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You sat on the floor of your bedroom, tear stained cheeks again. They say the first year of marriage was the hardest, but things didn’t go downhill till year two. You’d stood by Timothee’s side through the lost roles and the rumors and paparazzi. When he really started picking up traction with his career you were the dutiful wife that held things together for him and kept him grounded.
Two and a half years later and it's like he forgot he is married. The arguments about stupid things were happening so often it’s like you couldn’t stand to be near one another.
“Open the fucking door!” Timothee banged on the opposite end.
“Sleep on the couch!” You snapped back through the door. “Or better yet, call Lily!”
“It’s not what it looked like! Please let me in!” The door swung open, and Timothee nearly fell in. “Geez!”
“How is it not how it looks?! You were so close you can’t even tell if you were kissing or not!”
“I wasn’t! I swear!”
“Tim, this isn’t the first time! Just admit it!”
“Admit what?!” He gestured with his hands. “I didn’t-”
“Shut up!” You stopped him from speaking. “I cannot hear another lie from you! I cannot take it at this point!”
“Fine!” He walked out and slammed the door.
A few hours later Timothee pushed the door open of the bedroom. He’d been gone for a while now and as soon as he sat next to where you lay on the bed you smelled the alcohol.
“I’m sorry.” Timothee spoke, you’re back facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Baby,” He placed a hand on your arm. You turned sitting up, facing him. “I need to tell you something.” You looked at him waiting for him to continue. “You were right. About me messing around.”
“Are you serious?” You asked in shock. He nodded. “When? With whom?”
“It was a few times, with random girls at bars. But-”
“No!” You back away from him. “You’re not gonna drop that on me then follow it up with but.”
“Just, let me explain.”
“Explain?! How can you explain cheating, Timothee?!”
“I- I didn’t cheat. It was just kissing.”
“That’s still cheating! When you have to hide it from your wife, it IS CHEATING!” You walked out of the room slamming the door.
Timothee tried for hours to get you to talk to him and you never did. You sat in silence. When he woke up the next morning you were gone. You didn’t come back till the next morning.
“Baby!” He ran pulling you into a hug the minute you walked through the door. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I hurt you! Please let me fix this! I was wrong and stupid and selfish.”
“Do you know how long I waited to hear you say that?” You said as you pulled away from his embrace. “To hear you admit you were messing up so we can fix it.”
“I- I can’t even imagine what I’ve put you through. We can go to marriage counseling like you wanted.” He offered almost pleading.
You shook your head. “Right now,” Your voice was surprisingly calm. “I- I need time by myself.”
“What?” His face sank as far as his heart dropped.
“Just a few days to- to wrap my head around things.”
“Oh- okay.” He agreed reluctantly. “Where will you be?”
“I’ll be at a hotel. I need to be alone.”
You packed a bag, and you were gone.
Four days Timothee checked his phone religiously for a call, a text, something from you. But it never came. He sent you long texts apologizing and begging for forgiveness. All of which went unanswered, simply left on read.
Timothee walked back into the shared apartment one afternoon and saw you sitting on the couch. His heart jumped in his chest. He ran and knelt in front of you.
“Y/N, I am so sorry. I’ve missed you so much.” He reached for your hands and realized you were holding something. “What’s this?”
“These,” You held out the yellow envelope. “Are yours.”
Timothee leaned back on his heel, taking the envelope. He opened the top and pulled out what was inside. “No.” His voice cracked as he read the divorce papers. “No, please.”
“Timothee, I can do this anymore.” You took his hands. “And neither can you.”
He shook his head. “No, I won’t agree to it!” He stood. “I get I fucked up but you have to give me a chance to fix it! It was a mistake!”
You stood walking over to him. “It was a mistake you shouldn’t have made in the first place. And the fact that you were able to, says all I need to know.”
Timothee stood there as tears started to fall.