The drinks gave me a smoother look but I confronted Ramsay like the beast he really is. „Your girlfriend already has a man in her life. I am not interested in kids.", I took another sip and continue: „Somehow I really feel flattered. You interpret mistakenly  my looks, boy. I appreciate her, as a friend. The thing we had is long ago. So if you would be so pleased, my wife is waiting for me."
It was three o'clock in the morning, when I left the flat more drunken than sober. He knows it. But why should he wants to destroy her life. This problem needed to be solved with a much clearer mind. Tomorrow.
My headache was so horrible. I just got two hours of sleep. Terrible tired, I went downstairs. Coffee was today the magical liquid that keeps me alive. The floorboards ratchet and a high pitched voice calls me: „Oh Sweetheart, why haven't you told me yet?" Lysa waggled a dark red letter in front of me. „What's that?" She pats my head: „An invitation to the great gala this weekend. Oh what should I wear?" Then she started to murmur: „Where is my light blue necklace....", and left the kitchen enthusiastically. I opened the letter myself and read the golden writing. This weekend the big boss plans to celebrate the new big projects in the giant hall with all coworkers and their families. I totally forgot it. Nevermind, events like this never had a big  importance to me, I was always mingling just because I could spy on the secrets of coworkers and need this in exchange for a favor. This time was different. Sansa would be there. And Ramsay. I exhaled. And then I realized, this was my opportunity! I gonna win Sansas heart, and compete Ramsay. Once and for all. Stress relieved I could now focus on work and figuring out, how to deal this tiny thing between Lysa and me, called marriage. I hesitated. Lysa was always respectful although she really idolized my as her husband. It's not fair to cheat on her first and then blame her. But as a friend always used to say:
The things I do for love.
In my bright office I finished finally my project. It was so awesome. As always. I worked longer than I had expected. Exhausted but satisfied I go home by car.
I parked my old van and opened the wooden door. „Hey Petyr." My wife stands in front of my, red eyes and heavy breathing. In her slender hands is a letter, unfinished with impressive lettering. And word by word she rises up her voice:
„Oh Petyr Baelish. When I first saw you I was so overwhelmed by your appearance. A handsome and clever gentlemen. But I was young and stupid. I thought you were at least my friend. You betrayed me, you blamed me and you bloody coward never cared about me and Robin at all. Some friends of mine always said: He just wants the money. But I didn't believed them. I trusted you, you bastard! You will never love me, just just need the cash and sometimes a good fuck when Sansa Stark isn't around!" Oh damn it. I totally forgot that letter downstairs. „I packed your stuff.", she pointed at the suitcases: „And now leave us."
For the following nights I booked a simple hotel close to my office. I feel the soft blanket and pillows in my back, while starring at the wall. I always knew that I needed to split up but that way. Lysa was so angry, mad and all other bad emotions together. She had said: "You are the most dishonest ... EGOIST around the world. You will never be able to have true feelings for someone else than yourself!" The Relation between us was never... ‚romantic' but the part with the true feelings... What if I betray Sansa in the future? Am I a bad choice as a husband because I lied to my wife for my own needs? I inhaled and my naked chest lifts. The dark blue decoration in this room reminded me of the time when Sansa and I made holidays at the sea, her parents weren't home because of a big conference far away in the North. The smell of seaweed and cold water whir around this setting.