Rick, Marie and I unpack all my belongings. Marie's right, all my things don't exactly fit in my closet, so we have to put some of my clothing and shoes in Marie's.

Her closet, along with mine are jam packed with clothing, accessories and shoes.

We finish unpacking and say goodbye to Ricky. He kisses my cheek before leaving.

"I'm going to take a shower." I stand up, I feel disgusting after all the packing and hauling boxes left and right.

"Sure babe, I'll be here. I'll find us a movie to watch."

I retreat back to my bedroom and grab an oversized tee. Her guest bathrooms nice, of course it's nothing compared to Graysons. But I'm grateful all the same.

I wish I'd stop thinking about him. I reach in and turn the faucet on. I can't get his face out of my head when he saw me in the car. There was clear betrayal, hurt and anger. Did I do the right thing? I've always been one to run away from my problems. Why else would I have packed up my shit and moved across the country to New York?

I sigh rubbing the vanilla body-wash into my skin. All these thoughts adamantly refused to leave my mind. I felt guilty, so guilty. Maybe because this is the first time I've ran from someone I love, yes what I feel is love. Before I didn't have someone who I loved, even if he doesn't feel the same. I guess I do owe him some form of an explanation. He should at least know about the kid. I have no right to keep that from him. The anger I felt was clouding my judgement.

I hear knocking on the bathroom door. I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around myself. I open the door "hey babe. I was just wondering if you wanted me to order some Chinese?"

I think my face said it all, it scrunched up uncomfortably and I felt myself already getting nauseous at the thought. Marie laughed "I guess that's a definite no. How about I order us some Taco Bell?"

"No. Definitely not." I thought for a moment, thinking what sounds good.

"Oo! In and out. I want animal fries."

"Sounds good. I'll head out and get it. Get changed and get comfy, I'll be back in a few." She kissed my cheek and shut the bathroom door, allowing me some privacy.

She's gone. Why would she leave me like that? What did I do to hurt her so bad that she would sneak behind my back and move out.

I'd be lying if I didn't say it pissed me the fuck off. How could she be so goddamned childish?!

She didn't even talk to me just up and left. Now look where I am. I'm sitting alone on my couch nursing a now half empty bottle of bourbon in my apartment that's no longer clean, with my shirts all over the ground. A broken vase shattered in the corner. Picture frames she'd put up that had pictures of us from the first time she met my parents when she got blackout drunk and we slept in my childhood bed.

A selfie she took of the us sitting together in a booth at my favourite dingy diner. She'd insisted on the picture, saying she'd pour the scalding hot coffee on my head if I so much as refused her. I wouldn't put it past her to follow through, she got balls.

But then there was one of my favourites... it's her least favourite but I'd insisted we have it on the mantle. The Christmas party two years ago. Us together, me holding her close in a black suit with a Santa tie she'd bought me as a gag gift but still insisted I wear it to the party. I smirk, even then, when we despised each other she had me wrapped around her little finger. She wore a short gold dress, I remember she wasn't wearing panties that night. The picture was taken a couple minutes before she began rubbing herself against my leg. I was so turned on but she was so out of it. I refused to take advantage of that so instead I led her off the Dan floor and put her into a taxi where she began begging me to come home with her.

But all those supposedly great memories were a waste. Those pictures in the broken frames, tossed all around the room.

After she'd left and I lost her trail I ran up here. I was so angry I just started throwing things. All I could see was red. She hurt me so much that I couldn't think, only feel. So I threw item after item, breaking everything she touched.

I take another swig. Staring mindlessly at the dark tv. Why does she have this effect on me? She's my assistant.... But she's also my wife. Ugh women are so confusing, why can't they say it how it is. Instead they play these manipulative mind games and fuck with you.

I take a long swig of bourbon allowing the liquid to burn down my throat. "She's a bitch." I say to no one but myself.

Reaching into my pocket I grab the ring. Her ring. She'd left it with one of my employees who was working at the front desk, the same one that called me.

Even with the dim light in the room it still sparkled. Just like she had. No matter how dim her life was she'd always sparkle. Even if I didn't know what was happening.

Looking at the thing, it made me fucking angry. I threw it against the wall, hearing it clink and fall to the floor somewhere.

Making myself comfortable I finished off the bottle and felt my grasp loosen on it. My eyes became heavy and I pretended as if she was holding me, lulling me to sleep.

I popped my last fry into my mouth. "Thank you for going out and getting this. It was amazing"

"Of course! I'd do anything for you."

I gave her a weak smile. Even while eating I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. "Hey, are you ok? You can talk to me, you know?"

Maybe I should talk to Marie. She's my best friend. Plus it may help to get these feelings off my chest. I'm sure she'll know what to do.

"Ok- um, well. I've just been feeling guilty-"

"-What why?"

"When we were in the car. I made eye contact with him. He was so hurt Marie-"

"-so? He cheated on you. Cheated! Of course he's going to look at you with hurt. He's trying to manipulate you!"

Wow she sure is very opinionated on this subject. I guess I understand. She's feeling protective. She doesn't want her best friend who's pregnant to get hurt.

"I guess you could be right. But I've been thinking about it and I should at least tell him about the baby. He has a right to know. After all he is their father."

This time she let me finish speaking before offering up her advice. "I get where you're coming from. Truely. It's just... what if he tries to take custody? Think about it! He's rich, has a stable job. Can easily provide for the child. If there's even a small chance of him going that far. You're risking losing your child."

I sighed "no. You're right.... I think I'm just going to go to bed." All these different possible outcomes are making my head hurt.

"Alright babe. Let me know if you need anything." She gave me a swift kiss on the cheek as I stood and left her in the lounge with the movie we were supposed to watch.

I closed my door and shuffled under the covers on my bed. My heads all over the place. I'm not sure what is right and what is wrong. Marie had many good points but I still don't know whether I should listen. The girls convincing, I'll give her that. Maybe I should listen to her. She seems to know what she's talking about. It's not like I have anyone else to talk to, other than Ricky. It's moments like these when I wished I had a mother to talk to, she'd know what to say, how to make everything right again.

1 week later

I haven't been to work since she left. I can't even get myself to move. I've been sitting in the same spot. The only difference is I smell worse, I have pizza boxes all around me along with empty bottles of liquor.

I hear my door open and multiple voices speaking in hushed whispers. I'm too far gone to know or care who it is and what they're saying. It doesn't matter anyway, she's gone, the only woman who I've felt feelings I can't describe, although good feelings, is gone and never coming back.

That's what hurts the most. That I know she's never coming back. She could have left the country by now. Or found another man to hold her night when she has nightmares.

A feminine voice snaps me out of my thoughts. For a second I thought she'd come back. But I was instead faced with my mother who's holding her nose, disgusted and giving me a disapproving look.

Behind her stand Mason and Preston. Who look worried but also guilty. Those fuckers seriously bought my mom into this? Traitors.

She smacked the bottle of rum out of my hand. It landed with a crash to the floor. Shards of glass scattered all around the brown liquid. "What the fuck." I grumbled.

My mothers shrill voice did not help my consistent hangover "what the fuck?!?! Grayson Daniel Black! You get your ass up to your room and go take a fucking shower! You've been moping for long enough it's time to get your shit together!!"

I rubbed my hand down my face. "She left me mom."

I expected her to yell again but instead she leaned down in front of me, taking my hand "I know baby" her tones soothing.

"I also know that this whole marriage was a sham to save your company." That earned me a smack on the back of the head.

"Owww."

"Grayson. I don't appreciate you lying to me. I didn't raise you that way... but I understand that you're hurting so I'll let it slide. For now."

"Thanks ma."

She pulls me into her chest, holding me like the little boy I used to be. "I'm serious Grayson. You're slowly killing your self here. It's time to get back to the real world and if you really love her-"

"I don't love her."

She pulls back and looks deep into my eyes "honey, if you don't love her, why are you sitting here drunk at one in the afternoon?"

Do I love her? Holy shit.... I'm in love with my wife! The irony.

"Ah, there we go. You've finally realised how you truely feel. Took you long enough. Now go have a shower and we're going to get your girl back."

I smiled, for the first time since Olivia left. "Thanks mom." I kissed her cheek.

She grimaced making me laugh "ok go. You really stink."

I laughed again standing up. I looked to Preston and Mason who were picking up pizza boxes and liquor bottles "thanks guys."

They both threw me a smirk "yeah yeah go shower." Mason smirked.

I turned and began to head up the staircase. I heard Preston whisper to Mason "he's totally whipped."

Normally I'd say something. Maybe throw a pillow of a liquor bottle at him. But he's not wrong. I am whipped. I'm not afraid to say it either because I love Olivia. She's the one for me. The only one for me and I'm going to get her back no matter what it takes.