"Thanks for letting Javi stay today; he seemed to have fun sitting around the office."

"He's a well-behaved kid, he can come hang out any time."

Finally getting home for the evening, Fitz hung up their coats and went to the living room flipping through the mail that Liv handed him in the elevator.

Liv came back changed in her more comfortable clothes and poured a glass of wine for both of them. Trying to hand it to Fitz, he saw her hand and waved it off.

"Are you alright? You've been quiet since this afternoon. Everything go okay with the clients this morning?"

"Clients were fine, Olivia. Everyone is fine."

"Olivia? Fitz, come on. You only call me Olivia when you're upset. What's wrong? I am sure that I can fix it," she told him while moving closer to him on the couch and running her fingers through his hair. "What happened?"

Opening up a few of the bills that he had, Fitz ducked his head away from her and put them on the coffee table grabbing another stack. Holding up one of the larger envelopes for her to see Washington D.C. Family Court Division typed out on the front corner of the large orange envelope. "Anything you want to tell me before I open this?" Fitz asked, looking over at her directly.

Seeing the return address on it, Liv shook her head and took a sip from her glass. "Nope. Why would I have anything to say about it? Other than 'congratulations' if it's the news you were hoping for."

"Then why did James tell me this afternoon to talk to you about me being already divorced?"

"I don't know. Maybe he thinks I run your life? Maybe he thinks that I look at your mail? I don't know what goes through his mind, Fitz. But like I said, congratulations on being divorced."

Tossing it down on the table, Fitz turned his entire body towards her. "James says you know about this because you can't seem to mind your own damn business. So, what do you know about this divorce being final?"

"I know as much as you know. The divorce is final."

"Are you seriously going to sit here and lie to me? You can actually sit here and lie to my face and tell me you know absolutely nothing about my divorce or it being final. I don't believe you, Olivia. It's the one thing I told you I didn't want you to do. I did not want you to be part of this. What did you do?"

"Fitz, maybe he just realized it was time to let it go," Liv shrugged and got up taking her glass to the kitchen for a refill. "Maybe you should open the envelope and find out."

"I want an answer. And the answer I'm looking for is not going to be in that envelope. Did you go against my wishes and go to Richards?"

Keeping her back to him as he raised his voice at her, "you knew he wanted to see me. He wasn't going to give you a divorce until he saw me, and we both know that." Setting the glass in the sink, she turned back to see the pure anger on his face. "Fitz, it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? This is the one thing I told you not to become part of. Keep out of this and let me handle it. You agreed to let me handle my divorce myself. You just couldn't do it, could you? What'd you do? Did you go down there and flash a smile at him?"

"No."

"Did you go down to his office and flirt your way out of this divorce for me?"

"Fitz you're being ridiculous."

"You get on your knees for him?"

"Fitzgerald!"

"That's what you did, isn't it? You wanted it over with and fucked my way out of it."

"Do you hear yourself right now? Do you know how fucked up that sounds? I hate him! I don't want to ever lay eyes on him again. You really think I wanted to go down there and see him? I loathe him."

Getting angrier, Fitz threw the wine bottle at the wall. "Then why would you go down there when I specifically told you not to!"

"Told me not to? You practically ordered me not to get involved in this. And I didn't. Not until push came to shove. Me going to see him was the only fucking way you were getting divorced. So, yeah, I took one for you and went to see him."

Laughing so hard, he almost doubled over. "Took one for me? You didn't do it for me, Olivia. You did it for yourself. You always do. Because what Olivia wants Olivia will get. Right? That's what you've always been telling me. You'll figure it out. You'll get it done."

"It worked in your favor. I got you divorced. That's what you wanted. Excuse me for trying to help you, my boyfriend, get divorced from his alcoholic wife."

"And trade her in for a self-righteous, up tight bitch."

"Excuse me?"

"What other secrets are you hiding, Olivia? You sleep with my dad too? Obviously, you've slept with James. Huck?"

"You're seriously being ridiculous right now. Do you hear yourself or are you just rambling on? If there's a point, then let's get to it."

"You do whatever you want whenever you want, Olivia. You have no regard for what I want. You're a bunch of secrets that takes more than a crow bar to get out of you. You rely on others to take care of you. There are all these secrets about you that I don't know and lately, I'm not sure I even want to know about them. Everyone else is allowed to know the true Olivia Pope and I'll get the left-over crumbs of what you want me to know."

Crossing her arms in front of her as she leaned back against the counter staring at him, she waited for him to finish and let her talk. I'm not going to cry. I won't allow him to see me cry. Holding back any shed of a tear that was trying to escape. "What don't you know, Fitz? What haven't I told you? What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Why did you go to Richards' office? How did you manage to get him to sign off of a divorce that he's been pushing back for a year?"

"You know why I went. He wanted my side of the relationship story. I gave him that. I did it for you."

"Bull shit, you did it for yourself. Why did he suddenly sign a paper getting me divorced because you showed up? You drop down for him?"

"You're disgusting!"

"That's what you did, isn't it? Give him a little action to get me divorced. All you little young sluts are the same. You think you can use your body to make us men give you whatever you want. And as soon as you do, you toss us aside like we're trash. You get what you want and don't give two shits about the damage you've done. I bet that's what you did with James. That's why you left him and came to me. You took the job for me because you were done with him, isn't it? Isn't it Olivia!" Fitz slammed his fist on the counter and watched her hang her head across the kitchen from him. "You got your fill of him and tossed him aside for a new toy. Just like a child."

"No, I didn't, Fitz. I'm not that kind of person. You know me. You know I wouldn't do that."

"I don't know you, Olivia. Because you don't let me know you."

"Tell me what you want to know, I'll tell you everything," she said holding back the sob in her throat.

"Did you fuck him to get me divorced?"

"No! I would never…"

"Then you did it for yourself."

"Fitz please! I didn't have sex with him."

"I don't fucking believe you," Fitz growled out at her. "I want us to work out, but you keep lying to me about this and we aren't going to. I have put up with a lot of your shit, I have dealt with you being damaged goods, but I'm not putting up with you lying to me. Now, tell me the damn truth. Did you fuck him?"

Shaking her head, Liv held tight around her arms. "No, Fitz. I didn't fuck him. I didn't have sex with him. I wouldn't do that to us."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Olivia. Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't. Tell me you've never had sex with him."

Looking up at him, blinking a few times to hold the tears back, seeing the anger all over his face. "I didn't have sex with him."

Locking eyes on hers, Fitz almost felt bad seeing the tears starting to escape. "You're such a good liar. I almost believe you."

"I'm not lying. I wouldn't lie to you about that."

"You can't be damaged enough to actually believe that what you did with him was not sex. But maybe you are. You're fucked up enough I could see you thinking that."

Getting his keys from the table, Fitz started for the door, but she stood in the hallway. "Please let's just talk about this. Don't leave when we're arguing."

"There's nothing to talk about when you won't tell me the truth. Now move." Waiting a moment for her to step aside, getting his phone from the couch seeing she still hadn't moved. Lowering his head to eye level with her. "Move or I will move you."

Never having been afraid of him, the tone of his voice though told her not to challenge it. She took a step to the side of the hallway and listened to him storm out slamming the door behind him. Sliding her back down the wall, she sat there crying all night.