The feeling of touching her again overwhelmed him. He placed his hand at the small of her back and led her in their silent waltz. Amon's eyes searched the entire gala before allowing them to land back at Sophie. His emotions overwhelmed him. There she was in front of him, his true bride. Without thinking, Amon put his hand behind her head and placed it gingerly on his shoulder.

"Sophie…" his husky voice breathed her name. "I have finally found you."

"Amon, please…"

Sophie clenched onto him and felt her tears escape from her eyelids. Every moment with him was a cruel reminder of the terrible marriage she had cosigned into.

"My most precious love…I am so glad. Glad that you have been put into my life once again."

Sophie pulled her head from his shoulder and stared into Amon's eyes; they were icy and cold, but with her glance they seemed to have warmed up. Every moment for the last few years tortured her; she wanted so badly to tell him of Anna.

"Sophie, enjoy this last time with me. Pretend we're married and this is our wedding anniversary—let's make this night last."

The pair danced for a few songs until a faster paced song came on. Sophie peeled herself away from him and took him by the hand. She felt her husband's cold stare when she brushed her thumb lightly over Amon's hand.

"Amon…there has been something that I have been meaning to write to you about…I…"

A pair of hands snaked their way around her waist and pulled her back into a receiving body.

"My beautiful wife, hand in hand with my contemporary…"

Amon's cold eyes glared at the Colonel.

"Forgive us, Colonel Landa, Madame was going to show me the new trees that you two generously donated to the gala hall."

Hans gave Amon a sly smile while he placed a kiss on the nape of Sophie's neck. Feeling repulsed, Sophie felt herself feel nauseated from his false passion. She stared blindly at Amon, hoping he would see how much she hated her husband. Hans nuzzled his cheek against hers before giving her another kiss on the cheek.

"Was she now?"

Sophie felt uncomfortable, but forced herself to place her hands over her husband's. It was then that she felt the harsh, cold eyes of her former lover. Amon's expression changed from pleasant to enraged within seconds of Hans interrupting them. The two officers were in a dead silent stare down; Sophie pushed away from Hans and cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry, the air is to smoky for me. I must go outside—I fear for the little one."

She placed a hand on her growing stomach, gave a glance at the two men, and escorted herself onto the balcony.

"Madame Landa, I shall join you in a moment."

He watched her rush out of the dance hall before his eyes glared at Landa.

"What's it going to be, Hans? Are we going to shoot each other?"

Landa just smirked and shrugged his shoulders,

"Then we'd be no better than the very gypsies we imprison. I don't care how you feel about my wife; just remember your place, Captain. It isn't you who's fucking her every night."

Landa licked his lips devilishly before tucking his hands into his pants pocket. Amon's rage flared up within him, but he held his composure well in front of Landa. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie.

"Careful how you talk about her, Colonel. Other ears in this place may not understand the meaning of this."

With that, Goeth brushed by the smirking Colonel only to be provoked once again,

"She is a nymphomaniac. Sometimes, I must pry her off of me in order to get a night's rest. Other times, she knows where to put those lips of hers."

Amon Goeth stopped in his tracks, turned around, and gritted his teeth.

"Enough…"

Hans Landa chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course, I am the one who opened the door for her."

With that, Amon Goeth chuckled. This was the one and only moment that Goeth could shatter Landa's self-image of greatness. As the Captain stepped in, Landa's laughter simmered down as Goeth took a few more steps closer towards him.

"No you didn't."

It was the Captain's turn to laugh; Landa took a step closer towards him. The music started to mute itself as the entire ballroom focused on the two uniformed officers. Landa was face-to-face with Goeth.

"What did you just say?"

"I, Amon Goeth, deflowered your wife, the night before your wedding."

Hans threw a punch that landed right on the Captain's cheekbone. Amon was stunned by the reaction and retaliated by striking Landa back. The two of them then wrapped their hands around the other's neck. The entire ballroom chose a side; the officers tried to pull both men off of each other. Being heated by Goeth's comment, Landa was in a full attack mode. Fists were being distributed evenly between both men. Mayhem instilled and the entire party was ruined.

While outside, Sophie heard the music die out; the crowd had seemed to get louder. She peered in through the glass door and saw her husband and her former lover fighting. Panic filled her body. She ran inside and pushed past the guests. When she reached Hans, she tried yanking on him.

"STOP IT!" She pulled her husband away from Goeth.

Hans turned to Sophie and in a rage shoved her out of the way. The girl landed on her large belly and immediately screamed. The impact of her fall did something that triggered painful contractions. Amon Goeth saw her and struggled to get towards her.

"Sophie!"

Goeth pushed past the shorter officer and dropped down to his knees. Nestling her head under his hand, he turned to Hans.

"What have you done?!"

Landa, feeling foolish, also dropped down and pushed Goeth out of the way. Sophie's eyes were in pain.

"Hans…the baby…"

Colonel Landa, for the first time, was in sheer panic.

"SOMEBODY CALL FOR A MEDIC!" he turned to Sophie and took her hand into his, "I'm so sorry, darling…"

Her eyes never left Amon's sight. She breathed heavily and let out whimpers of pain every few minutes.

Amon Goeth stood and watched as his beloved lay there in agonizing pain. The force of the shove had caused a hard landing on the wooden floor; he brushed aside Landa and scooped up Sophie in his arms.

"Colonel, by the time the medical staff arrives who knows what may happen. My car is right outside. I can take her to the hospital where she will receive the appropriate care."

Hans jumped up and blocked the way;

"You will not!"

"Hans, please…" the plea belonged to Sophie. "Nothing will happen, I swear."

Amon Goeth and Hans Landa exchanged one more glance before Sophie let out another cry of pain.

"Step aside, Colonel" Goeth's tone was cold.

Hans Landa's cold eyes forbade them from going any further. Who wasn't to say that this was Goeth's ploy to take Sophie away? Hans folded his arms and shook his head.

"I can't allow you to do that, Captain."