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Her dress and shoes were in her office, right next to the door so she wouldn't forget. She had even taped a huge sign to it with the time and location of their date night. A time that had passed well over an hour ago, closer to two. Absolutely nothing new. Inna didn't spend too much time in her office most days of the week, and today was one such day. Hardly fifteen minutes had been spent in there once the morning had passed, and so the dress and sign went forgotten about as the day went on.

There was always someone who was impressed at the speed in which Inna could run in a pair of heels, but her husband was not one of those people. He stood in the lobby, looking up from his phone once he heard the familiar, quick clicking of heels on tile. A clicking that stopped as soon as Inna saw him. She knew why he was there. He almost never showed up to the resort unless Inna was running extremely late, or she wasn't answering her calls. It was a combination of both today, and she didn't have to step close to him to tell he was seething.

For over two years, he had put up with her promises of taking more breaks from work. Her promises to slow down at work. Her promises to step back from work. Work. Work. Work. That's all almost anyone could associate with Inna, because it was nearly all that she did. How she ever found the time to even date the man she married was a mystery.

"I'm sorry…" The words left her mouth, her voice trembling as she realized the mistake she had made. A deep mistake. A painful mistake.

Silently, he motioned towards her office before walking that way himself, knowing she would follow like always. Everyone around who could scatter did, leaving one front desk clerk who busied herself with the computer. This was a scene that had played out before, and the front desk clerk would be witness once again to the argument that was about to unfold.

As the door shut and locked behind her, Inna's mouth opened for another apology as tears filled her eyes.

"No. No, don't even. You keep doing this over and over…Do you even fucking love me?!"

His words were the sharpest daggers in the universe once they left his lips, his question drawing out the tears that now began flooding down her cheeks. Inna's vision was quick to blur as she stood there in stunned silence. Of course she loved him. She absolutely loved him. That was why she married him, was because she loved him. It was why she was trying so hard to keep their marriage together, was because she loved him.

Or…Did she? Inna was facing pressure at the time to get a romantic life. She viewed much of her higher ranking staff as friends, and they suggested it would help her relax and have a more fulfilling life. They even helped her set up a dating profile, and take plenty of pictures to fill it with. They even went as far as to help her screen guys that had shown interest in her. He was the first man that the gaggle of women agreed would be a good match, and so the first date was arranged.

One date turned into several, and Inna found herself taking Tuesdays off to make sure she went on those dates. It was a consistency that he already grew frustrated with, but dealt with because of how well those first few dates had gone. The two of them got along so well, they complimented each other so perfectly…Even without meeting the guy in person, everyone noticed the change in Inna.

She was glowing, happier, calmer since they got serious. Even the most senior of staff who had been there since she was just another employee saw an Inna they had never seen before. Being with him had become the best thing to have ever happened to her, and it was obvious.

Even Inna could feel the changes in herself. She had never felt happier, healthier, just all around better. One man had almost completely changed her.

Almost.

No matter what changes he brought to her, she could never get rid of her workaholic ways. What had taken a break while they were dating was quickly dropped once they got married. If Inna wasn't at home, she was at the resort. When Inna didn't pick up her phone, or show up for an appointment, he knew where to go to find her.

It was why they were both in her office now. Tonight wasn't just any date night. It was one where he had spent a month planning, a romantic gesture to celebrate the anniversary of their first date. Tonight was incredibly important to him. Seemingly more so to her husband than to Inna herself.

That wasn't true though. To Inna, it meant a lot, and right now she was beating herself up so hard that she crumbled to the ground in violent sobs. Her voice was useless for anything more than wailing as she pressed her forehead against the floor. Tonight…Tonight was one missed date too many. How much was one person supposed to put up with in the name of love? Everyone had a breaking point, a moment where they had to finally close the chapter, even reluctantly.

This was his breaking point. It was the anniversary of their first date, of the first day they met, the first day of what was supposed to be the rest of their fairy tale together.

A fairy tale that had to end.

He stood there in silence for a few minutes, just watching his wife sob in regret on the floor in front of him. It hurt to see her like this, knowing that she hurt herself just as much as she had hurt him, but she had yet to change. She had yet to prove that she was going to truly change for him, despite the numerous times she had promised to. As much as it hurt, he just couldn't put up with it anymore and finally left the office and resort as a whole.

Several days had passed before Inna finally got the response she knew was coming. For nearly two weeks, she had worked nonstop at the resort. It was all she could do to avoid going home to a place she knew was empty. He had left the day after their missed anniversary, and she couldn't bear to be in that place. It was too much. Instead of roaming around the resort like normal, she locked herself away in her office, only ever leaving when she was called upon.

Nearly two weeks to the day, the envelope finally came. Inna didn't need to open it to know what was inside, and it made her that much less eager to open it. Instead, it sat on her desk. Untouched, unmoved, unopened for nearly a month before she finally opened it. Half of a bottle of vodka helped her to confront that envelope, and rip it open to see the divorce papers that were contained inside. She was just sober enough to scan it over and understand what all was contained, and signed it as soon as she had finished reading a few sections more in depth.

Grabbing a new envelope from a file cabinet, she carefully slipped the papers inside before scribbling the name and address of his law firm on the front. Picking up the phone, she called for a courier before dropping the envelope off at the front desk. There was no need to be secretive about it, since everyone else also knew what was in that envelope.