Pierce woke up with blurry vision and horrible headache. His arm was wrapped around someone but he thought it was Meryl. Suddenly it hit him.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!! Pierce you idiot. Oh my god what the fuck have you done." He mumbled.

"Good morning sleepy head." The blonde said.

"Woahhhh I need you to leave."

"Why you didn't like last night?" She asked

"Nope not one bit and I'm fucking married. You weren't even good." He said which he got a slap for that but he didn't care.

"Yeah whatever I'm leaving. Asshole." She replied. She put on her clothes and left his hotel room. Pierce sighed. He fucked up his whole marriage because he was drunk. Out of all things. He was drunk.

"Yeah what the fuck are you going to do know Brosnan." Pierce has never been so mad with himself. He would never ever cheat on Meryl. Yes there was lots of pretty young girls but he only had eyes for Meryl. His love. His life. He looked up over at his phone to see hundreds of messages from all his guy friends. He opened on of them to see the New York Times head news.

"𝑃𝐼𝐸𝑅𝐶𝐸 𝐵𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑁𝐴𝑁 𝐾𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑆 𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐺 𝑀𝑂𝐷𝐸𝐿. 𝑅𝑈𝐼𝑁𝑆 20 𝑌𝑅 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑅𝐼𝐴𝐺𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑀𝐸𝑅𝑌𝐿 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝐸𝑃?" it read.

"Are you fucking kidding me? THEY FOLLOWED US ALL THE WAY TO MY HOTEL?" He yelled. He got up to look outside the windows. To only see paparazzi every where you look. "Oh my lord."

Meryl awoke to a loud bang on the front door of her mansion. "What the hell could that be." She walked down stairs to see hundreds of paparazzi on her property. The front doors glass is tinted so she can them but they can't see her. "The hell." Meryl ran back up stairs to call for security but found her phone blown up with texts and missed calls. She opened a voicemail from her friend Cher.

"Hey Meryl it's me. I'm sure you've heard anything about what happened. I'm so sorry honey I hope you are ok." Cher said.

"Ok what the fuck is going on." She quickly searched her name in google search. She pressed search and couldn't believe what she saw.

After Pierce looked at all his texts from everyone. One caught his eye. It was from Mamie. "Yeah good fucking going Dad. Don't expect me to ever forgive you for what you did to Mom. Worst dad ever." He read. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Worst Dad ever. Pierce you fucking idiot." He thought to himself. He quickly called Mamie but it quickly went to voicemail. Fuck. He had to call Meryl.

Meryl was in tears she couldn't believe what she just read. She was shattered. Pierce would never do that. Someone started calling her. She looked over and she read "My James Bond ❤️". Yeah not anymore.

"C'mon baby pick up pick up." He said pacing the hotel room floor with tears in his eyes. "DAMN IT." He threw his phone across the room since she didn't answer. That only meant one thing. He had to go and talk to her to sort things out.

Pierce arrived at their house with hundreds of paparazzi swarming the property. People started to see Pierce's car and ran over to him as he was trying to get into the garage. As he got in and pressed the bottom at the top of the car to close the garage door.

"Alright Pierce don't fuck this up. Oh shit you already have. Anyways just talk to her." He said to himself. He walked into their mansion from the side.

"Baby?" Pierce yelled up the stairs. He heard no answer. Dashing up the stairs as he ran to their room. He busted open their master bedroom. There lied his home, his heart, his love. Completely heartbroken.

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Little short chapter! Sorry everyone! I clearly can't make any promises with these chapters lol. Left you guys on a cliffhanger. Again 😉