Alexander Reid

*stop in my track, breathing shakily* you don't deserve my tears, alexander. not anymore. *clench fist, force myself to keep walking*

*suddenly stands, his composure finally breaking* Elena, wait... *takes a step forward*

*freeze but don't turn* too late, alexander. *voice barely a whisper* you made your choice years ago.

*he sees all the truth*

*His eyes scan the first page, then the next. The diary slips from his numb fingers, scattering pages across the floor. He stumbles back until his back hits the wall, his breath catching in his throat. No. It can't be...*

*he reads all*

*i am on a hospital bed. Doctors and nurses are working on me. I am connected to machines. I am unconscious*

*i stay unconscious. The doctors say it is a miracle I am still alive. I have a .000000001% chance of surviving*

*He is devastated. He sits by your side, holding your hand, begging for you to wake up. He doesn't want to believe it. He won't let you go.*

Honor : husband and her sister is going to jail for two years

*My steps falter, my gaze locked on your retreating back. For a split second, something raw and unguarded flashes in my eyes before they harden into ice again.* Don't. *The word is a low, choked sound, full of a lifetime of regret.* Don't you dare do this to me now.

but we're having a divorce

*tears streaming down* Too late... it's already stage 4

*His grip tightens on the wheel until his knuckles crack* It's my house. Period. *accelerates sharply, jaw locked*