For your honeymoon, Martha and Pedro had booked a secluded house for the two of you for a week. The week was mostly spent just enjoying time with each other. You two didn't have sex but soft kisses now and then were enough for now. You and Marc learned more about each other and you actually felt like you were starting to genuinely know the Spaniard.

Alas, the honeymoon never lasts. Before you knew it, you were catching a flight back to Barcelona. Paparazzi was lining the streets to catch a glimpse of you and Marc but you took the back way out of the airport and were home free. Marc drove home and you entered your home together. Marc was soon swamped with international duty and you were swamped with your new up and coming album you were working on.

You and Marc hadn't been able to have a proper conversation for a while and you felt as if you two were starting to drift apart again, which worried you. You genuinely loved your husband, even though neither of you had admitted it to the other. Marc was away for a lot of the time with the Spanish national team and you were constantly at the studio.

Your house was virtually catching dust in the time the two of you were out. You and Marc were finally able to be home at the same time for a bit of time. For a week in July, the two of you were able to scrap together some alone time. You two mostly spent it sleeping, however, both so busy you were worked to being tired all day.

Then you started to feel weird. Marc didn't seem to be into the relationship as much as he was before you had both gotten busy again. You originally brushed it off as him being tired and exhausted with working with the national team for as long as he did but he seemed standoffish again, which greatly worried you. "You're just overreacting," you told yourself one night as you laid in bed by yourself. Marc was in the shower after going out with a few of the other Spanish national team players after a game. You weren't able to go because you had a meeting with Martha.

Marc phone laid on the bedside table next to the bed. It flashed on, signaling he had gotten a text from someone. You willed yourself to not look, to not be an insecure wife who didn't trust her husband. Your mind flashed back to the time when you caught Marc with another girl. Making your decision, you picked up the phone. Reading the text broke your heart.

Had a lot of fun tonight ;). Hope to see you around later. Don't forget our date Friday.

He was cheating on you, this was all the proof you needed. You heard the water turn off in the bathroom and quickly placed the phone back on the bedside table. Marc appeared a few seconds later and you pretended to already be asleep, not wanting to face him right now. He was cheating on you. There was no more doubt there, no more thought that Marc was totally yours and only yours.

Friday had rolled around and Marc got ready to go out in the morning. "Where are you going?" you asked him.

"Oh, a few of us are just getting together for lunch and such. I'll be back before dinner," he said, kissing your head before leaving. You watched him leave with despair. Looking at your own phone you selected a contact and hit the call button.

"Hello?" Sergi asked, picking up the phone call.

"Hey Sergi this is (Y/N). Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?" Sergi replied.

"Are a bunch of you guys getting together for lunch today?" you questioned, biting your lip in anticipation.

"As far as I know, we aren't."

"Oh okay. Thanks Sergi, bye." You hung up the phone and sat on the couch, head in your hands. You reminded yourself that this was originally supposed to be a fake relationship but you felt like it went past that at this point. You had actually fallen for Marc but he had just repeatedly crushed it over and over and over again. Anger surged through you. "Who the hell does he think he is?" you growled. Standing up straight, you walked upstairs to your shared room.

Anger overloading your senses, all thoughts of personal privacy vanished as you looked through Marc's stuff. What you found broke your heart. A few hidden condoms and notes intensified your anger. You heard the door open downstairs. "(Y/N), I'm home," Marc shouted. You locked up your anger and descended the stairs with poise.

"How was lunch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at the defender.

"Good," Marc replied.

"Hmm, that's interesting because according to Sergi there was no lunch," you stated, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What are you talking about?" Marc questioned, narrowing his eyes as well.

"Just own up to it Bartra."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Marc responded.

"You don't know that you've been fricking cheating on me! I saw the text, I saw the notes you hid upstairs. Just admit your cheating on me!"

"You went through my stuff? Are you crazy? Who the hell do you think you are?" Marc growled.

"I thought I was your wife but I guess I'm just your little whore you can show off," you spat.

"This is a fake relationship, remember?"

"Well, how do you think Pedro and Martha would react to you putting our relationship at risk like that? What if someone saw you? The press would have printed the articles and pictures before you even got home!" you shouted.

"I planned it all out! Our secret is safe!" Marc shouted back.

"I don't care about that anymore. All that time we spent together, all that time I thought I actually knew you, it was just all a lie. You lied to me!"

"We lied to each other! We lied to the public! We lied to everyone for god's sakes!"

"Well maybe I don't want to live a lie anymore!" you screamed.

"Fine!" Marc shouted before storming upstairs and slamming the door. You watching him go before walking into the bathroom on the first floor. Staring at yourself in the mirror you willed yourself to hold yourself together. However, just like your relationship, everything came crumbling down. Tears flowed free.

"Don't cry (Y/N), he's not worth it," you told yourself before straitening up. You picked up your phone and dialed Martha's number. "We have a problem," you stated.