Staring at myself in the mirror, I felt disgusted. Yet again, I failed Yasmin. No matter how hard I try not to hurt her, I still find a way to fuck up. If I tell her she'll never want to see me again and I can't go through that again.

If Sarah really does end up pregnant, I can't just leave her alone with a kid... With my kid. If I keep it a secret and Sarah has the baby, how do I explain that to Yasmin when I promised her I wouldn't have sex with Sarah?

Clenching my jaw, I stepped away from the mirror and got ready for work. Once I was dressed in a button up and slacks, I left without breakfast and headed straight to work.

I still didn't have my thoughts together when I stepped into the office, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing anymore.

Yasmin was already working when I walked in, a dazzling smile graced her face when she looked at me. I could barely stomach to look her in the eyes after what I'd done.

"Good morning!" She got up and wrapped her arms around my neck, I dropped my things on my desk and wrapped my arms around her waist. I held her longer than I normally did, pushing my face into her hair which was down to her shoulders. She pulled back slightly to look at me, "what's wrong?"

I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them, "nothing I'm just- just tired." She stared at me for a little while longer before simply nodding.

"Well, whenever you're ready to tell me what's bothering you, I'll be here." She kissed my cheek and went to sit down at her desk.

I stood there silently for a minute, simply thinking on her words. I wanted to tell her, I really did, but not if it meant losing her. Not again.

I sighed and sat at my desk, going through the things I had to do today. As much as I tried to concentrate, the words weren't processing through my mind. I looked up to find Yasmin sipping her coffee while reading through a paper.

Fuck, should I tell her? Could I even promise not her hurt her again after this?

"Logan, if you don't say what you have to say and quit staring at me like a puppy, I will throw this coffee at you." She didn't look up as she spoke, acting as if she was talking about the weather.

"I'm afraid you'll throw it at me either way." What I said made her look up, but I was being serious.

"Logan just tell me." She got up from her seat and walked over to me. She propped herself up onto my desk and looked down at me.

"I broke a promise... that I made to you." She said nothing, staring at me silently.

"I-I had sex with Sarah. And I know I said I never would but she wants a baby and-and how could I say no? We lost two babies, one through miscarriage and the other died right after birth. All she wants is a baby and I couldn't say no, but Yasmin, you have to believe me. It was never my intention to hurt you, I love you." She didn't have an ounce of emotion on her face.

Once she realized I was done talking she blinked a few times. Then she slapped the shit out of me.

"Fuck!" I gripped my face and steadied my chair that nearly fell over. She got up and started pacing the floor.

"Logan, I suggest you get the fuck out before I hit you again because I'm this fucking close to choking you!" She was clenching and unclenching her fists, shaking slightly.

Keeping a safe distance from her, o stood up and ignored my stinging cheek, "I don't care. I deserve it, hit me." She stopped pacing and took a step toward me, raising her hand, I immediately closed my eyes preparing for the pain.

I opened them to find her hand dropping to her side, her lip trembling. "Why do you so this to me?"

Feeling my heart break, I tried to grab her hand. She pushed me away, but I kept moving toward her. "No! No! Get away from me, what did I ever do to you?! I keep falling for the same stupid shit, every fucking time! And yet again, here we are!" Tears were spilling over her cheeks as she screamed at me, pain etched on her features.

"Yasmin, j—"

She pulled away to throw a book at me, I quickly dodged it. As soon as I did, she started throwing anything she could touch, which included her coffee. Her coffee hit my shirt and I hissed at the pain, "Fuck, Yasmin stop throwing shit! Let me explain!"

"Don't explain shit to me, fuck you!" She threw a book which managed to hit my forehead. "I hope that hurt, you asshole!"

It really did, but I said nothing. Ignoring the pens and notepads she continued to throw as I got closer to her. She ran out of things and looked at her chair. I was four feet away from her by now. "You better not, Yasmin."

A knock on the door sounded, stopping us both. Rachel, the new receptionist peeked her head in. A nervous smile on her lips, "uh, sorry to disturb... is everything alright?"

"Get out," Yasmin and I said in unison. Biting her lip and nodding, she closed the door.

We resumed where were at.

She lifted the chair over her head, but I ran towards her before she could beat me with it. I grabbed the chair and moved it out of the way before grabbing her by her waist.

I pushed her onto the couch and straddled her, holding her arms above head. She was throwing a fit, kicking wildly and trying to get out of my hold. "Stop. Yasmin, for fuck's sake." Her movement slowed down before she stopped, her hair wild, she closed her eyes and began sobbing. I let her arms go and pulled her into my lap, holding her close.

"Yasmin, I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I'm so sorry—"

"You know what you can do? Leave her." She looked up at me, her nose and eyes red from crying. I stared at her, trying to process what she was saying to me.

"I c—"

"Then we're over."

She got up but I pulled her back down. "Stop, wait, just let me think."

"What is there to think about? I'm done with the games. If you want me then you'll divorce her. You wanted to know what it would take, there you go. You have one week."

"Yasmin, you know I can't jus—"

"Then we're over." She squinted her eyes at me, her lip curling slightly.

"I don't care what you have to do, if you and her aren't separated by the end of next week, I swear to God I'll never be in your presence again." She got up and left the room.

I sat back and sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Fuck.