Sunsets and Sunrise (Chris Evans Fanfic)

Broken Trust

Chris is still wearing the semi-formal clothing he had on during the meeting with Fiona and their lawyers. When he got home, it was already nighttime, yet he didn't bother to turn the lights on.

Loosening the tie in his neck, he sits in darkness. The meeting ended well, which means they are about to enter the final stages of the divorce. Which means he'll be losing a wife he cherishes and loves but whose spirit he broke just because of one big stupid lapse of judgment.

From his dark pants' right pocket, he pulls out a piece of paper. The note he got a few months ago stuck to the refrigerator door.

FLASHBACK (Four Months Prior - June 12, 2017)

Chris woke up at almost noon time, the events of the previous night, a blurry haze in his mind. He almost jolted when he found a brunette woman, who wasn't his wife, sleeping beside him. In a flash, he was reminded of what happened between him and her and in a flash, a slew of regret flooded him.

As if that wasn't enough, as he walked towards the master bath, cradling his head, a fresh sweet scent he knew so well invaded his sense of smell. He knew no one who wears that smell but Fiona. His insides shook but then he instantly calmed himself. He convinced himself the scent was nothing but a result of his guilty mind.

After a quick shower, the woman Chris slept with joined him in the bathroom. That was when he made it clear that what happened to them was a one night thing. It would seem that it was just exactly what the woman was after. She didn't even flinch about his straightforwardness.

She attempted to kiss him though before leaving but he kept his distance. Although his temples were throbbing. He mustered all his energy to clean the house up. His wife and son would be arriving soon, like Fiona told him over the phone. He didn't want any trace of a night he wanted to bury down a hole.

While placing bottles and leftover food in a trash bin, Chris heard something coming from his son's room. The sound was faint. He ran for the room in haste. When the door swung open, the scent was there again, and the iPod was playing lullaby music.

The fear he had when he woke up, reemerged. There's no mistaking it. Andrew's room was off limits to everyone at the party. No one would dare touch anything in his son's room. He ran around the house like a mad dog trying to search for any traces of his family, but there was none. Not until he went to the fridge for a cold bottle of water.

There, fastened by a puppy magnet was a note, the handwriting of which was his wife's. On it was only three words that would change the course of his personal life in just a matter of months. WE ARE OVER.

He haven't even thought what to do next. All he knew was he put on a shirt, his cap, shoes. He grabbed a bag with his wallet and passport in it and the keys to his car. The absence of the Audi Q3 from the garage further sealed his hunch that his wife and son came home earlier than expected.

There would only be one place they're headed. Back to Massachusetts.

*

Chris dialed Fiona's number over and over but his calls went straight to voicemail. After his plane landed at Logan more than 6 hours after, though, a message from his mom came through. The time stamp was at about 5 in the afternoon.

He grabbed a lift and went straight home to Sudbury.

It was almost 11 in the evening. Andrew was already sleeping in Chris' old room while he was slouched on the couch, his mother's eyes bore holes in his heart.

"She was shaking when they got here. That's a less grave way of saying she looks completely devastated." Lisa paused, struggling to comprehend what exactly was going on. Her heart ached. Not just for her son. But also for her daughter-in-law and grandson who she loved just as equally. "She practically begged me to look after Andy for a while, give me this key," the keys to the Audi, "and told me she is perpetually grateful to be my daughter no matter what happens."