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A/N: I am warning you this is going to be a boring chapter compared to the last one. I just need to get out there what frame of mind she has been in since Christian left. More exciting chapters will be next!

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Ana gazed at her laptop in total shock.

She looked at the picture, it was a woman straddling a naked Christian. She looked more closely to see it was a naked Elena smiling straight into the camera. Ana scrolled down and read the caption:

I always get what I want Anastasia.

After 5 years, he's finally mine.

-Elena

"Fucking troll!" Ana broke down again, throwing her computer across the room. She was furious that Christian had left her for Elena after all these years.

"I guess she's back." She muttered coldly.

It had been a month since Christian broke up with Ana.

Ana felt as if her life was on a downward spiral. She was surprised when no one called her after the news broke out about their relationship ending. Nobody seemed to care.

Her daily routine was getting up, going to work and then coming home. Her new job was nothing compared to Grey Publishing but Christian had pulled out his funding when they broke up and Ana was forced to sell. She wasn't entirly sad about that outcome, though. She was able to make quite a bit of money.

She decided that she wanted to go back to a quiet life. But not as quiet as it had become. Her new job was at a small used book store just down the road from her place. She found herself spending all her evenings alone working there while crying her eyes out most times when she got home. Gone were the days where people would invite her to events or anywhere for that matter.

Ana's P.O.V

I wake up at 7am. My hazy eyes gaze out the window across my bed. It looks grey and dull like it's going to rain. It's been like this for about a month now. It's like the weather is mirroring my mood. I don't like it.

I grab my phone to check for any messages. Again there's none.

Getting up and heading to the kitchen, I see my taller not-so friendly guard is standing by the door. Miller is the taller one while Andrew is the shorter one though I don't use there names like I did with Taylor and Sawyer. I Don't get why Christian is bothering with them actually. They don't do anything to help me and I'm pretty sure no one has remembered me enough to come after me. It's not like I have anything to give them anymore.

I make my way to the fridge and take out the tub of Greek Yogurt and the box of granola. One thing that I have enjoyed since being on my own is that no one complains when I skip a meal. Though I have been eating a bit more lately since I've been down about this whole situation. I think I've even gained a few pounds. Fifty would have loved that!

Grabbing a chair, I sit down around the two seat table and look out the window while I eat my breakfast. It's hard to think about Christian at all, yet I still do. He's still the love of my life and I know that will never change.

For over a month now I've been trying to think of why he did this, but I can't. I spend hours just sitting here replaying the last few months of our relationship and thinking about that bitch troll. But I never can come up with an answer.

He spent years loathing Elena, doing everything in his power to keep her away from us. Even to the point of attempting to get her kicked out of the entire state of Washington. Though sadly that didn't work. Apparently there are still quite a few things money can't buy and even a purposed donation wouldn't work.

And of course there is the time he bought Elena out. I think that was the most rememberable moment of all. I was so happy when he came home and told me she was gone for good.

It was just a little over 2 years ago and we had just arrived back form Christian's one month long business trip to Pairs. I decided I would go this time because I knew either one of us couldn't last a month without each other. In a change of events, Christian decided we would go by first class on a public plane. His jet was unfortunately in use at the time of our departure.

He had managed to fall into a peaceful sleep while resting his head on my shoulder during the flight. Normally it would be the other way around but I was too into a book about British Literature. Everything that night would have been normal if he didn't start to mumble things about his crack whore mother. It was quite loud too. I remember people turning around trying to listen in which annoyed the fuck out of me. Thankfully I woke him up before he mentioned anything about the Red Room.

It was around one thirty in the morning if I remember correctly and I was exhausted after our 10 hour non stop flight home. We had landed and were less then 20 minutes away by car when Ryan had called Taylor saying Elena had broken into Escala. Thankfully Gail had been away too that week or there could of been a casualty according to Ryan.

Ryan had been instructed to check the place twice that week while we were away. Making sure nothing like this had happened. That surly helped. We went up to the penthouse to find everything in the great room ruined. With a drunk Elena passed out on the sofa.

We went to survey the damage and we quickly found out that the whole placed had been turned upside down. If you could name it, it was wrecked. It looked like Elena had taken quite a bit of time to do all this. Our photo's had been shredded and the memory cards were burned. I guess she was making sure we had no memories left. Thankfully they were still in our heads. But I'm pretty sure she would have tried to take those too.

To top everything off, all our clothes had been ripped and scattered around the entire apartment leading us to the playroom. Where, let's just say all our toys had been broken.

Christian had decided to keep the police out of it and solve this himself. Typical Fifty. He had finally had it with her and was going to get her out of our lives. The next day he had gone over to her place to talk to Elena and give her an option. He told her that she would receive seventy five million dollars and he would help her start up a business in any country of her choosing if she left the US and never came back. Elena automatically had declined that offer. But Christian quickly countered and told her that if she didn't choose that offer, he would ruin her business and she'd be left with nothing. Knowing quite well she needed money to survive, Elena reluctantly left the US a week later and never came back. Christian had even monitored her passport to make sure.

I just don't get why after all that he just wakes up and decides to get's back together with her? And decides to tell me by putting a photo on my computer? It just doesn't make sense. But does anything ever make sense with Christian Grey?

Thinking about Elena and Christian makes me furious. To the point where I would expose her secret to every paper in Seattle just to get her out of his life. But I couldn't do that without ruining Christian's business. I know he would hate me, and I'd hate myself for doing that too.

I look down at my uneaten food. I guess talking about Elena had ruined my appetite.

While I make my way to my bedroom to get ready, I notice one of Christian's white crisp shirts I took with me dangling out of a moving box. I always remember what Christian told me over the phone that night he arrived in Italy. He said whenever either one of us was going to be away from one another, we should always take a shirt with us and hold it tight so we wouldn't get lonely at night. Old habit I guess but it helped back then, though it doesn't now. All it does is make me break down into a crying fit. It smells too much like him.

I can't stand being in the place at the moment after thinking about Elena. I need to go out and clear my head from all this. Maybe I'll go to the spa or something.

I've managed to enjoy some quiet time at the spa today. The only downside was when two gossip reporters asked me if Christian had actually dumped me because he found out I was using him for money. Minor snag but it didn't ruin my fun.

"...Your total is $47.82 cash or credit?" I muttered I was becoming increase bored with this job as the days wen't on. Don't get me wrong I do love this job but it's just not putting my degree to good use. I like a challenge and I'm not getting it here. But sadly, this seams to be the only one I can get. I don't know what's been going on lately. Ever since I broke up with Christian nothing has been the same for me. It's like nobody wants me around.

"Cash." The man muttered. I take the money and shove it into the register as he leaves.

As I make my way to the back room for my break I notice the mail had been delivered by the door. I pick up the letters and see there's a parcel.

"Let's see what we have here." I mumble under my breath. Bill, bill, bill, payment. Nothing new other then the parcel. Someone must of donated some new books.

"Rick someone sent some new books I think. Would you like me to open it?"

I look over to see Rick standing on a latter stocking books onto the very top shelves. Rick is the store owner. He's quite older than me, about the age as Carrick I think. It's hard to tell. Though he has that look about him that would instantly make you think he's a Literature Professor! I think that's why we get along so great. I can relate to his love of literature because it's the same as mine.

"Yes Ana would you please." He calls out.

I open the un marked parcel and find 5 books in the middle of the box wrapped. I unwrap the white tissue paper around them to find 5 first editions. I gasp at the sight of it.

"What is it Ana?" Rick climbs down the latter and walks over to me curious.

"Someone sent us first editions!" I mannage to choke out. I'm astatic!

"Really?" He seems just as excited. I give him one of the books and he studies it closely. "Would you look at that!"

"I can't believe this! These will sell for thousands! They are terribly hard to find now days!"

"And someone just left it on the doorstep?"

"Yes It had our address on it but there was no sender." I look at the wrappings.

"I might just keep them for a while first." His voice is strained as he peeks up at it threw his glasses not believing what he sees. "I want to savour there glory." We both laugh. Obviously he's completely in love with them!

"Rick do you mind if I take one for a little while?" I hope he says yes!

"I don't know Ana. I would hate for anything to happen to it." I pout at the thought. "But I trust you. I know you'll keep it safe." I smile at his words.

"Thanks Rick. I'll bring it back tomorrow." He hands me the book and I put it in my bag. My night is now set!

"Well I'm off for the night Ana. Can you lock up yourself?" He asks me.

"Of course. There's only a couple of hours left, I can manage. I don't think many people will be out tonight. It's Rainy and cold." I giggle as I look out threw the store window. "Jeez I might have to get a taxi home. I walked today."

"I would agree with you there Ana. I love Seattle but the weather just isn't consistent." He looks out the window while grabbing his coat off the hook. "You have yourself a good night now." He calls out while leaving.

"Goodnight Rick. See you tomorrow."

Jeez this place is quiet. I decide to pull out the book and have a little look. Maybe I'll read a couple of chapters now...

No one has been in for an hour so I decide to lock up early. One of my bodyguards is now standing by the door waiting for me. The shorter one. They switch a few times a day so each of them can get some rest and eat. One of the few things I've noticed they actually do.

"I'm going to leave in a few minutes." I murmur to Andrew.

He nods once.

"I'm going to call for a taxi I think."

He nods again.

I call for the taxi and it's here within a few moments. We get in and leave for home.