I vigorously stir the pot on the stove, sweat dripping down the side of my face that I wipe away quickly with the sleeve of my hand.

The amount of food that I was making was surely more than enough to serve three people; myself, Enrique and lastly, Meghan.

After much convincing from Enrique, I agreed to have Meghan over for dinner. Well actually, I was the one who insisted that she came over— Enrique had only begged me to talk to her, not only so he could show he had nothing to hide, but also because she was guaranteed to get me a good settlement.

Enrique surely was surprised that I wanted her over rather than meeting her at her office. But I wanted to see her behaviour in Enrique's home— a fact I wouldn't admit to him, only settling on telling him that I believed what he said and that I was trusting him and her enough to let her come here.

I was in the room when Enrique made the call with her. He didn't tell her any of my foolish insecurities, didn't say that he wanted to 'prove' anything to me. They just exchanged a few pleasantries before he got to the point and said that he had someone who would like her help with a divorce case and asked if she could come over.

Obviously she agreed which led us to right now, me preparing food for the three of us.

I feel Enrique come to stand behind me where he takes the pot spoon from me, "I got it," He offers.

I don't give in, "It's okay, I'm soon finished anyway," I stir faster.

Enrique grips my wrist immediately to stop me, "Miah, hey, it's fine, go and relax,"

I lock my jaw and let go of the spoon to allow him to finish, but as he's cooking the food, I'm continuously over his shoulder checking what he's doing and adding commentary which— he doesn't admit but starts to annoy him.

He drops the knife that he's holding harshly and suddenly on the cutting board, "Okay, Demiah, what is going on with you? I'm perfectly aware on how to cook," He turns to face me.

"I never said you didn't," I could feel the involuntary scowl on my face.

Enrique realises a large sigh, his features softening when he sees the look on my face. His hands come up to my shoulders before sweeping themselves downward until he held both of my hands.

I look away from his face frustrated when he moves closer, the look on his face annoying me. Was that pity again?

"Don't look at me like that, I just want everything to go smoothly, that's it. I know how important she is to you," I say.

Before I could even finish my sentence, Enrique was already squeezing my hands tightly and shaking his head, "No, no, listen." His big, strong hands accompany my face, "You're important to me, alright? And don't you ever forget that,"

Despite trying to stop myself from doing so, I turn away from his vision when I feel a shy smile begin to form on my lips, not wanting him to see how much his statement meant to me.

I finally turn back to look at him, not being able to stop the smile that fully takes over my face, "I'm going to change," And with that, I turn to leave, only pausing momentarily to reach up to place a kiss on his cheek before I go.

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When I hear the doorbell ring, it's like my heart drops to the base of my chest. I subconsciously begin to rub the area, watching as Enrique gets up without a care in the world to answer the door.

As if without realising it, he reaches out for my hand only to realise that I wasn't there, still sitting in fact.

I force a smile and get up to stand by his side, immediately grabbing onto his hand which he smiles brightly at. He offers me a tight squeeze in the process.

Like if he literally doesn't understand how nervous I am, when we reach the door, without waiting for me to mentally prepare myself, he immediately swings it open.

On the other side of the door is a tall and slender lady. Standing at what only seemed to be one or two inches above me if she weren't wearing heels, the woman is wearing a pencil skirt a couple inches above her knees with material that hugs her figure quite well. Matching the grey skirt, she wears a pair of grey, shiny stilettos  that are about five inches tall which only adds to her giant figure and accentuates the length of her smooth and porcelain legs. With a necklace that dips between her well-covered breast that were loosely covered with a long-sleeved button-up polka dot, black and white blouse, she looks like a woman that meant business. One who knew how good.

As if the outfit and body wasn't enough to know how beautiful she was, her face was structured and fit, showcasing a perfectly angled nose, round chin, siren eyes, even eyebrows and richly covered red lips. Not to mention to sleek and shiny look of her long, black hair.

When her lips stretch into a more than familiar smile when she sees Enrique, I feel my heart rate accelerate once again. However, when she sends the same smile towards me, her eyes sticking to my features, I felt as if I was able to relax just a bit.

"Meghan," Enrique starts. "Looking beautiful as always," He converses, his eyes showing mirth as he smiles at her. What should make me uncomfortable instead relaxes me some more when I stare up at him. I could tell that he wasn't walking on eggshells around the situation. He wasn't doing or saying anything different than if I wasn't here, and although I didn't put much thought into it, I really appreciated it.

His eyes didn't stay on her, however, him not giving her time to respond before he turns to face me, his eyes softening almost immediately with such care and dare I say love, that it nearly has my feet buckling beneath me.

With a voice fit to match his expression, Enrique softly says, his eyes not leaving mine, "This is the one I was telling you about. Demiah," I feel his thumb graze over the back on my hand in what I think is an absentmindedly response. When he introduces me to her, I turn away from his gaze to send a comfortable smile as he continues, "And Demiah, meet Meghan, best damned criminal lawyer in this state."

After watching exchange with knowing eyes and a matching bright smile, "she sends a charming smile, "Just state? Come on, you can do better than that," She muses. When she opens her mouth, I'm hit with a thick and strong English accent reaching my ears that it almost makes me faint. Staring at it, it seems to instant fit her character. Her eyes return to mine, "And it's wonderful to meet you, Demiah, you have no idea how much I've heard about you," She reaches out a well-manicured hand with naturally glossed nails. 

I return the handshake, my fingers wrapping around her soft palms, the nude colour of my acrylics popping against the contrast of her alabaster skin, "Not too much I hope," I join the conversation. "Please, come in, come in," I say instantly when I realise that she was on the other side of the door for far too long.

After voicing her thanks of appreciation, she steps inside, Enrique closing the door behind her.

I'm the first to speak once we're inside, "I wanted to thank you for taking my cases, Enrique already mentioned that you don't usually take divorce cases," I say.

Enrique leads us to the front room where we all take a seat, Enrique next to me and Meghan sitting in front of us. She proceeds to take the bag that she hand on her shoulder off, unzipping it to pull out some papers, "It's absolutely no problem at all. Shall we get started? I like to lay everything out first."

I quickly nod in response, eager to have everyting laid out as well, "Now— how lo—" Meghan begins as she looks down at the papers that were in her hand. She however, suddenly pauses her sentence to stare at Enrique.

I pause to look at him as well, Enrique's back straightening when he sees all the attention now on him. As if reading the room, he suddenly says, "Oh! I'll be in the garage," He kisses my cheek and makes a move to get up but I grab ahold of his hand tightly.

"I—" I clear my throat. "I don't mind him hearing. In fact, I'd much prefer it."

Meghan smiles, almost tender-heartedly before placing back on her face a serious and more preofessional expression, "You might not mind, but my questions may make Enrique feel a bit uncomfortable."

I scrunch up my eyebrows. I knew that she'd have to ask intimate questions about Titus and I's relationship, but I didn't mind. I could understand that her thinking that me having to talk about some happy moments about our relationship would annoy Enrique, but little did she know, they weren't any.

"If Demiah's alright with it, I don't mind staying," He finally says.

Meghan pauses once again, pushing that beautiful hair from her face, her accent loud and sharp on her next sentence, "Well, alright then. Let's get started," With a shoulder shrug, she began.

The questions, at least to me, were pretty straight foward at first. She asked how long we were married, how many children, Titus' average income per year, if we had any shared bank accounts, and so on.

When I informed her that I had two miscarriages, my eyes intentionally not meeting Enrique's eyes when I see his face snap to me, Meghan eagerly begins to write down on her sheets of paper.

Her next question though, had me hesitating, "How many times per year would you say you guys were sexually intimate?" I begin to grind my teeth, not seeing the relevance of the question. Meghan sees this. "You need to trust me her, Demiah, I promise it's relevant."

Once again ignoring Enrique's eyes, "I-I don't know, maybe three to four times," I murmur.

She nods understandably, "A week or month?"

A pregnant pause, "A year,"

Meghan's eyes snap up to meet mine instamtly, the movement of her pen stopping and her eyes inadvertingly going to Enrique's face.

The silence beins to become too much for me, "Next question, please." Voice crack.

I now understood why it was hest that Enrique left the room. It was uncomfortable.

Seeming to recover quickly, she flips her papers shut, "That's be all," She places them in her bag. "I must say, the odds are looking in your favour, Demiah. You caught him committing adultery for one, and two, his fame puts his life very out in the open for me to investigate," She starts. "One important thing I shpuld mention to the two of you is that this," She gestures to our closeness. "It's gonna have to be put om hold. At least in public until the divorce is final. It could put everything in jeoparady, yes?"

I nod in understanding, "I just wsnt whatever it takes for it to be over as soon as possible.

She nods sincerely, "Of course, I understand,"

Noticing the silence next to me, I turn to finally look at Enrique, except he's not looking at me, nor Meghan.

He's looking away deep in thought.

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Will be edited tomorrow.