Catherine picked up another scotch glass, the delicate glass shone in the light, throwing off little sparkles throughout the room. She grasped it tightly, taking out most of her stress, almost crushing the glass in her hand. She throw her arm up to back behind her hand, readying herself for another shot. She threw the glass and it shattered on the wall, just inches behind Henry. He turned to face the shattered glass, before turning back to Catherine, a shocked looked on his face. Not that he should be shocked, this was the third one she'd thrown.

"Catherine, honey." Henry held up his hands, as if trying to tame a wild animal. All this did however was make the situation worse.

"Don't you dare call me that. After you went around with that whore!" She picked up another glass and threw it. Henry could see she was running out of glasses and took this as his chance to finally rebut.

"She is not a whore Catherine, it was all my fault and I'm sorry."
She stood stunned at this, she wasn't expecting him to say that. "I don't care what you say. She's still a whore." A tear rolled down her face and her voice began to croak. Henry could see where this was heading and decided to take advantage of it. He moved in closer to Catherine, slowly at first and with arms out. She fell down to the ground now, tears streaming down her face. Henry bent down beside her and grabbed her in his arms with one big swoop.

"I'm so sorry Catherine. I swear I'll never see Mary again. It was just a one time thing and I would never want to hurt you." He held her in tighter but she pushed back, resisting his apology.
"It was never a one time thing Henry. Don't you dare lie to me, we all know you were with her numerous times."

Henry sighed at this and ran his fingers through his hair, collapsing from his knelled position to the floor next to his wife. "I am sorry, I don't know what I was doing, but I know it won't happen again. I do love you." He grabbed her again in his arms, she didn't resist this time but instead cuddled up into him.

Catherine knew he was lying, that it would happen again, it always happened again. She however was aware that he would never leave her for another woman, her father was to powerful for him to do that. She was safe with the knowledge of that fact.

This was just one more augment she was going to have to forget and forgive him over. Henry had been with a woman named Mary for about a month now, she knew that for sure. She'd only just gathered enough evidence to be able to accuse him of it tonight. They'd be out to restaurants and he'd spent enough money on her that Catherine was able to use his credit card statements as a way of making her argument solid enough that he couldn't have flat out denied it. Apparently they had met at work meeting and one late night at the office for Henry had led to many more.
Catherine had of course done her research into the girl. She was tall and skinny with long curly blonde hair. She was of course young and smart, a nice 20 year old for her aging husband of 35. She had of course known her husband would go looking around once they'd been married awhile, he was the type. He thought that he could have anything he wanted and he would want young, smart and pretty girls when he got older, just so he could prove to himself he could still get them. This was going to be the last one for Catherine though, she wasn't going to stand it any longer and she had to make sure he realized that.

"Henry just promise me you'll never do this again. Promise me. It makes me feel so guilty, like I can't give you everything you want. Am i not pretty enough? or is it that I'm not..."

He stopped her mid sentence, placing his finger on her lips. "Never think you're not good enough my love. "

"Then what is it Henry? Is it because we can't have children? Because you know I tried really hard to fix that!" She pushed him away again and stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes. Henry grabbed her arm and pulled her back down towards him.

"Don't talk about that." He got back up and began to walk out of the room, turning back to stare Catherine in the eyes. "We said we'd never speak of that." With that he turned back around and left.

The next morning had been awkward for both Henry and Catherine. Neither was sure whether the argument was over, or whether they were still mad. Henry had avoided the issue by getting up and leaving without saying a word. He was now at work, trying to sort out how to organize some issues which had arouse last night while he had been busy fighting with Catherine.

"Grab me another coffee will you? And this time make it a decent one, none of the shit you got me earlier." He called out to his staff, they all ran around after his command hoping to please their boss. He leaned back in his chair, humming to himself as he read over his papers. He couldn't quite understand how to fix his problem, he needed more money is the only thing that he did understand.

"Henry?" There was a knock at the door and he looked up to see Wolsey, one of his many chairmen. Henry motioned him in and turned back to his papers, but was interrupted but the coughing of Wolsey.

"What is it?" He moved back forward in his chair, he really didn't have time for this.

"I want you to met our newest remember of the office, she's going to be replacing your Jonathon, after his recent resignation."

Henry nodded, still focused on his papers.

"It's a pleasure to met you Mr Turner."
Henry looked up at this, her voice sounding like bells through the horrid sounds of office work. He was breath taken when he did, his eyes unsure of where to look as everything in front of him seemed so beautiful. She had long, dark flowing hair with two pieces pinned to the side of her head. Her pale skin was illumined by the redness of her lips as she smiled back at him. There seemed to be numerous shades of blue within her eyes and Henry knew he wanted to take the time to count every single one of them.

"This is Ms Boleyn, Anne Boleyn. She's very good at her job, well so I'm told." Both Anne and Wolsey laughed.

"I'm sure she is. Boleyn? Where have I heard that name before?" Henry put his hands together and studied her face."

Anne stated "I have a sister. She about the same age as me actually, only about a few years younger. Maybe you've met her?"

Henry looked even more puzzled by this statement. A sister? Surely he would remember someone who looked as beautiful as Anne. "What's her name?"

"Oh it's Mary." Anne smiled. Henry's heart sank, of course Mary. The Mary he was never allowed to see again, the exact same Mary Henry had been arguing about only hours before.

"Oh yes the name rings a bell." He smiled, there was no way he was going to let Anne know that he knew her sister. "Well when do you start Anne?"

"She starts whenever you want her too." Wolsey spoke before Anne even had the chance to open her mouth.

Henry smiled at this. "Oh right away of course. Now if you don't mind me I have some work to get back too." He watched as Anne and Wolsey left, watching even step that Anne made. He knew he had made a promise to his wife but there was just something about this girl, something he wanted that he knew he would have to get. He was about to become like a child without his favorite toy, yearning and yearning for it.