Hi. I am back with a new story.

Now, this story is loosely based on the original Arthur Conan Doyle Story Charles Augustus Milverton. I read it recently, and then the plot bunny bit. I hope you will enjoy this story as much as you did my last story. There will be an OC later on, but don't worry, it's not the woman described in this prologue (not that Mary Sueish). I just wanted to set the mood here. As for the situation, this is Post-Reichenbach, and Post-Sherlock's return. I won't give any explanation on how he faked his death, because frankly, I don't want to speculate. Now, long story short: let's begin.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs. The original story of Charles Augustus Milverton belongs to Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock to the writers of the show and the BBC. I am not making any profit. The title of this fic is from The Other Side by Bruno Mars, Cee Lo Green and B.O.B.

Title of this chapter is taken from Rihanna's Unfaithful.

Prologue: Our love, his trust

7 days to a scandal

The woman was beautiful. Long, black hair going as far down as her waist, big brown eyes, her skin the colour of cinnamon. But that was not all that was to her. She was one of the privileged few who did not only possess extraordinary looks; she was also intelligent. A cardiac surgeon, one of the best in the country. At the age of forty-two, she had achieved everything; a career, two children who promised to be just as beautiful and smart as their mother, and a loving and devoted husband, who was engaged in politics. And if all that together wasn't enough, both of them were the sort of good-hearted people this society needs more than anything else. Rakesha Reynolds went to Africa at least four times a year, offering her services as a doctor to those less privileged than her. She had never forgotten where she came from, and how women still suffered in her home country. Her husband, Ron, remained in England, campaigning for his party, and never letting people in the United Kingdom forget that there were in fact human beings in Africa who needed their help. Both of them knew it was as much as they could do to give something back.

As Rakesha now paced through her bedroom, alone, as her husband was currently in Sweden, meeting important people, she suddenly felt her perfect world crumbling. One mistake, she thought. One simple, stupid mistake, and yet it was enough to ruin everything. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband. He was an angel, ever so supportive. But she had been so lonely, sometimes. So she had let herself fall into the arms of another man. Unfortunately said man had turned out a bastard. A hidden camera in the bedroom. And now, she was holding a photograph in her hand; her and the bastard, in the most compromising position there was.

And a note, saying, If you don't want the world to find out about us, convince your charming husband to resign, and pay me £ 10.000. Love, Charlie.

Rakesha sat down on the bed, crying. Not only did she have not enough money to pay him; if the world found out she had been sleeping with a crook, it would cause a scandal that would destroy Ron's career. And even if he resigned, who would assure them that Charlie Milverton would in fact destroy the evidence of their encounter? Not to mention the fact that she had to tell her husband about that fatal night. She would lose everything.

Desperate as she was, she called her best friend, "Molly? I'm in trouble." She told her everything, from the moment she had met Charlie in a shady bar till the moment she had opened the envelope with the photograph. "I don't know what to do… I'm so desperate."

The response of her best friend surprised her, "I know somebody who can help you. Did you ever hear of Sherlock Holmes?"

As I said, don't worry, Rakesha is not the OC I've been talking about. Now, I would really appreciate reviews and all.