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I had spent the whole day looking in the area that Sai had told me. But I found nothing, It's like he disappeared. The only bit of hope that I had was, a shop keeper had seen Naruto yesterday . That told me he was at least somewhere in the area.

I wasn't able to sleep a completely restful night but it was better than the other nights before. In my dreams I saw Naruto and the good times we had. The start of our relationship to the moment where I made a promise to myself, a promise I ended up breaking.

I woke up t the sun beaming in my eyes, but I didn't complain. Even if it's not the real thing it was the closest I would get. He would come into our room and kiss my forehead to wake me and tell me breakfast was ready. On days like those I woke to the smell of caramel and cinnamon,even though I wasn't a fan of sweet. His smell wasn't one I could get enough of, to say I was addicted would be an understatement.

But now , I wake up to nothing. Not his smell,not his sweetness, not his warmth, not him. I wish this all was a nightmare, I wish to wake with him beside me. He would tell he loved me and I would kiss his lips to respond to him.

With a grunt I got out of bed and made it to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and a freezing cold shower to wake me up. After ten minutes I walked out and wore a suit and ate cereal for breakfast. I drove to my company, only to be told that a few people were waiting for me in my office. People who I did not feel in the mood to deal with.

I entered the elevator, hitting floor thirty and just stood in the elevator looking at my ring with a small smile on my face. I didn't know why though. Maybe the thought of almost finding Naruto is making me more happy than I have been for the past three months.

With a 'ding' the elevator doors opened and I headed towards the end of the hallway where my office was. I walked in to uninvited guests, like i had expected. Father had sat in one of the chairs in front of my desk, and the other occupied by Sakura. Itachi sat on a couch that was in my office, he seemed to be here for another reason other than father.

"father, what brings you here?", he stared at me with a look in his eye that would kill me if it could.

"Sasuke Uchiha , explain yourself."

" explain what exactly?" , I was now sitting at my desk with the jacket of my tux off and only leaving me in my vest.

" explain to me why you aren't with Sakura, trying to produce an heir for the company?!"

now it was my turn to glare at him, " I will not make the same mistake twice"

He stared at me with disappointment, a look I was familiar with. A look he never gave to Itachi only me. In his eyes I was never supposed to exist.

"What do you mean by that, Sasuke?"

"I will never make the same mistake twice. I let you and my pride get in my head making me forget who I loved. Who was there for me in the worst times and at my best times" I wanted to cry this was the first time I ever mentioned the pain I had felt to someone other than myself .

"I, Sasuke Uchiha, have lost the love of my life and child because of you and I."

Everyone stared at me in shock, Itachi looked at me almost like telling me ' what are you gonna do now?'

" Sasuke, what do you mean?" my father asked in a almost hesitant voice.

I looked at him and showed a tiny bit of emotion in my eyes, " I have lost my husband because I listen to you! You made me believe that Naruto was nothing but a gold digger,a slut, and many more things. I let you and my pride get in my head and what has it brought me? Nothing but regret,shame, and pain. Said husband was pregnant with my child. A child that we both made from our love is gone. A child I didn't know exist until a few days ago. Do you understand how that feels? I wasn't there for either of them, I was the one who let him go knowing he didn't have anyone but me. I broke promises that I made to him, to a person who had cared for him. I let all of that go, for what exactly? For a father who sees me as a disappointment. " I felt a single tear run down my face.

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