You'd known for a while. At first even you had to admit he was good. Coming up with good excuses, giving Oscar worthy performances when he said he wished he didn't have to work late and when he came home with stories of missions you now know never happened. You'd believed him. Always kissing him goodbye and telling him to be careful. Always smiling when he arrived home, hanging off his every word when he told you about his day.
That was until the paranoia kicked in. You'd mention a mission in front of the team and they'd look shocked for a second before going along with his stories, but that second was all it took to show you that something was going on. You brushed it off because you didn't want to be that woman, reading into every little thing, even though something told you the paranoia was justified. Then came the text messages at late hours. "It's just Steve," he would say, "he's still getting used to sleeping in this time." Again you brushed it off. You weren't the woman that checked her husbands phone, no matter how much you wanted to.
Then came the nights that he'd sneak in, a scent of perfume you didn't own filling the air. Lipstick marks you didn't make on his shirts. Suddenly all the things you were brushing off resurfaced in your mind. You knew all along, you just didn't want to believe it.
Your phone clock said it was 2:06am. You had no idea where he was. He'd gone from keeping on top of his lies so you never found out, to simply not caring. Did you mean that little to him? That he wouldn't even lie to you about fucking another woman anymore to spare your feelings? You laughed bitterly at yourself for being mad that your husband was no longer lying to you.
You dialled Steve's number, he picked up on the last ring.
"Y/N?" His voice was groggy, "do you not know what time it is?"
"Where is he?" You got straight to the point, pacing around your room with your phone pressed tightly to your ear.
"Who?" Steve sounded much more awake.
"Don't bullshit me, Rogers! Bucky, where is he!?"
"I-I.. Don't know." He sighed.
"Do you at least know who she is?" Your voice came out in a whisper.
"No. I'm sorry, Y/N."
"No you're not." With that you ended the call and threw your phone across the room, screaming in frustration. You could feel my heart breaking in my chest, your engagement and wedding rings suddenly feeling unbearably heavy on your finger.
Why are you so upset? You knew he was having an affair. You've no one to blame but yourself for letting it go on so long.
You slammed your hands over your ears and screamed, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Before collapsing onto the floor and crying.
***
At 4:28am you were still on the floor and Bucky still wasn't home. You knew what you had to do now, so with a sigh you pulled yourself off the floor and into your bedroom, ready to get dressed and pack your things.
By 8am you had your bags packed and in your car, you'd called your lawyer to arrange a meeting, your parents to ask if you could stay with them and your work to take a couple of days off. You'd also smashed all the photos of you and Bucky together and ripped up your wedding dress. Now you were waiting on him to show up.
Half an hour later he stumbled through the door. You saw him before he saw you. He was trying to quietly lock the door.
"Nice of you to finally come home." He visibly jumped at the sound of your voice before slowly turning around to face you.
"I-"
"I want a divorce." You said before he could make up an excuse.
"What?" He stepped forward, hurt visible on his face, but you looked away. You weren't going to allow him to suck you back in.
"I'm going to stay with my parents, my lawyer will be in touch with you soon though." With that you began to leave. Bucky was stood frozen in shock.
You stopped when you reached him, sliding off your rings you placed them in his hand and leant in to whisper in his ear, "Whoever she is, give her these, she clearly likes my things." You closed his hand around the rings and then carried on walking. Out of the apartment and down the stairs to your car. You didn't once look back. Not ever.
