written three chapters today. If I get a lot of feedback on this chapter, I will post the next one which I am writing immediately after I publish this. So let me know what you think and you might get a surprise by the end of the night. Thanks for reading!