AN: Okay people. I hope you don't want to kill me for the last chapter but I had to do it. Addison and Charlotte will hit some rough waters now. But don't fret. It will all be good in the end. I promise! And I apologize that it's been a while since an update...I've been lacking inspiration, but don't worry, I won't ever give up on this story! Here's chapter 10!

Chapter 10

Addison's POV:

I can't even believe my eyes. No...it can't be happening. Did I really just see what I just saw? My girlfriend...kissing her ex-husband? I must been dreaming...right?

Anyone would hope that the answer is yes...that with just a pinch or a kick, they will wake up to find out it is all just a silly dream. If only it was that easy. Unfortunately, no...I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't dreaming at all...but now I was in a real-life nightmare. Charlotte was cheating on me. She was kissing Cooper. The man that broke her heart and made her feel like Hell...numerous times, might I add!

I feel a stab a pain inside me as I back out of Charlotte's office and sprint off toward my own. I grab my purse, cellphone and head to the elevator. I feel betrayed. I feel disgusted. I feel many gut-wrenching feelings that I thought I would never have to face again. Images of Derek cheating on me with Meredith flood my mind. That was one of the worst moments of my life, and now, this moment could definitely beat out that one. I love Charlotte more than I ever loved Derek...even though that may be so hard to believe.

In the beginning, I never expected to love Charlotte as much as I do, but do we ever really plan these things? Not really. If this was a few years ago, I would've fell onto the floor, howling with laughter, if they told me that I would be in love with Charlotte King within a few years. I heard of the horrible nicknames they called the petite blonde, and I almost began to go along with them...until I met the real Charlotte. The tender Charlotte, that would wake me up every morning and give me a good morning kiss. The silly Charlotte, that would tell the dumbest jokes, yet I would laugh, because she looked adorable telling them. There were many other versions of Charlotte, but my point is that I was one of the very few who saw the woman's true self. With each passing day, I began to love her even more, and I still found things about her that made me fall even deeper in love. Once I thought I couldn't fall any deeper anymore, I would.

But, what could I possibly do now? I guess Charlotte doesn't love me as much as I love her. Maybe she doesn't love me at all. It could've been just sex, just like with everyone else she was with. Why would she be kissing Cooper if she loves me? There's no reason for it. This could all be just an act too. Charlotte was desperate when I invited her into my house that one night. I could just tell...but if Charlotte had to use anyone...why would she choose me of all people? Maybe because I looked desperate...and weak...and vulnerable. She probably saw her chance and she took it.

That...or maybe she was just two-timing us both. I mean, really? Could Charlotte actually go lesbian for me, when she has been with men her whole life? I'm sure she still thought about it. Once you have something like that for a certain amount of time, you get addicted to it. Hell, I was the exact same way...until Charlotte came around. I never thought of myself as a lesbian...but Charlotte would be the one person I'd go gay for...and I did! Maybe this whole thing is an experimentation...or a stupid dare that Amelia put her up to. That wouldn't surprise me at all, because Amelia is like that.

I don't know why the exact reason why, but I didn't even want to think about it anymore. I rush out of the Practice and out to my car. I peel out of the parking lot and speed off toward St. Ambrose. I didn't have any patient's at the Practice, but I had a delivery at the hospital. I still had about an hour before that surgery was scheduled anyway.

I could barely concentrate and I needed to clear my mind before this surgery. I pull into my parking space at the hospital and I just sit there in my car for a moment. I lean back in my seat as silent tears cascade down my face. Why was this happening? Or a better question would be is why was this happening to me again? This wasn't the first time someone I was with was kissing someone else. It killed me. It broke my heart into a million pieces. A broken heart can only be smashed into pieces for so long before it isn't able to be mended back together again. Charlotte mended my broken heart...now look at me!

I cry for about a minute or so before I breathe deeply and get out of my car. I try to keep my personal life out of work, and now I was at work so I needed to focus. I head into the hospital and change into my scrubs. I put on my lucky scrub cap and head to the patient's room. They would be wheeling her in for her C-section soon so I wanted to be there to calm her nerves.

I walk into the room and see my patient with her girlfriend. I smile at them warmly. "Hello, Bridget...Tessa..." I look over at her girlfriend. "How are you feeling?"

She sighs. "I'm just nervous...but I can't wait for our baby girl to get here." She kisses her girlfriend and looks back at me. "I am just afraid something is going to go wrong."

I shake my head. "No...no...nothing will go wrong. Cesarean sections are nothing to be afraid of...you can't even feel a thing...and you don't even have to see the operation if you don't want to."

"I just have the weirdest vibe, Dr. Montgomery..." Bridget rubs her belly. "It's this gut feeling..."

"No...no..." I walk over to her and squeeze her hand reassuringly. "It's okay...I am going to deliver a beautiful, healthy baby girl...I promise..."

"See...she knows what she's talking about, babe...she's the best!" Her girlfriend, Tessa, reassures her and smiles at me. "We trust you, Dr. Montgomery. Our daughter is in good hands."

I nod and smile happily at them. They would have a minute or two more alone before Bridget would go into OR 2 for the delivery.

Ten minutes later, I am standing in the scrub room, cleaning my hands when the door blasts open.

"Addison..." Charlotte's frantic voice and expression greets me. I knew she would find me after a while.

I quickly look at her and look away. "Dr. King...is everything okay? You don't look like yourself..." I act professional towards her now, and the last part was a jab at her. It killed me to even look at her but I could hear her trying not to break down next to me. It wasn't every day when Charlotte King would burst out crying...in a public place, where people could see her...

"Baby...please...it's not what it looked like-" Charlotte tries to explain to me, with tears filling up in her green eyes.

"Oh, really? So, you weren't shamelessly kissing your ex-husband?" I look over at her now, crossing my arms tightly. "Because it really looked like that!"

"Addison, just give me a minute to explain!" Charlotte pleads to me.

"No...no, Charlotte, you don't get a minute!" I point through the window at my patient laying on the operating table. "I am going to go in there, and deliver a beautiful baby girl, and I am not going to be worrying about you and me right now, okay? If there even is a me and you anymore..." I say the last line silently and Charlotte looks like she's about to crumble. "I won't slip up in there. This woman and her girlfriend have been wanting this baby for years and they're going to get their baby, okay?"

Charlotte doesn't respond. She doesn't nod or shake her head. She doesn't do much of anything. She just bites her bottom lip and stares at me with sad eyes. I couldn't do it anymore. I finish washing my hands and head into the OR. I approach the operating table where my patient lays, and her girlfriend is sitting behind her. I smile at her. "Are you ready?" I ask her.

She nods. "Yes...I am so ready..."

"Okay..." I make sure that everything is all set before I hold out my hand for the scalpel. I look into the scrub room and Charlotte is still there. I zone out. I couldn't be distracted. This was the absolute worst time to be distracted, when I was about to cut into a woman to deliver her baby. I take a deep breath and begin the surgery. The gift of life always lifted up my spirits, so I needed something happy to occur in my crappy day!

5 Hours Later:

I am heading out of the hospital to go home when I hear a clicking of heels behind me. "Addison, wait!" Charlotte calls out. I stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder at her. I didn't look okay at all...but that's because I wasn't. My job was wonderful...until things like this happened. "Oh my God...what on Earth happened, Addison?"

"I don't really want to talk about it..." I say sadly as I inspect her. She was about to head home herself. I sigh. I was sad enough before what happened in that operating room, and now I was really heartbroken. I exit the hospital and Charlotte follows me silently. We don't say a single word to each other on the way home.

Once I'm inside, I head upstairs and strip off the scrubs that I didn't even have the strength to get out of earlier. I change into pajamas and hide under the covers. I just wanted to hide and never come out.

A few minutes later, Charlotte comes into the bedroom. She changes as well and slides under the covers. "Addison, can we talk?"

"No." I say harshly as I turn my back on her. I actually did want to talk about it, but it was difficult. I still couldn't wrap it around my mind. Maybe it is what I'm thinking...maybe it isn't...but no matter what it truly is, I can't help but think the worst. That's what everyone always does though, right? We try to have a little hope inside of us...a tiny ounce of hope to discourage the negativity, but sometimes, it's just not enough. Negativity almost always beats out hope. Hope doesn't stand a single chance.

"Addison, please! I never even got a chance to explain myself!" Charlotte says to me.

I sit up roughly and look at her. "You don't deserve a chance...you don't, Charlotte!" I let out a groan and glare slightly at her. "Why should I even let you explain to me at all? You cheated on me!"

"Addison, no! I didn't cheat on you-"

"It sure as hell looked that way, Charlotte!" I yell at her and she shrinks back a bit. "Or are you going to say something stupid like "Oh, I tripped and my lips met his!"?" I was furious, but I had a right to be. I never yelled at Charlotte...not like this. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I wasn't going to cry...not now.

"Addison..." Charlotte says weakly, and not in her usually strong Southern drawl. "You don't even know what happened in there..."

"I don't? Are you calling me stupid or something?" I look at her and clench my jaw. "I know what I saw, so don't say that I don't."

"I'm not sayin' that at all..." Charlotte begins to say and I cut her off.

"You kind of are though..." I look away from her and down at the bed. I trace my finger along the sewing of the blanket, and decide not to look at her.

"Addison!" Charlotte pleads to me, her voice even cracking while saying that. "Give me a few minutes to explain myself...just a few!"

"Why should I, Charlotte?" I calm myself down now. "We shouldn't have to explain anything like this to each other...we're supposed to be faithful to one another. I kept my part...why couldn't you?" She opens her mouth and I hold out my index finger. "No, you wait a minute." She closes her mouth and looks at me helplessly. "I don't think you know how much I love you, Charlotte...hell, I don't even think that I know how much exactly! But it happened...we both let it happen..." I look over at her slowly. "I blame you...you're the one that allowed me to fall in love with you...you did!" I can feel the tears about to seep out now and I try to keep them back. It was useless though. "Damn it! Why did you make me love you, Charlotte? When you know that deep down inside, you know that you love him! He's like a disease...but you love him anyway...and don't even try to deny it..." And Charlotte doesn't deny it either. She just looks at me flabbergasted. I could see her lip quivering and she bites it nervously. "See...you do love him...whatever...it's fine...I enjoyed what we had...even though it only lasted...what? Half a year? That's a record with someone like you, I guess. I'm sure I was just some sort of rebound after Cooper...'cause Cooper is the best! I bet you were all "Addison should be my next victim! She looks like a real demon in bed! I should take her for a spin for a while!", right?" I even mock her accent. I was way beyond furious now, and that wasn't good. This was when bad things would start flying out of my mouth now; things that I wouldn't be able to take back. "It was always about Cooper though...I should've known better...so...were you screwing him on the side? Or did I walk in on you two "reuniting"?" I lean towards her with an evil grin on my face, and it was evil. There was nothing playful about it. "Huh? Come on, Charlotte...tell me!"

Charlotte jumps back and even gets off of the bed. She looks frightened. Like she saw a ghost or something like that. She shakes her head quickly before being overcome by tears. Somehow, she manages to look at me. "What h-has gotten into you, Addison? Y-you're a freakin'...monster..." She manages to get out before sobbing. Part of me should feel sorry for making her cry, but part of me didn't regret a single thing. "I...I...can't do this anymore...you won't...l-let me explain...you don't t-trust me...you don't...love me anymore..." Charlotte begins to sob wildly now and she turns her back on me.

I can't even look at her now. I look down at the sheets and play with them. I never thought it would come to this. We had fights before...but this argument took it up about ten notches. This was as bad as it could get for us.

Somehow, she calms herself down enough to turn around and look at me without crying. "If you can't trust me...if you won't let me explain without havin' a comment or remark after everythin'...I guess..." She looks me in the eyes and swallows hard. "I guess we're done, Addison..." I feel as if a cold hand whacked me hard across the face. I'm absolutely speechless. "We're over..."

Now was when I really started to regret what I said. Charlotte looks at me for a few more moments before she leaves the bedside and begins to head out of my room. "W-where are you going? Don't leave...don't leave, Charlotte!"

She spins around furiously with a look of pure anger. A look that I was always familiar with. This was Cruella...or the Wicked Witch of St. Ambrose, coming out of the dead. This was the Charlotte I used to know. "Why the hell should I listen to you when you wouldn't listen to me?!" She screams so loud that I close my eyes. "I'll go wherever the hell I want...hey, maybe I'll go to Cooper's, since I was screwin' him durin' this whole relationship, right?" She looks at me with a huge grin, that's obviously forced, before letting out a groan. "This is over...I'm done talkin' about this...we're done..." One word that I thought I would never hear out of her mouth is thrown in my face. "Goodbye, Addison." The blonde tells me through gritted teeth. I knew she was serious too. Without any other warning, she leaves my room.

I almost think that she is joking about leaving until I hear the door slam loudly down below. My lips begin to quiver as I collapse down onto the bed and curl into a ball before I start to sob uncontrollably. What the hell did I just do? I ruined my relationship with Charlotte...and probably our friendship too. I ruined everything with Charlotte. The one person that made me feel at home, and at ease, was gone...and she wasn't mine anymore. I guess this is my fault...I don't even have to guess...I know that it's my fault. If only I let her explain. If only I wasn't so pigheaded. Too many if only's.

I contemplate chasing after her to stop her, but all I could do was sob like a complete and utter fool and rethink everything that I said to her over and over again. I really messed up. Even if I had the strength to chase after her, what would it do...and what it prove?

It wouldn't do much...and it wouldn't prove much of anything...except the fact that I messed up. I messed up horribly. I said too many things that shouldn't have been said, but there wasn't anything I could do at this point. What's done is done...I can't change the past. Now, I have to live with the choices I've made...whether I like them or not.

AN: Okay...I'm sorry! I know that was horrible and I didn't want to do it, but don't worry. Like I said, they'll be okay! I may add in one or two more POV's because I'm getting down to the end stretch of this story. I don't know how many more chapters I'll have but I have something big coming and after that, I'm not sure what. But stay tuned and you'll find out! Thanks for reading! Click that button down there, and gimme some feedback! : )