I wake up early morning and Chris was still fast asleep, the first thing I do is let Dodger outside. It was already hot at 6am and I decide to grab some water and sit outside with him for a while enjoying not only the view but the weather as well. We spent an hour outside playing before it got too hot for Dodger and we went inside, Chris had a couple of meetings today then was filming and I was going to get my hair and nails done.

Scott came to spend the day with me whilst Chris was away, we spoke about my decision to pass the batton and come back to the US with Chris but also about Scott's upcoming movie Barbie which I couldn't wait to see in the next few upcoming weeks. It was a long day at the salon and i'm so thankful Scott came with me because he kept me topped up with coffee and lunch from a local cafe - he's a godsend.

Around 4pm I'm finished and loving my new lighter blonde just in time for summer, I part ways with Scott and drive to the studio excited to show Chris my new look. The guard at the gate knows me by the amount of times i've came to visit Chris and waves as I drive into the parking lot. I grab my bag from the passenger seat and my starbucks as I climb out of my all black G-Wagon that Chris bought me as a wedding present, I lock the car and wander to Chris trailer where I hear him moaning from the outside - he's most likely stretching as this was an action movie he was filming.

Nothing in this whole world could of prepared me for what I was about to walk into. Chris was on top of his co-star on the couch with his trousers and boxers around his ankles balls deep in her. As soon as I step foot into the trailer he jumps off her embarrassed that they got caught then he turns around seeing me stood there and all the colour in his face drains and he's ghost white. She grabs a blanket pulling it over herself as I stand silently in shock at what i've just witnessed. I see Chris swallowing the lump in his throat and tears fill his eyes, I don't speak a word to either of them instead I leave the trailer and rush back to my car with hot tears streaming down my face. I can hear Chris shout on me as I rush away, I fumble in my bag looking for my car keys and my shaking hands aren't on my side as I drop my coffee spilling it over myself in the process. I find my keys at the bottom of the bag unlocking my car and jumping in, I start the engine and speed out of the parking lot not bothering to put on my seat belt until i'm a few blocks away. I lock the doors and pull into a parking spot on Rodeo Drive trying to calm down but the tears haven't stopped falling since I left the trailer.

I sit for around half an hour as panic sets in.
Why did he do this?
Where am I going to go?

I take a couple of deep breaths wiping my eyes after my panic attack passes. I drive to my cousins house pressing the intercom at the gate before he let's me inside, I spend a minute or so fixing my make up in hopes he won't sense that anything is wrong. I let myself in and my niece runs to me screaming my name, I pick her up spinning her around before planting her on my hip. "Hi Harry, sorry for turning up unexpectedly I was just missing this little one and thought i'd come spend a couple of days and let you and Meg do something together?". He looks shocked but agrees to letting me stay probably to have some alone time with his wife, they takes full advantage getting dressed up and heading out for the night.

Chris keeps calling and texting, I turn my phone off and turn all my attention to my niece. We spend the evening having a picky dinner and watching her favourite Disney movies - Encanto and Moana before I give her a bath and put her to bed with a bottle of milk. I do a five minute check in and she's fast asleep with the empty milk bottle beside her. I smile to myself and take the bottle washing it out in the kitchen. I lean against the counter top glancing around the home, family pictures hang off the wall, dishes in the sink, laundry piled high and toys scattered everywhere. This is the home I envisioned myself and Chris having in a couple of years with little pitter patter of feet.