"I don't want to talk to you, Fitzgerald."

"Then you can listen. Either way, we are going to go in that room and sit down and hash this out."

Getting off the elevator, Olivia held the room key card in her hand tightly. Though she told Jerry she would talk to Fitz, she didn't tell him when. If she could get away with a few more months, that would work fine for her. Fitz, however, seemed to be adamant that they have a discussion now. And it didn't look like there would be a way out of it.

"Haven't you said enough? You've made it very clear how you feel about me. I don't want to go over that again."

Following her to the hotel room, he stayed close behind her so she couldn't run inside the room and lock him out. "No, I haven't made it clear. If I did, you would be talking to me and a bit nicer than you are now."

Stopping at the room, she turned around to face him. Looking at her, Fitz could see pure fire in her eyes.

"I don't want you in this room. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I've moved on. I have nothing left to say to you."

"Olivia, I want one hour to talk to you. That's all I'm asking for. One hour. After you've heard what I need to say, you can decide to walk away for good. But you at least owe me an hour."

"I owe you?"

"You owe me that and you know it. You owe it to yourself to hear me out."

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Liv looked at her phone for the time. "One hour from the time I open this door. Not a second longer."

"As you wish."

Fitz waited for her to open the door and walk in before him. Looking around the room when she let them in, he saw her bags packed by the closet door ready to leave. Guess I really only have one chance at this.

Unzipping the back of her dress, Liv grabbed her set of silk pajamas she left on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. "I can hear you through this door. You only have fifty-nine minutes."

"But no pressure," Fitz rolled his eyes. Sitting on the chair at the table, he looked over at the bathroom door and noticed the bed was unmade. She slept with him. What the hell? He's identical to Stephen and she's slept in the same bed with him?

Brushing out her hair, she opened the bathroom door and sat on the bed. "You are wasting time."

"Why's the bed look slept in?"

"Probably because housekeeping didn't come in today and I slept here last night."

"Was he in bed with you?"

"Who? Tyler?"

"Is that the guy who looks like Stephen you were with tonight?"

"He's Stephen's identical twin brother, yes. That's who I was with. No, he wasn't in bed with me last night. Or any other night, not that that's any of your business."

Hearing her attitude in her voice, Fitz tried not to ball his fist at the idea of not being his business. "Did you listen to any of the messages I left you? Even just one of them?"

"No. I had nothing to say to you and didn't feel the need to listen to you call me those horrible names again. I don't need a voicemail to replay it all over in my head. I'm able to do that all on my own."

"Right, your memory thing," Fitz groaned as he remembered how she couldn't forget things. "When did you sleep last? If that guy hasn't been helping you sleep, then you've had to had someone else there with you."

"I've been sleeping just fine. You don't need to concern yourself with my sleeping habits," Liv snarked out at him.

"You've been sleeping? How? Cyrus and Michael haven't seen you. Dad and Huck have been here. You've had that guy answering your phone for weeks now. He's been in your bed, Liv. Don't deny it."

"That guy, you so kindly refer to him as, is Tyler. He's a very good friend and he was there to help me pick up the pieces of what you did. You don't get to sit here and try to belittle him after what you've done. I won't stand for it. Tyler is my friend. He is Stephen's brother. He's the last living piece that I have of him. I won't let you try to take that from me."

Standing up, Fitz was about to sit on the bed beside her but froze. "I… I'm not trying to take anything from you. I didn't know Stephen had a brother. Or a twin for that matter. You don't talk about him." Sticking his hands in his pockets, Fitz took a step back and leaned against the wall across from the bed. "You haven't slept in three months?"

"Are you deaf? I slept last night. And the night before that. I've been sleeping."

"How? You don't sleep unless someone is beside you. You've always had to have someone beside you to sleep since I've known you. What changed?"

Olivia had the most confused look on her face as she stared at him. Both wondering what the other was thinking. What this discussion was going on about.

"It doesn't matter," she told him. "You're getting off track here. No, I didn't listen to your voicemails."

"I called you multiple times a day. Left you a message every time. I sent you text messages. I've sent you emails. And not one of them did you read or listen to. I was wrong about what I said to you before you left. I never should have called you a whore. Called you a slut. I assumed you were sleeping with James when you went behind my back to him. I shouldn't have done that. I was so angry the night before you left. I should have just been relieved that I was divorced but I couldn't be. I knew he wanted to see you. That was the only thing left. For you to see him. I should have thanked you for going to see him, but I was so self-absorbed. I didn't want you to be part of the divorce. After what Mellie put on the walls at the office, I wanted to protect you from her. I know you can hold your own against her. I've witnessed that. But you shouldn't have had to put up with her. Keeping you out of the divorce was supposed to help get it done quicker. When Jake came in telling him about you and me, that should've been the que to bring you in. Bring you in, let you say what you wanted to say. I thought I was protecting you from her. I don't know. Obviously, I made the wrong call. The day I called his office to find out where we were on the divorce, he said I needed to talk to you. I was furious. I didn't want you doing anything with the divorce. I wanted you to be untainted from it. But he said you knew. I should talk to you about the final papers. Why didn't you tell me you were going to see him?"

Leaning against the headboard, she held the pillow in front of her. "Didn't you already answer your question? You didn't want me involved with it. I was trying to honor what you wanted."

"But you did it anyway. So why not tell me after?"

"So that you could call me a whore before you actually did?"

"I wouldn't have if you had just had a conversation with me."

"I tried to have a conversation with you when James told you that you were divorced and instead, I got called a whore, slut, and damaged."

Closing his eyes tight, Fitz couldn't bear to see the look on her face as she said those words again. Each word cut him deeper again as she repeated them back. "I was so wrong to say that."

"Yeah, no shit."

"If I could take back those words, I would. In a heartbeat. Every night when I go to bed, I have the haunting image of the look on your face when I said it. The pain in your eyes hurt me more than I thought possible. I wanted to hurt you then. Make you feel as betrayed as I felt. But now, I can't keep that image out of my head. The last look I saw from you was one of pain that I caused, and I won't forgive myself for it."

"If you're asking me to forgive you, that's not happening."

"I already figured that one. You ran off for months."

"No, I did what you asked me to do."

"Liv, I didn't ask you to run away."

"You asked me not to be here when you came back. I did just that. You didn't want me there, so I left. I did not run off."

Fitz rolled his eyes at her trying to hold back the annoyed smirk. "You didn't tell anyone where you were for three months. That's running away. You wouldn't tell anyone where you were at all. Then some guy is answering your phone and won't let any of us talk to you. How are we supposed to know that you weren't kidnapped or something? Do you know how worried we were? And all this guy kept saying was you were fine, and he was taking care of you. This guy that none of us know."

"Use his name, Fitzgerald. Tyler. Tyler helped me. Tyler took care of me. Tyler was there."

"I don't care what his name is, Olivia. I care that you were with him."

"You don't care. You don't give a shit about me. Did you suddenly forget that you reminded me how damaged I am? That I'm a self-righteous, uptight bitch? A whore? A slut? Everything you said hurt."

"Why didn't you tell me about James?"

Holding the pillow tighter against her, Liv shivered at his name. "It didn't concern you."

"He's a judge. He raped you. You could have him disbarred and thrown in jail. Why would you not do that? I could have helped you."

"He's a good judge. He does the right thing for clients and you're an attorney that is in front of him several times a year. I'm not going to destroy that. He's your friend. I did what was best for the situation."

"If he did that to you, you know he did it to others. Judge or not, you should have called the police. He is using his position to overpower women. Did Nancy know?" Fitz watched her for a moment, but she could only look away from him. "Then she did know. And she did nothing about it. She should have helped you, Liv."

"I don't need help. I can handle it."

"And there it is."

Leaning her head back, Liv stared at the ceiling trying to not scream. "There what is?"

"You always say you have it handled. You'll take care of it. You don't need anyone's help. You don't need to be the only person capable of taking care of it."

"Forty-five minutes."

Moving over to the couch in the room, Fitz sat down in the corner of it and crossed his legs before putting his arm on the back of it looking at her. "When did you go see James?"

"Is that all you want to talk about? James? I'm over hearing about him. I don't want to talk about him anymore."

"That's where the problem is, Olivia. The main problem anyway. I told you not to get involved in the divorce and you did it anyway."

"That's right. It's my fault. Everything is my fault."

"When did you see him?"

"The day Verna and Jerry went to Washington to see Javi. You and I went back to the office, and you had a meeting. I left while you were there to go see him."

"That was three weeks before everything happened to us. You kept that a secret for three weeks? I was divorced three weeks before I even knew about it. You had no right to keep that from me. You had no right to go see him when I specifically asked you not to get involved."

Sitting upright, Liv stared over at across the room. "If you're waiting for me to apologize for going to see him and making him sign the divorce decree, you'll be waiting forever. I'm not going to ever apologize for that. The only thing I will tell you I'm sorry about is for not telling you that I went to see him. But if I had to go back and do it again, I'd still go down to his office. The only difference I would do is tell you right after. There's no way I would have told you before though. You would only have tried to talk me out of it. Or forbid me from going. That's the only thing I'm going to apologize for."