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"There are a million reasons why I should give you up, but the heart wants what it wants."

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Connor took a single step back, "A divorce? But-" He glanced away for a moment. The pink neon sign from outside of the club illuminated his features, making the water rising in his eyes visible to me, "Baby please, I don't want a divorce. I love you." His voice cracked as he shifted his gaze back to me.

I scoffed as a single tear rolled down my cheek, "You say you love me, yet you slept with someone else in the bed and house that we bought together." I feel like that's what makes it worse. If he would have kept it at whatever club or bar he picked her up from, then it probably would hurt just a little less. But no, he took her to our home because he had every intention of hurting me — and he succeeded.

"It was a mistake (y/n), it didn't mean anything to me. But you, you mean everything to me and I'm so sorry. I let my anger get the best of me and I will spend the rest of our lives making up that regret to you," He bit his bottom lip so hard I thought he was going to draw blood. He was trying to keep himself together in front of all these people. Him breaking down would ruin the illusion of this being a professional conversation.

I will admit that forgiving him was tempting, and that's because I knew it would be the easy thing to do. I wouldn't have to get a divorce, life would be how it was before with no drastic changes, and it would also make my decision on what to do with my feelings for Anakin a million times easier.

I wonder if this is what all those victims of infidelity feel, the struggle to choose between what is comfortable and the unknown. If so, then I understand more now why people stay. Change is frightening.

But still, something inside of me couldn't agree with that choice and it wasn't just because I felt it would be a betrayal to myself to take him back. But also because the second any thought of arresting Anakin came to mind, I would be involuntarily reminded of his smile, his laugh, and the sweet taste of his kiss.

Fuck I hate that I miss him right now. I shouldn't be feeling any of this — especially not with my husband standing in front of me. But it's true what they say, the heart wants what it wants, and it leaves no room up for debate.

Connor stopped biting down and opened his mouth like he was going to speak again, but he paused when his eyes momentarily drifted downwards. Then he looked at me with a stare filled with so much anger I felt a small ping of fear spark in my chest, and that's because I knew exactly what he saw — something I forgot was there until now.

"You're really going to try and make me feel guilty, when you're standing there with a fucking hickey on your neck," He snapped through clenched teeth, his red eyes glossing with rage, "Who did that to you?" He gestured to it.

I took a step back towards the club — this conversation wasn't happening, "Go home Connor." I said calmly, trying to keep myself together.

He clenched his fists like a pouting child, "Not until you tell me who you cheated on me with."

The audacity of this bitch.

"I didn't cheat," I snapped harshly before looking around to make sure no one was paying too much attention to us, "This," I pointed at my neck, "Didn't happen until after you cheated on me. We were already done."

(TW: Derogatory remark)
He scoffed in disgust as he eyed me up and down, "So the first thing you do is whore around?"

My eyes widened, "What the fuck did you just-" I took a deep breath to compose myself, I can't blow up here like I want to. But I swear when I do end up being alone with him, which I know will happen since I'll be moving him out of my house eventually — I chose it and did the decorating so I'm the one who's keeping it — I am going to scream everything I've been wanting to say to him for years, "Just like this marriage, this conversation is over." I spun around to walk away before I shoved him into the street of oncoming cars.

"I'll send you the papers." He snapped back.

I paused in my steps and turned my head to look at him. I could tell he was doing his best to act tough in this situation so he could hold onto his ego and pride. But he's not that good of an actor, I can see right through his tear-filled eyes, "Don't bother, I'll send them to you once I'm done with this job." I turned back around and walked inside with another deep breath to keep myself from crying.

"Everything okay?" One of the bouncers who's name I haven't learned yet asked when I attempted to pass him.

I put on my best smile and nodded, "Yes thank you I'm fine, just thinking about that day always drops my mood, but I'll be okay."

He nodded in understanding, he was one of the guys working that day so he knows what I'm referring to, "Plus cops can be annoying as fuck too, I'm sorry you have to keep talking to them," He rolled his eyes.

Should I be offended?

I was a little, but I also get that cops don't have the greatest reputation in this city. I like to consider myself one of the ones who try to do things as by the book as possible. Which sounds very hypocritical right now given my predicament with my assignment, but what I'm doing isn't that bad compared to things that others are guilty of.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," I agreed with an eye roll of my own.

I walked inside and was immediately hit with the loud vibrations of the music, as well as the flickering neon lights that blinded me. I was used to it before, but after being outside, it was a little overwhelming and took me a few minutes to adjust to it.

I approached the bar where both Ahsoka and Nevaeh were working — so it seems she was able to get her off her ass.

Ahsoka glanced in my direction when she noticed me coming and knitted her brows, "Are you okay? You look upset."

There are times I hide my emotions well, and times I just can't, "I'm fine, I hate talking about what I saw in the alley," I lied with a small sigh and her nod of understanding showed she believed me, "I'll be back in a minute, I'm going to use the restroom." I said, and walked away before she could ask me anything further.

I noticed Nevaeh side-eyeing me when I approached and when I walked away, but I ignored it. If she wants to act like we're in high school fighting over the same boy then that's fine, as long as she's aware she lost before it began.

I walked into the employee bathroom and closed the door behind me before locking it. I took deep breath and approached the mirror. I didn't need to use the restroom, I just wanted to be alone. Seeing Connor and having that conversation was difficult for me, and I could feel the knot in my chest tightening as each second goes by.

I stared at myself in the mirror for I don't know how long and occasionally glanced at the hickey on my neck while I thought everything that has happened this weekend.

Then, without being able to stop myself — I broke down and sobbed.

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"It wasn't too bad was it?" Ahsoka asked as she placed cups inside of a gray bin to take to the kitchen for washing.

Still not in the best mood, I nodded and kept my eyes on the floor while I swept, "No, it was easier than I thought." I responded in a tone that made her believe everything was okay. I also hadn't seen Anakin or Piett still, meaning yes, this entire night they've been gone on a supply run — supposedly.

"Definitely, I prefer working Sundays over any other day," She responded enthusiastically and I heard the sound of glasses clanking together, "I'll be back in a minute to help you with the floor." She said and I glanced up to see her holding the large container with shaky arms.

I raised a brow, she was too small to be holding that large bin by herself, "Do you need help-"

"No I got it," She smiled wide and walked towards the back before I could persist further.

I stood there for a moment, listening, waiting for her to drop it so I could go back there and help her clean the mess. But after a few seconds of silence, I knew she made it back there fine and I went back to sweeping the floor.

I sighed quietly, and kept myself from crying. I was able to save my makeup the first time, but I doubt I can look presentable after a second break down.

Just when I was about to put the broom away and bring out the mop, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and a soft peck on the side of my neck. I would know this smell and touch anymore, it was too distinctive to forget, "Miss me?" Anakin whispered and grazed his lips against my ear.

I shivered as my heart skipped a beat, "Yes," I leaned into his hold while dropping the broom and he tightened his arms around me. I don't know how, but he easily just took away every horrible thought and feeling I had today with this simple gesture.

He kissed my neck one more time before loosening his hold to spin me around so
I could face him. The moment our eyes locked, I wanted to melt into his arms, his beauty and crystal-blue eyes were heart stopping. Even when I just looked at him as an assignment, I always considered him far above attractive.

"I missed you too," He smiled wide.

"Where were you all night?" I asked while he caressed my cheek and brushed my hair behind my ear.

His smile slightly dropped, but I can tell he was trying to hide it, "Piett and I had a meeting with the owner, it went longer than expected," He sighed and dropped his hand down, "How was it though?" He asked,but I didn't give him a response right away, and that's because my attention was on something else.

His knuckles on his dominant hand. They were red and an almost violent color, I also noticed dried blood too, but only a small amount.

Anakin Skywalker, what were you doing...

I glanced up to his eyes, "Oh, Ahsoka said you were going for a supply run." If they're going to lie, they should at least get their lies in order.

"Uh yeah," He nodded before looking down at the floor, "That too." He added after clearing his throat. He then grabbed me by my hips and pulled me towards the dance floor, "So, did you save me a dance?"

It was obvious he was trying to sway the conversation so I wouldn't question him anymore, and I allowed it. I knew I wasn't going to get any answers today, "I don't like to dance." I told him. The only reason I danced yesterday was because I was drunk.

"Aw, come on beautiful," He spun me around in a circle like we were in a ballroom, and I giggled when he caught me and pulled me close to his body, "Dance with me, please," He mumbled against my ear and once again, I shivered.

I smiled as my heart raced and I leaned into his shoulder — the way he made me feel made it impossible to say no, "We don't have any music." I contradicted my words by swaying along with him.

He held me tighter, "Who says we need it?"

I sighed with content. I have never felt more at peace than I do right now. Connor was away from my mind and the job was away from my mind, all I cared about right now was him and now.

"They're so cute." I heard a very loud whisper, "Why can't you say romantic things like that-"

"Go away snips, you too Piett." Anakin mumbled without letting up his hold, my smile widened.

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"Thank you," I leaned across the center divider of Anakin's car and kissed his cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He sighed and gently grabbed my arm to pull me closer when I tried to back away, "Are you sure you can't come back to my house for one more night?" He spoke softly while placing a kiss on the back of my hand.

It was hard to tell him no when he asked me to stay at his house again, but I needed to go back to the apartment. Obi-Wan has been calling me all weekend asking for updates and I have yet to answer him. So I need to do it soon before he gets annoyed with me and shows up here.

I shook my head, "I have a lot of homework to do, and I'll be too distracted with you all night and morning to do any of it if I stay."

He looked disappointed, but he respected my wishes and nodded, "I understand."

I brought a hand up and ran it through his soft hair, "Don't be upset, just because today it's a no doesn't mean it will be a no everyday."

That's something my dad used to always tell me. And just as it used to do for me, it put a smile on his face, "I'm definitely going to be holding you to that." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips, which I happily returned.

I didn't want to be away from him either; oddly, he was the only thing holding me together right now. But I couldn't risk calling Obi-Wan while at his house, especially since I know I won't be having my own room like before.

We said one more goodbye before I got out of the car, and I watched as he drove away once I was safely inside the locked building. I took the stairs to my apartment and when I entered it, I threw everything onto the table and sighed as I sat on the couch. I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically.

Deciding to get this out of the way, I pulled out my phone and placed the call to Obi-Wan. He answered after the third ring, "Finally you call me back." He said with a low chuckle.

"Sorry, I had a really busy weekend, but I'm ready to brief you on everything if you're-"

"Unfortunately, I'm going to have to call you back," He cut me off, "There was a situation tonight, down here in the heart of LA and these damn news reporters don't understand what a closed crime scene means. But I'll give you a call first thing in the morning-" He paused and I heard incoherent mumbling before he breathed a sigh, "Sorry darling, gotta go." Then, he hung up before I could ask him anything else.

My curiosity got to me and I grabbed the remote to turn the TV on after tossing the phone on the cushion next to me. I shifted through the news channels and stopped when I read something that sounded familiar.

I turned the volume up and leaned on the edge of my couch as I listened, "So far the police have no suspects for the events that took place at the global bank on Sweetie street tonight. But a source has confirmed that the vault had been completely emptied, and only one security guard was injured."

I dropped the remote when my eyes went wide, "Holy shit."

I think I figured it out.

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