Authors Note: Hope you're loving the story so far! I love when authors include playlists for the chapter so from now on ill add mine :) 

Playlist for this chapter:

Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake

You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

When Doves Cry - Prince

If I Were A Boy - Beyonce

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My feet drag along the concrete and up the stairs to my apartment. My arm is tired from carrying my overnight bag and I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and have an afternoon nap.  

I have made the decision that once I speak to Harry I am going to discuss everything with Dan. Keeping secrets from him, no matter how tiny or insignificant they may seem, can only cause issues in our relationship and that's not how I want our marriage to start.  



I'm sure he is not going to be happy about whatever Harry has to say or the fact that no matter what it is I am going to continue being friends with him, but I'm hoping that if I'm open and honest he will have less to feel worried or threatened about. 

I walk through the front door and head straight for the bedroom to get rid of this heavy bag. 

As I swing the door open I feel the blood rush from my face and the painful kick of the air being knocked from my lungs. 

Dan is in our bed, his head thrown back onto the pillows, his eyes closed in pleasure as I watch the bare back of a petite blonde moving quickly up and down on top of him. 

The world slows down and I feel like I'm caught in an underwater bubble.  Sound is void, my muscles paralysed and only when their heads snap in my direction do I notice I've dropped my bag to the floor.

I watch in slow motion, unable to speak or move as my world comes crashing down around me.  The woman jumps off the bed and wraps the sheet, our sheet, around her naked body, looking terrified as she backs up as far away from me as the constraints of these four walls will allow her. 

Dans rolls off the other side of the bed, pulling on his boxers from the floor.  His face is panicked and I can see his lips moving but my mind won't allow me to hear what he is saying.  Only when I notice him walking towards me does my bubble burst, slamming me back down to earth so severely I almost loose my balance.  

Sound returns and I hear him screaming, begging, pleading to let him explain. 

He takes another step towards me and I instinctively take one back and run into the kitchen, barely making it in time to vomit into the sink. 

The emotions hit me like bolts of lightening.  Anger, agony, betrayal, grief.  All making their way through my body like electrical currents but passing through so quickly I'm unable to process any of them.

"Liv, honey, please, let me explain" I hear Dan's desperate voice from behind me. 

"Who is she!" I scream the loudest of the million thoughts in my mind first, spinning around to look at the man who suddenly looks like a stranger to me.

He's shirtless, the layer of sweat from his deceit still glistening on his skin.  

"I-I work with her," the coward whispers as he looks to the ground.

I feel like I'm going to be sick again.  The countless number of nights and weekends I've spent alone as he 'worked late' run through my mind like a freight train. How could he do this to me? To us? 

"How long?" My voice manages to choke out.

He takes in a deep breath and I hold mine. 

"About 6 months"

My knees buckle and I can't breathe, my mind replays everything it can find stored from the last six months, the conversations, the laughing,  the wedding plans, the sex.  My mind is swimming in memories but my body feels like it's drowning in betrayal.

"I'm so sorry, Liv." He starts to sob, breaking my rambling thoughts. 

Normally seeing him cry would break me, make me run to him, comfort him, do anything in my power to stop the pain.  But not today, not now.  His tears are fuelling the anger forward in my broken heart and out of my mouth.  

How dare he cry! I can't look at him, I can't stand the sight of him and if I don't get away from him in the next minute I don't know what I will resort to doing.  Images of me slapping him, kicking him in the balls, throwing a plate at his head all fly though my mind. 

"Get out!"  I yell as I point to the door, my finger shaking violently .

"No, please, I love you"  He begs, tears running down his face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I scream so loudly it echoes.  

He looks at me with red eyes full of his broken promises and he walks out the door.