Good credentials, kinda pricey, female so she may be a bit more sympathetic to my sympathetic to my situation.

I'm interrupted from the browsing on my internet when I hear footsteps come around the corner. It was Enrique, adorned in a grey towel wrapped around his waist and a matching colour one through his hair as he rubs the water out. 

I quickly look back to my laptop before I'm consumed and sucked in by his chiseled abs on display, his broad shoulders, and the way that the water from his shower just now, drips down his body. Lord knows that by then, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on what I'm doing.

"Still looking?" He asks as he walks behind me and leans down to get a better look at the screen. His arms rest firmly on the back of the chair in which I'm sitting, and as he's right above me, I'm not only able to feel his body heat, but I can also feel some of the water droplets dripping from him onto my hair that I just rubbed with a towel myself. He realises this and moves to take the towel in his head to gently massage and dry the rest of my hair for me as well.

We just took a shower together, him staying longer than me as I wanted to start looking for some lawyers that I could choose from in this upcoming divorce trial. 

"Mhm," I hum. "And I'm practically getting no where," I sigh frustratedly. 

He places a hand on my shoulder comfortingly and I revel in it, placing a hand over my own shoulder to rub his. He bends down to place a short kiss on my cheek before moving elsewhere. 

We were currently at my apartment. It has been three days since I've told Enrique about the divorce and throughout the entire process, he's been very supportive in helping me with anything that I would need or needed. If anything, I'd even go as far as saying that he was even more excited than I was to be divorced from Titan than I was.Qť

Snapping back once more form my thoughts, I slam the laptop down frustratedly, having been tired of looking at the screen for more than twenty minutes.

I turn my attention to Enrique. My apartment was obviously much smaller than his house and so rather than having to walk to an entirely different room, I just swung my head to see him standing in the kitchen, still half naked may I add, preparing a meal.

"Whatcha making?" I inquiry.

He looks up to me through his eyelashes before he looks behind me to the closed laptop, a small chuckle leaving his lips when he realised that I was done already with my searching, having grown annoyed with my lack of progress.

"Something simple, yet tasty, yes?" He says. 

I used this time to hold my nose in the air before taking a large inhale. Why was I now smelling this amazing food and from looking behind him at the stove with all of the pots, as well as the vegetables lining the counter, he started it a well ago, possibly just before we went into the shower. 

"Hmm, I can taste it already on my tongue," I laugh. "Caprese chicken? I haven't had that in..." I pause to think. "I can't even remember!" I laugh.

He smiles down at me in wonder, "Caprese chicken, it is," He praises.

We don't say much to each other after that for a while. I only stare at him with googly eyes as he moves around my small kitchen expertly, his gaze catching my own periodically before he smiles almost shyly and looks away not being able to hold my gaze.

A conversation only starts back up when his back faces me when he was cutting up tomatoes on the other side of the counter before the movement of his hands slow for a while.

"So listen," He begins slowly.

I find myself squinting my eyes at his back muscles in anticipation for him to continue, "Yeah?"

He places to knife on the cutting board before he turns around to face me, folding his large arms across his chest. He almost looks hesitant to speak, "I think... I don't know. I just think that I may someone who may be able to handle your case for you," He points out.

My eyes light up almost instantly, "A divorce lawyer? Well why are you just now saying something? I've been stressing for this for about two days straight." I laugh incredulously before walking around the counter to stand right in front of him, my fingers coming to snake around his waist, my eyes looking up at him.

He looks down at me and begins to massage my arms around his waist, almost absentmindedly, that still hesitant look on his face that I can't understand. "Well? Who is he? Or her?"

He smoothly skips the question the question, which I don't notice at the moment, and instead, continues elsewhere, "She," He clarifies to which I nod. "She's actually not a divorce lawyer. A criminal one but she does different cases once in a while, even some pro bonos if she sees fit. I could call in a favour,"

I'm unable to control my excitement at this point, nearly bouncing on my toes excited to get what seems like the hardest part right now, out of the way, "I'd love that Enrique," I pause. "But not pro bono. I should have enough money saved up right now to pay her, and if not, we'll work something out at a later date," I make sure I add in sternly.

He plants a small smile on his face which soon disappears when I add, "What's her name? I want to look her up," As I say this, I'm already heading over back to my seat in front of the laptop. 

"I look back at him on my path, seeing as how he lowers his head and shags his fingers through his hair before muttering something.

"What was that?" I ask him to repeat.

He looks up, releases a loud sigh before saying more loudly and much clearer, "I said Meghan. Meghan Solace."

I pause, a hand going to temple as I sit in front of the laptop keyboard, "Why does that name sound so familiar? Meghan, Meghan," I recite before shrugging my shoulders and readying myself to type into the Google search bar.

"Because she's my ex-girlfriend," He deadpans.

I pause a-fucking-gain, my eyes blinking...

Once.

Twice.

But this time, the hand that went to my temple instead slams the laptop shut before getting up and heading to my bedroom without another word.

I, however, fail to make it there before I hear Enrique's voice, "Come on, Miah, she's really good, and you already knew that we were still friends.

I raise a hand for him to stop talking, spinning around to see him adjusting and tightening the towel around his waist, but not even his sculptured body could distract me from my anger right now, "Okay, please, I do not need to hear about just how good your ex-girlfriend is, or about your fucking friendship. Oh, wait, my mistake— or rather, both of our mistakes. Don't you mean ex-fiancée?"

When I say this, it makes Enrique roll his head backwards before swiping a tired hand over his face, "For fuck's sake, Miah, that was a long time ago."

I scoff, walking slowly towards him as I spit out each word, "Yeah it was, and yet she's still coming around to the hospital, still came by your house like she owned the place, still talks to you like you're the best of fucking friends, and you seem to still attend events together like if you're the happiest couple in the world." I seethe as I think back to the last charity event I saw them at.

When I'm finished, I could feel my nose start to tickle and slight tears well up in my eyes. I tilt back my head to stop them from falling, to stop him from seeing how much this woman troubled me. I knew nothing about her— only saw her once but never spoke to her.

She could've been the nicest person in the world and I wouldn't care. She and Enrique had history— a long history. As much as I try to rid the thought from my head, they've had sex. Probably hot and passionate sex; she's probably able to point her feet so far in the air and make her legs bend over so that she's able to balance so good on her neck that her head's parallel with said legs.

I let out an angry and frustrated laugh, filled with tears at this line of thought. I was fat. And although I know that I'm not ugly, Meghan was gorgeous, Meghan was a big, successful lawyer, Meghan was tall and slender and most of all, Meghan had something that I would never have with Enrique— she deserved him. I don't know anything about their relationship but Enrique probably never had to worry about an ex-husband with her, and he could've probably come home from a long day at work and exchange conversations about each other work days. 

She didn't break his heart and marry an older man when they were srill together. She didn't hage that hanging over her head.

She was career oriented while I was not. All of these factors and more were what made me so emotional. If her and Enrique could end their relationship, what would be keeping ours together? If Enrique could end something with such a beautiful, amazing and successful person, what was stopping us from ending up the same way?

The tiredness on Enrique's face disappears, replaced by an emotion that makes me even more emotional— pity. His eyes soften and his feet rush towards me, a hand coming up to cup my face quickly, as if he was now realising the seriousness of the situation, "Hey, hey, Miah," He calls, a thumb swiping against my cheek to wipe away my tears. "Come on, you know me," He tries. "You know that I see you, only you," He stresses.

I look up at him, seeing his beautiful face even with teary eyes. Although he has me in his hold, my body moves away from him unknowingly, "Do I though? I knew you, Enrique. I knew you ten years ago. How do you expect me to just be fine that you're more than just civil with your ex-fiancee? You guys began to plan a wedding, probably talked about c—" My throat closes up at the word. "Probably talked about having c-children. Probably talked about spending the rest of your life together," I couldn't keep my voice from trembling at the word 'children'. Something that I'll never be able to have of my home.

As I speak, he continues to shake his head at every word that I'm saying, "No, no, Demiah, look," He pulls my hands away that were angrily wiping a tear that slipped. He held up both of our hands between us, his enclosing mine tightly before repeatedly kissing my knuckles. "We were together, yes, and I did at one point love her, but that's over now, Miah, and it was over a long time ago. Things didn't end badly, is all. We're just friends, and when you meet her, you'll see that there's nothing there anymore. And there never will be, because I'm with you." He pauses to take a long sigh. "But I just need you to trust me, alright? Just trust me."

As I stare into his chocolate eyes, I knew that I could trust him, and that on his side, what he was saying was the truth. But what he didn't understand was that I did trust him, I just... didn't trust her.

Because I knew that Enrique wasn't just  someone you could forget and fall out of love that easily.