Chapter 3 Therapy

"It's happened every night for a month," Amelia said angrily as she paced in her therapist's office. She looked at Nick, who was sitting on the couch and on his bed phone.She watched him on his phone and pleaded with her eyes for him to see her.

"Ahem," said Dr. Carey as he cleared his throat. Dr. Carey looked at the couple and saw how mismatched they were. Amelia was 5' 1" with shoulder length auburn hair and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She was petite and looked amazing for having two kids. He looked at Nick and shook his head. Nick was what you would call a "golden boy"; 5' 9", short blonde hair, cleft chin, dimples in his cheeks, muscular, and green emerald eyes.

He doesn't deserve her, Dr. Carey thought. He had been seeing the couple for six months now and he saw Nick become more withdrawn from his wife. Nick refused to do one on one sessions and barely talked during the couple's sessions.

The silence was killing Amelia, but she wouldn't be the one to break it.

I'll meet up with you in an hour, Nick texted. I'm just in therapy with my wife. I'm going to tell her soon.

Please do, cake the reply. I miss you.

Nick smiled at his phone and put it in the pocket of his coat. He looked at Dr. Carey and Amelia. They were both staring him.

Shit, he thought. What had been said?

"Amelia you are so beautiful," he said and smiled for all he was worth.

"Are you serious," Amelia yelled.

This will be interesting, thought Dr. Carey as he sat back in his chair.

"What," asked Nick. "I was sending important text messages that couldn't wait."

"More important than saving our marriage and family? Nick what is so important that you can't share with me? You haven't smiled at me the way I just saw you smile at your phone in a year. I've been trying to make you happy! I resigned from my job to be a full time mom and homemaker, so you could have a home that was warm and a place you wanted to be. I've been working out, dieting, and losing weight so you would notice my body. I've dyed my hair so many different colors just to get your attention! My hair was hot pink last week and you didn't say a damn thing! I'm at a loss! I've done everything I could do and everything you have ever asked of me. I can't do anymore. What else can I possibly do to make you love me again?"

"Stop," Nick yelled. "The only way I could ever love you again is for you to be a man named Peter Johnson. I love him and have been in love with him for 3 years and I thought we could make it work. You as my trophy wife and him as my lover, but you're right. There is nothing you can do."

Nick got up and opened his briefcase. He handed Amelia a Manila folder.

"Let me know when you are done signing these."

He closed his briefcase and walked out the door.