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She fucked up. There was no doubt about that. Infidelity wasn't something to be proud of, but it wasn't what Sam regretted most. The way Randy found out about the affair was what killed her. He wasn't supposed to find out on his own. She was planning on telling him. She was going to do it as soon as she saw him. But fate had other plans, and at the end of the day, that's all that mattered. Fate.

Randy had been the one doubtful all along, but it was ultimately her who acted on it. There was officially nothing left to salvage in their marriage. It's clear now that it'd been dead a long time ago. The cheating, however, only started two weeks ago. It was never in her plans; it just happened. The opportunity fell into her hands one night, and well, she took it. She was lonely. What else was she supposed to do?

"Jesus Christ, Randy, answer me."

With shaky hands, Sam dialed her husband's number again. He'd sent her straight to voicemail the last few times, but that wasn't stopping her from trying to contact him again and again. They needed to talk. She needed to explain. Whether it was for Randy's sake or her own, she didn't really know. But she was adamant to talk this through with him. It needed to be done, and she'd rather it be sooner than later.

After another failed attempt to connect their lines, she decided to leave a message. "Randy, it's Sam. Please answer me. We're gonna have to talk eventually. Give me a chance. Please. That's all I ask."

She closed her eyes, sighed, and said I love you. Then she hung up. Not a second later, her phone went off. She picked up on instinct.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby."

Sam's stomach began to twist. It wasn't Randy.

"I caught Sam cheating on me."

Randy had said this twice already, as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare; but still, no one was obviating from the standstill. There was complete silence.

Randy was staring straight at Alyssa, but he really wasn't looking at her. His mind was going haywire. It'd been a good fifteen minutes since he found out about his wife's infidelity and the minutes that followed hadn't done much to tame the blow.

"I caught Sam cheating on me," Randy said again. This time, his voice was much fuller and the anger was starting to bleed through. "You know how I found out? Through a text message."

His fingers curled in to make fists. The evident tension coiling his muscles was making John and Alyssa much more stiff. And mute.

"A. Text. Message." Randy gritted his teeth. His mind immediately went back to the cryptic message. He memorized it by now.

Bryan, I had a really good night last night. I'll see you later at my house.

It didn't set in at first that something was wrong, but as soon as Sam sent the next few messages, trying vehemently to recant, Randy knew she was guilty. Who knew my phone could tell me my wife was a hoe, he replied. She then called, confessed, and cried. It was pathetic. This whole thing was pathetic. How stupid could she be, getting caught through an electronic device? How stupid could she be to cheat in the first place?

"Fuck! How stupid am I? I did everything to try and fix that marriage, but she's over there, gallivanting with another man. And in my house?"

Alyssa didn't say anything, but she finally walked into the room to hug her best friend. She's never seen him so shaken. The heavy pounding of his chest was the first thing she noticed when they reached contact. His heart was racing, and she knew it was breaking at the same time.

They were barely three seconds into the embrace when Randy pulled away. He sought it best to lean on his on weight. He couldn't possibly stay in someone's hold without promising to stay upright. He briefly closed his eyes and shook his head.

"In my fucking house," he whispered.

Alyssa searched Randy's face, wanting desperately for him to absorb her strength, but all she got was a mirror of devastation. Surely, there must be something appropriate for her to say, but she just didn't know what they were. She stood stunned.

Randy exhaled deeply and looked straight ahead. He saw John for the first time. With obvious effort, he smiled and changed the subject. "You're back."

John parted his lips and nodded. He couldn't hide the surprise in his face; there'd been so much going on: making love to Alyssa for the first and second time, agreeing to revealing their secret, Sam's infidelity, and now, Randy looking at him like he used to. Like they were actually best friends.

"He's only here for a visit," Alyssa explained.

Randy nodded, pleased. "Do you guys wanna come in?"

"Yes," Alyssa replied with the most cheerful tone she could possibly utter.

The three of them silently moved further into the room with John closing the door behind them. Randy sat on the desk chair and turned his phone back on. Meanwhile, John and Alyssa hesitantly sat on the foot of the bed. The stoic silence that ensued the room was unnerving.

"So John, how's Australia been?" Randy looked up from his phone screen.

"Uh…well…it's been good."

Randy nodded, returning his sights back to the device that had changed his life just a few minutes ago. His eyes danced at the long list of missed calls, voicemail, and text messages. What the hell was he supposed to do with this?

Seeing Randy's distraction, Alyssa looked over at John nervously. She suddenly remembered why they came here, and it was making her heart hammer away to a tenfold. John used his eyes to point at Randy, silently willing her to say something. She shook her head as John leaned closer to her.

"You said you wanted to tell him before it threatened anything," he whispered.

Before Alyssa's mind could marinate in dread even more, Randy's phone went off.

He stared at it disapprovingly. "What does she want from me?"

Alyssa's eyes met Randy's. His orbs burrowed into her, and he looked broken. Irreconcilable.

"She complained and bitched about our marriage, so I did what I could to fix it. Apparently, that wasn't enough, so she gets more from another man. And now she's calling me? She's calling me?"

No other sounds followed his question.

Randy crashed his forehead to his phone and sighed. He got up a second later. "Excuse me guys, but I got business to take care of."

"You're leaving?" Alyssa asked. She eyed her best friend, and he didn't appear to be capable of handling any business.

"Yeah. I'ma try to go home and get my shit out of there. She can have everything else," he shrugged. He walked over to his unpacked suitcase and started dumping the contents out. What he needed was an empty bag. "I should be back by tonight. I'm not planning on staying to chit chat."

"You sure you wanna do this right now?" John asked. "You barely got back from Europe. You should rest first."

"Rest." Randy enunciation the word. "I won't know what that is until I get my stuff away from Sam. And right now, I just wanna get it over with." Randy checked for his passport before grabbing the handle to the suitcase. "I gotta go."

He was out the door before John or Alyssa had a chance to protest.

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him." Alyssa, back in her room with John, dithered over the contents of the last hour. What an emotional roller coaster she'd just gone on.

John was laying on the bed beside her. Their eyes were to the ceiling, with hands clasped over their chests.

"It probably wasn't the right time, but when will it ever be?" John asked. It was a practical question. He wasn't dying to tell Randy at first, but he couldn't deny the disappointment that washed over him when they didn't. Like Randy, John wanted to get it over with. And frankly, he wanted the whole world to know about him and Alyssa already. He wanted them to know that she was is and he was hers.

"He looked so broken, John. I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell him that I've been deceptive, too."

Her words forced his head to snap towards her. "You weren't trying to be deceptive."

"But that's how he's gonna look at it," Alyssa groaned. "Ugh. I'm a horrible, horrible best friend."

John reached for her hand. "You're not. And if he's the same Randy you described earlier, he's not a horrible best friend either. He'll understand."

Alyssa was feeling her head sink deeper and deeper onto the pillow. Will he understand? He's never been the most understanding with men. What more when he finds out she's been hiding it from him?

"Everything's gonna be okay. Don't worry."

Alyssa exhaled sharply and forced her train of thought elsewhere. "When are you leaving?"

John hesitated to answer.

She sat up and squeezed his hand. "John?"

"In thirty minutes," he regretfully said.

"What? Thirty minutes? Why didn't you tell me!" Her eyes panicked and so did John's. Her glare was so sharp, it cut.

"I didn't want you counting down," he explained calmly.

"Thirty minutes?" Alyssa frowned. "That's so little time."

"It's more than what we've had these last twenty days," he rationalized. He offered his arm for her to fold in to. "You should sleep."

"Now? But you wont be there when I wake up."

"I'll be a call away. Come on." He pulled her towards him.

Against her own wishes, she closed her eyes. She didn't know what else to do. The whole world was feeling so out of sorts: Randy's failing marriage, his unawareness to her relationship with John, his irrationality to the men in her life, John leaving in thirty minutes. Where was she supposed to pull her strength from? It's as if she'd suddenly been stripped naked, and there was no where for her to run.

She closed her eyes tighter, like a scared kid, hoping for all the problems to just disappear.

"Everything's gonna be okay," John repeated, as if he'd been reading her mind.

He kissed her temple, and in an instant, she was fast asleep.

Randy stood in front of his house. It was a beautiful two story mansion with six bedrooms, four baths, and a theater. He snickered at the thought of Sam filling up the space with random men. It wasn't funny, but it wasn't a sad image he wanted to instill in his head. He briefly eyed the fountain, a last minute installment they'd decided on, before heading towards the entrance. He fished his pockets for the keys and opened the door.

The sight of the foyer immediately brought him back to the last time he came home. Sam nearly tackled him when he walked in. She was all hugs and kisses, and their marriage was just starting to feel exciting again. Like they were newlyweds.

Randy shook his head when he realized what he was doing, and shut the door. There was no sign of Sam anywhere, and he was glad.

Damn it, she better not be in the master, he thought bitterly. He walked through the empty living room and the empty kitchen to reach his office. He shut the door behind him and immediately started packing his things. All his belongings needed to be out of this house. He was never going to come back.

He absentmindedly filled his suitcase to the brim, not caring for any order or organization. Once he was done with that, he made his way up to the master bedroom.

The door flung open before he got to it. His firm mentality was suddenly knocked off balance.

"Randy!" Sam exclaimed. Her voice was high-pitched, despite her somber appearance. She looked like she'd been crying all day, but she also appeared to be pleased to see him.

"I just came to get my stuff," he said calmly.

He walked closer to make his way into the room; but Sam blocked him, her eyes desperately pleading.

"Randy, hear me out."

"Sam-" Randy warned. "Just get out of my way."

But she stood her ground.

Randy briefly closed his eyes. Hadn't she done enough damage? Why was she imprisoning him with this reminder of what he used to have? Didn't she understand he didn't want to see her? To be around her?

When he opened his eyes again, Sam was standing directly in front of him. She'd walked closer.

"Samantha, don't do this."

"Randy, you know, you know I tried to stay. I tried to fix our marriage."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "So you decide to cheat?"

"I tried to be this obedient wife, this-this perfect wife you always wanted, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't."

Randy stepped backed as if her words had physically stung him. But they did way more damage than any physical sensation could ever do. "You don't need to explain yourself."

"But I do have to explain! I have to get this off my chest."

"Hell Sam, you got what you wanted didn't you?" Randy threw his hands up in the air, feeling his blood start to boil. So much for keeping composure. How much longer was she going to stretch this unbearable confrontation? He didn't need this. He didn't need to hear that she didn't want to be with him anymore; her infidelity had long proven that.

"If I got what I wanted, I would've gotten you!" Sam argued back. Tears were rolling down her face now.

"You had me!" Randy yelled. He charged at her, making her flinch at his every word. His knuckles were turning white from his formed fists and he needed a release. He spun around and grabbed the nearest item and launched it to the wall. The wooden table crumbled to ragged pieces. Randy went after a second table, this time, with much more force and power. It shattered within seconds.

Something inside him had snapped. He gave her everything he possibly could, and there she was, saying she didn't even have him at all. How ungrateful.

Shaking, Sam covered her mouth and backed up against the wall. Her jelly legs couldn't stay upright any longer. She watched her husband run his hands through his hair. He hovered over the broken pieces, staring at his destruction. Pain and exhaustion was claiming him.

All he wanted was to get his belongings. He really didn't want to have to do this.

"I'm not proud of what I did, Randy. At the end of all this, I hope you know I do love you."

Randy exhaled sharply. He didn't understand when and how normality escaped his life, but he knew it was gone. Things would never be the same again.

Sam pushed herself off the wall and forced herself to look away. "I just can't be with someone who's in love with somebody else."

Randy closed his eyes, feeling something inside him crumble. There were now tears stinging his own eyes. He blinked them away, and when he turned around, Sam was already gone.