Lucille collapsed on the floor of her living room soon after she shut the door to her apartment. Warm tears streamed down her face. She cried so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

She held it together for the entire day at work, pushing through for the sake of professionalism.

Oliver had a full schedule today and even though he didn't even know exactly what Anne Katherine had done, that didn't stop him from calling Lucille multiple times in between his meetings and appearances.

He even left her voicemails and text messages apologizing, though he hadn't really done anything wrong. He also left messages saying that they would get through whatever it was. Together.

The messages made Lucille feel warm and that simple fact made her feel even worse and more disgusted with herself.

She picked herself up and went to her bathroom.

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Lucille sunk deeper into the bathtub, even allowing her hair to get wet. The sound of music filled the otherwise silent bathroom.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would've followed you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I'm still learning to love

Just starting to crawl

She sat up in the bath tub. She brought her knees to her chest, resting her head on them.

After washing herself, she dressed in an oversized t-shirt for bed. She looked in the mirror not recognizing the person she saw. Her face was pale. Her lips were a lighter shade of pink than they normally were. She looked lifeless. She ran her fingers through her towel dried hair and walked away.

It was a little after 9 when she got into bed, fully prepared to go to sleep. The election was basically a done deal so she needed to stop creating work for herself to stress about.

She let her mind wander to things other than work, thinking about her father and her brother. That sounded so weird to her.

Have they known about me this whole time?, she wondered. This question had been plaguing her mind since she found out about them.

Lucille's cell phone vibrated loudly against the nightstand, the iPhone marimba blaring through the speaker of the phone.

Without a doubt she knew it was him. She picked up the phone from the dresser unsure if she should accept the call.

She was so close to letting it go to voicemail, she really was.

"Hello", she spoke softly.

"Lucille", the surprise in Oliver's voice was evident. "I'm so happy you answered. Are you okay? Please tell me you're alright."

"Oliver, I'm fine", she lied.

His sighing could be heard. "You're not being honest with me."

A weird silence fell between them. Lucille lied in bed comfortably listening to Oliver's soft breathing from the other side of the phone.

"I need to see you", he said in a tone barely above a whisper.

"Oliver--"

"I mean, can we FaceTime right now?", he asked sheepishly.

Lucille took the phone away from her ear pressing the FaceTime button. She turned on the lamp that sat on her nightstand. Seconds later Oliver's face appeared on the screen of her phone.

"Hi beautiful", he greeted, smiling softly at Lucille's relaxed demeanor.

A smile crept onto her lips. "I look terrible right now."

"Well to me you look stunning", he responded. "You always do."

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Look at us", Lucille mumbled. "Your wife ripped me to shreds today and at the end of the day you're still the only person who can lift my spirits."

"Do you want to talk about it?", Oliver asked.

"She didn't say anything to me that I didn't deserve", Lucille said plainly.

She could see Oliver's face scrunch up at that. "I know that's not true."

She shrugged.

"If you knew half of what I've had to put up with since marrying her you wouldn't feel bad for her right now."

"Your wife is not the one I feel bad for", she corrected.

She saw the confusion on Oliver's face.

"You're trapped in a loveless marriage, Oliver. The things you're going to be going through over the next 4 years will be difficult. You deserve someone by your side that loves you and cares about you. And it's just not fair", Lucille trailed off.

Oliver was shocked and that could be seen on his face. Lucille hardly ever opened up to him in that way.

"Can you meet me?", he asked. "Our spot.."

"Yes", Lucille answered without a second thought.

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Before Lucille could knock on the door of the hotel room at Sam Houston, the door opened. Oliver pulled her into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. He stroked her curly hair as her head rested on his chest.

Their hug ceased and Oliver shut the door behind them. He watched Lucille as she took off the jacket she wore. She let her body fall back onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He joined her, lying beside her.

Oliver propped himself up on his elbow and began stroking her hair again, letting his fingers massage her scalp a bit, knowing how much she liked the feeling.

Lucille's lips parted as if she was going to say something. She didn't at first but then..

"Oliver I love you", she whispered. "And it's scary because I don't think anything could change that."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I love you, baby girl."

Lucille smiled. "I like that."

They crawled under the covers together and cuddled up. Lucille fell asleep quickly but Oliver had too much on his mind.

How could he be governor of Texas, keep his wife from blowing up about his affair to the press, and protect Lucille? Whatever ended up happening, protecting Lucille was his top priority.

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Lucille's phone rang at around 7 AM. She removed Oliver's arm from around her and grabbed her phone from the night stand. She looked at the screen seeing it was Nanna.

"Hello?"

"Lucille you need to get here right now", Nanna uttered.

Lucille sat up in bed. "Nanna is everything okay?", panic could be heard in her voice.

"Just get here now", Nanna responded before the line went dead.

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