"This is all your fault Nick," I said as I sat uncomfortable next to him.

"How in the hell is this my fault, Miley?" he demanded, arms crossed.

"It just… is." I seethed angrily. He knew that in my heart that it isn't his fault that we're stuck here together, but it was his fault we were separated.

"Why is it?" he said, emphasizing each and every syllable just to get under my skin.

I sighed in frustration and slouched back into my seat. We were currently on an airplane—in first class of course—flying from where Nick and I lived in New York, all the way to where his family in Barton Creek, Texas.

It was funny. I almost laughed. How was it that I was currently on an airplane, going to visit a family that I wasn't even technically a part of anymore, with the one man that I could not stand?

Because, oh, that's right—I am a complete and utter fool for ever marrying him.

A Week Ago...

Miley's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groaned and flipped over onto the other side of the bed and put the covers further over my head, willing the noise to go away.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I tried putting a pillow on my face, but it was no use. I looked over at the alarm clock on my bedside table and nearly groaned again. 6:55 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Who the in the hellwas calling me at this ungodly hour on a Saturday morning?

I sat up and pick my Blackberry up from the night table, checking the caller ID.

Demi. Of course.

I sighed and answered, "Hello?"

"Good morning Miley!"

"Oh my goodness Demi. It's only 7 here. Why are you calling me so early in the morning?"

Well seven o'clock is still pretty early if you haven't noticed," I pointed out angrily, throwing the covers off of myself and walking toward the bathroom.

"Silly Miley. It's only early if you are lazy," she said, emphasizing the last word.

I shook my head and smiled at her antics as I began washing my face and holding the phone to my ear. "Okay well now that you've succeeded in waking me from my wonderful slumber, to what do I owe this displeasure?" I asked, only half joking.

"Joe and I are getting married!" she yelled, almost making me drop the phone in my hand.

"Oh my God! That's great news Demi."

"I know. We're having the wedding in late July and..."

"Wait," I interrupted, "Did you say July? It's the middle of June already."

"Miley, Miley, Miley, you should know what I'm capable of doing. I mean I did your wedding with Nick didn't I."

Nick. I've been avoiding him for the last two months. Two whole months I've been trying to avoid it all.

My thoughts were cut short when I heard something that I didn't realize.

"Miley? Did you hear what I just said?"

"Oh sorry. I was just too lost in the moment." Truthfully, I feel like breaking down into tears.

"I was just saying that Joe and I are going to fly you and Nick down to Westlake to stay for the wedding. The wedding is in five weeks and we really want you guys to come down for it."

I cut her off instantly as she went on her little tirade. "Demi hold on. What do you mean you're flying us out there?" I asked.

"Joe and I send two tickets to Nick's office a while ago. He called us back yesterday telling us it arrived. He told me to call and tell you myself."

He didn't even bother to tell me. Even though we were in the process of divorce he didn't even bother to tell me.

I heard a male voice somewhere in the background and recognized it as Joe's. His voice was as soulful and annoying as I remembered. How I miss the brother who always teased me.

I had known Nick since we were kids. I practically grew up with the Grays in Los Angeles since my mother died. My father took a job as a music producer to take his mind off of mom's death. I didn't blame him. Since my father was working so much, he started having his friend; Kevin Gray Sr. and his wife Denise Gray to watch me. They were the parents of three boys, all older than me. The oldest, Kevin, was like the brother I wish I had, Joe, the middle sonwho always cheered me up when I was sad, and the youngest, Nick.

Everything changed as Nick and I went to prom together senior year. He wasn't my first boyfriend, but after night he became my first and only true love.

We officially started dating after our high school graduation. Coincidentally we applied to Columbia University and both decided to go there. Who would have known that a decision made half way through senior would make such a difference.

College was the best 4 years of my life. Nick and I became inseparable. Afterward he went to Harvard Law while I went to Harvard Business School.

After graduation we returned to New York. After living there for four years with Nick, I founded a place that I could call home along with Los Angeles.

After I got as the manager at the Ernst & Young office and Nick got a position as an attorney at the prestigious Davis Polk & Wardwell law firm, Nick proposed.

Everything changed because of her. After Nick hired a new assistant, everything changed just because she was in the picture. I would never forget that day. It was our fourth anniversary.

We were always busy since we were in the business world but I managed to get the day off early. I decided to come to surprise him at his office. The sight before me when I opened the door made me feel so foolish for ever marrying Nick.

Nick's head turned in my direction swiftly and his shocked eyes met mine. Selena was straddling his lap on the chair wearing nothing but a trashy piece of lingerie.

"Miley!" he had yelled after me as I took off running down the hallway, back to the garage, and into my car. I cried the entire way home. My phone kept going off and I knew it was Nick, but I didn't answer.

I finally reached the apartment and ran up to our floor. I fumbled with the keys out in the hallway, tears still running down my face as I cried.

Reality just hit me that night. Nothing can change what I saw and nothing has stopped me from filing for divorce from Nick.

As I prepared to leave for work my phone vibrated. I opened up the text that is making me realize that everything happening is real.

We need to talk.

- Nick