Elizabeth Darcy watched her husband from the window with a pained expression. It wasn't because her husband was outside, and it wasn't because he wasn't with her, but it was whom he was with. One Caroline Bingley was walking carefully beside him towards the lake. She watched them pause and knew it was only a matter of seconds before it happened, but she couldn't bear to watch it so she left the window and went to her husbands study where she was sure he would find her.

The wait was a long one, but Elizabeth had suspected he would not come to her immediately, but it still saddened her to be proven correct. Eventually though he appeared in front of her where she sat in front of the fireplace with a book, but it was cold.

Fitzwilliam stood in front of her for a while before Elizabeth finally glanced up at him. When she did finally bring herself she was completely calm. Numbness and rationality had taken over her emotions and she was able to view him as a person that was completely detached from all feeling.

Contrary to his wife Mr. Darcy was completely undone. For once in his life he didn't know how to fix a problem, he couldn't buy his way out of this, but he didn't know if he even wanted to try. If it wasn't for his wife's calm face, for her unreadable eyes, he may have been able to hide the truth, but looking at her face he knew that she already knew.

"So, you're here, that must mean it's happened," Elizabeth broke the silence between the two.

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth."

"Of course you are."

"I never meant for it to happen, I don't even know how it did…I hold the woman with naught but utter disdain."

"I believe you, Fitzwilliam, I even forgive you. I know personally the persuasion that lies beneath a pretty face, but what you have done is worse than what I did."

"I don't know how to make it up to you," Darcy said slowly moving to sit beside her.

"You can't, of course. This is not something that you can fix with flattery and flowery words, I need you to give me time."

"As much as you need."

"Just answer me this: do you love her?"

"No, no I never could," Darcy replied evenly.

"Very well, I shall leave you now." Elizabeth left the room swiftly, leaving her husband with a new appreciation of his wife and fresh wave of guilt that reminded him just how fallible he was, for in during a time of momentary weakness he made the worst mistake for he had kissed Caroline Bingley.

Elizabeth locked the door to her bedchamber and changed into her nightclothes. Her composed façade was quickly crumbling as she climbed into bed alone for the first time since her marriage. The sheets were cold.

A/N: So, I was listening to Damien Rice's 9 Crimes and I got inspired...it was a sad sort of inspiration. Anyways, if this story is well received I may be convinced to add a few more chapters that would include how our favorite couple deals with this problem... :)

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