P R E S E N T

Aurelia spends the next morning trying to find the correct ingredients for scrambled eggs. She inspects the list she made after getting out the milk, cheese, salt and pepper and notices that she's missed the most important ingredient--the eggs. Shaking her head at her stupidity, she goes back to the fridge to get the food item and begins to mix the ingredients together. Just as she starts cooking the food, the front door opens. She knows who it is without having to look.

Harry comes strolling into the kitchen wearing different clothes. He has clothes at Celia's and decided to change before coming over to talk and he freezes when he sees his wife standing in front of the stove. Her head turns towards him and he feels nothing when he takes in her appearance. Aurelia's eyes are bloodshot from the crying she had done and from the lack of sleep she's been getting. She doesn't say a word as she turns her attention back to the eggs. She hums quietly to herself, trying to hide the fact that she's dying on the inside.

"Will you be able to drive Fynn to school or are you going to be too busy fucking your secretary?" Aurelia finally asks, breaking the tense silence between them.

"Watch your tone," Harry warns. "I may be divorcing you, but I still deserve some respect."

"I'll take that as a no," she replies coolly. She takes the eggs off the stove and puts them on a clean plate. When she looks down at them, she frowns. They're still grossly undercooked and even if they were done correctly, she wouldn't eat them. She's barely been able to eat these past couple of months. "Well, if you're not here to drive Fynn to school, then why'd you come back?"

"This is my home, Aurelia," Harry scoffs. "And I was hoping that you'd be acting more civil. I want to go over the terms of the divorce."

"I do not have the time to discuss that this morning. Have your lawyer draft up the conditions and send it to my office. I will look at it there," Aurelia says as she puts the eggs in the compost bin. "And if you think that I'll be civil about this, then you're a damn fool. You're leaving me for your secretary," she says bitterly. Harry feels a rush of anger at this and opens his mouth to respond, but he's stopped when he sees Fynn walking into the kitchen.

"Dad, you've come back!" he says with a happy smile. "You missed Mum's hot chocolate last night." Sometimes Aurelia would make hot chocolate from scratch and the three of them would settle down in front of the large fireplace. They would talk or joke around and sometimes play a board game. It was the thing that brought them closer. The mere mention of it breaks Aurelia's heart while Harry just shrugs.

"Oh well," he sighs. "Listen bud, I'm not going to be able to drive you to school today. I have a lot of work to do."

"That's okay," Fynn says cheerfully. "You can drive me to school some other time." He goes over to the fridge and pulls out the ingredients necessary for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his lunch. While he makes it, Aurelia hastily takes out the milk and cereal and places it on the small table. "Mum, you got me a fork instead of a spoon," Fynn says with a slight laugh.

"Sorry baby," she says with a nervous chuckle. She could have sworn that she had gone to the spoon drawer.

"It's alright, I can still have my cereal," he says. He watches as his mother nods slowly and he struggles to hide his concern. She's been messing up little things lately, and he doesn't really understand what's happening. Her memory hasn't been very good lately.

"Well, I better get going," Harry says after a few moments of silence. "I'll see you two later tonight."

"Promise?" Aurelia asks with a mocking smile. "Or are you going to work late?" Harry narrows his eyes at his wife before turning on his heels and walking out of the house without another word. The second her husband leaves the penthouse, Aurelia lets out a loud sigh and begins to clean the kitchen.

"Mum..." Fynn begins slowly, easily picking up on how sad she is.

"How's school, sweetie?" Aurelia asks as she struggles to stop herself from crying again. "Don't you have exams coming up?"

"Yeah, I have finals at the end of the month," Fynn says. "I'm not worried though. I know that I'll pass."

"I know you will," she smiles softly. "You're an intelligent boy. I'm proud of you." Fynn flushes at his mother's praise and happily finishes his breakfast. He packs his lunch and makes sure that his sandwich is there before getting in the car with Aurelia. He waves goodbye to her as he gets out once they're at his school and watches as the car drives away. He sighs heavily once she's gone and silently hopes that whatever problems his parents are having will he resolved really soon. He wants the happiness between his parents to come back again.

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Harry looks over the papers that his lawyer brought over, feeling incredibly relieved. This is what he had been wanting for the past month, and now it's finally happening. He's confident that Aurelia will sign them, and then he will be free. He'll be able to spend his time with Celia without having to lie anymore. His only regret is that his son is going to find out about this, and he'll side with his mother.

Fynn has always been closer to Aurelia than him, and he wishes that could have been different so that this would be easier. Harry knows that he'll have to share custody of him, but he knows deep down that Fynn will resent him for what he's doing. His son was never a big fan of Celia. As a baby, he would always cry whenever she was around, or he wouldn't let her touch him. Things got a little bit easier as he got older, but he knows that his feelings towards her haven't changed.

"Send these to her," Harry says, pushing the folder over to his lawyer.

"You're absolutely sure about this right?" his lawyer asks. "Once the papers are signed, there's no way out. You won't be able to go back to the way things were."

"Things haven't been the same for awhile," Harry scoffs. "Just send them to her, Niall."

"Yes sir," Niall sighs as he reluctantly gets up and leaves with the divorce papers. He's known Harry and Aurelia for a couple of years now, ever since they met at a dinner party. He saw the love that the two shared, and it saddens him greatly to see them split. As he leaves Harry's office, he passes Celia. He doesn't look in her direction at all and feels anger burning deep inside him. She chuckles at this, knowing full well what the lawyer was thinking.

Celia knows that most of Harry's friends don't like her. She knows that she's seen as the homewrecker, the woman that tore apart a happy family, but she couldn't care less. She finally got the man that she had always wanted, and she didn't mind putting a few people through hell if it meant that she got her man in the end. Once the lawyer is out of her sight, Celia gets up and goes into her boss' office. She makes sure to lock the door.

"Well Mr. Styles, how would you like me this time?" she asks, her ruby red lips quirking up into a smirk as she lets her hair down. Her brown locks fall over her shoulders and Harry watches as she begins to unbutton her shirt, revealing her red bra. She unzips her skirt and it falls to the ground, causing him to groan at the sight.

"On my desk," he says as he quickly begins to undress. Celia smirks as she slides her panties off and sits on the edge of the desk, right in front of Harry. She spreads her legs and closes her eyes as she feels his soft lips kiss the inside of her thighs. Her long fingers are tangled in Harry's long hair and she pulls when his tongue darts out and lightly flicks her clit.

"Oh-oh Harry," Celia moans as she slowly rolls her hips against his tongue. He sucks lightly and eagerly laps up her arousal, reveling at how easily turned on she is.

"Quiet baby," Harry murmurs as he pulls away. She whines at the loss of contact but is immediately pleased when she feels his long fingers run through her folds. She feels his tip brush against her entrance and a loud moan escapes her lips when he pushes inside her. She immediately pulls Harry closer to her and crashes her lips against his.

A half hour later, Celia is walking out of Harry's office, wincing with each step. She has a satisfied smirk and doesn't care about the stares that the other employees give her. Her relationship with the boss is no secret, and neither is their dislike of the situation. Harry gets home around six that evening and sees that Aurelia is sitting at the dining room table. He sees the divorce papers scattered around and he smiles slightly as he walks over.

"I see you got the papers," he says.

"Clearly," she replies dryly. "Fynn is with a friend tonight. I figured that he shouldn't be here while we talk."

"So you're finally willing to do that, are you?" Harry chuckles as he gets out two glasses. He pours himself some wine and is about to pour some for Aurelia when she holds her hand up.

"Harry, you know I can't have alcohol," she says. When his face remains expressionless, she sighs. "It mixes with the antidepressants, remember?"

"Right," Harry says with a slight nod. "More for me, I guess."

"Good to know that I'm not the only one with a shit memory," Aurelia says, bitter at how her soon to be ex husband had forgotten such an important thing about her. "So Harry, you actually love Celia, don't you?" she says as she leans back in her chair.

"So now you remember her name," he says with a raised eyebrow. "And yes, I do."

"When did this start?"

"When you had the flu."

"Why do you love her?"

"Because I do. She makes me happy, she makes me feel young again," Harry says testily as he takes a large gulp of his wine.

"You are forty one years old Harry," Aurelia says as her hands ball into fists. "You are not old."

"But I'm not young, either."

"She makes you happy?" Aurelia asks.

"Yes."

"And you love her?"

"I already answered that."

"Because it's so fucking obvious that you don't love Cecilia; you're lusting after her," Aurelia replies, rolling her eyes. "This affair has been happening for a year, you love her and you're perfectly happy with divorcing your wife that you've been with for fifteen years, is that correct?"

"It was eighteen, but yes," Harry says, annoyed now that she had forgotten how long they've been together.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe Celia is only with you for your money?"

"She is not like that," Harry snaps. Aurelia rolls her eyes.

"She's what? Twenty five years old and a ditzy home wrecker, yes? Girls like that always marry for money."

"Do not speak about her like that."

"I will speak about the woman who's perfectly okay with tearing apart my family apart however I want," Aurelia says, slamming her hands on the table. "Clearly you're serious about this."

"Of course I am," Harry says as he grips his glass of wine tightly. "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here, wanting you to sign the papers."

"You know what hurts the most?" Aurelia asks as her eyes begin to water. "You did the most stereotypical thing a man could do."

"Would you like to enlighten on how I'm being stereotypical?" Harry asks coolly.

"You're leaving your wife for a younger woman, who also happens to be your secretary. Not only that, but she's a skinny little white girl-"

"Not this bullshit," Harry snaps. "I am not leaving you because she's wh-"

"It's a factor and you very well know it," Aurelia snarls. Harry is about to respond but he stops himself, knowing deep down that it's true, at least to a certain extent.

"You said it yourself. You hate the stares we get whenever we're out in public," Aurelia says as tears begin to run down her cheeks. "You hate when someone comes up to you and asks why you're with someone like me. I know you've wondered what your life would have been like if you married someone else. I know that there's a part of you, however small it is, that regrets being with me because of the attention."

"That's-"

"Don't you dare try and deny it. It's true and I've been well aware of what you've been thinking for the fifteen years just we've been together," Aurelia says as her voice begins to tremble. "Sorry-eighteen," she says, correcting herself.

"Look, just sign the papers," Harry says with a heavy sigh. There's no point in denying what she had said because it's true. "You get the penthouse, you get the car, you get 25% of the company. You don't have to give me your money because quite honestly, I don't need it." Aurelia's eye twitches in anger at his words and takes a deep breath before gathering up the papers. She makes a point to hold it in front of Harry and she rips them in two.

"Fuck your papers. Fuck your pity gifts, and fuck you."