Written for SasuHina month. This will probably be my only contribution for the SasuHina month and not a very good one either but please forgive me. I didn't know if there was a minimum or maximum word limit so this is all I got. Nothing is spell-checked. I'm so sorry!

Prompt: Almost Lovers

"I'm here for my wife," Sasuke stated, his voice dripping with undisguised irritation.

But the Hyuuga head seem unfazed by his words. "My daughter does not wish to return," he merely stated, not looking up from the papers in his hands.

Taken slightly aback, Sasuke asked, "What do you mean?"

"Surely, you must have received it by now?" Hiashi asked. "The divorce papers," he offered when only silence greeted him.

"I would sign no such things," Sasuke muttered, displeasure apparent in his voice.

"I'm not asking," Hiashi said as he carefully stacked the papers on the side of his desk before he pulled open a drawer, reached into it and pulled out a stack of photos. "When you started hanging around my daughter I knew you were up to no good and so I had your background investigated. Uchiha," he muttered the name like it was poison. "An old family name indeed. But beyond that, there was nothing remarkable, nothing special at all. Your father, I remember him well." Shaking his head slightly in disapproval, Hiashi continued. "A very foolish man he was. Your family's spectacular fall from grace was of your own father's making. And just as your father dug his own grave, so did you."

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the photos onto his desk, scattering the images across the beautiful wooden surface. "A wonderful blatant display of extra martial affairs. I must commend you, you did not bother to hide your whores at all," he praised. "Do you know why I gave you my daughter?" he asked as he watched the young man clenched his fists in anger.

Sasuke's face remained indifferent, giving no indications to his thoughts. "No," he answered. "Why did you?"

"My daughter," Hiashi replied. "My precious daughter, who has never before disobey me, stood up to me when I refused her. She begged me. Cried with tears in her eyes, kneeled on her hands and knees and sworn that you loved her. She promised that you would never betray her," he went on, his voice raising with every syllable. "She assured me that you would make her happy. I gave my daughter to you because I trusted her judgment!" he slammed his hands on the desk, his palms sending several pictures flying in every direction. "That was my biggest mistake," he sighed regretfully. "I should have known that love made her blind."

Hiashi's fingers gripped the edge of a photograph with a beautiful pink-haired lady and fought the urge to rip the disgusting image to pieces. "For the sake of my daughter I have been kind to you, Uchiha. Much more than you deserved. For three years I've stood by and watched my daughter slowly die from the inside. But no more. I will put a stop to this. I will end this shame of a marriage rather she or you agree to it or not."

Sasuke swallowed back his incredulous retort. Reminding himself that in situation like this, he must remain calm. "You have no control over what kind of relationship I have with my wife."

"Oh, but I do," Hiashi answered with all too much glee. "Did you think I would not notice the fact that the marriage is…unconsummated?" he asked. "Oh yes, Uchiha," Hiashi raised his gaze to the young Uchiha's, who stood there, too startled at what Hiashi had said to react immediately. "I can very much have this marriage annul and mark my words, I will. Now leave before I'm forced to drag you out!"

From the window of her bedroom, Hinata watched Sasuke's retreating back and forced back the urge to call out to him. What good would it do? Would he actually turn back for her if she did?

She supposed she was the perfect victim. She was socially awkward, shy, and if she dare say it, weird. Born with skin a little too pale, eyes a little too white, a family a little too rich, and a name a little too powerful, Hyuuga Hinata was always just…a little too much. Innocent enough to be susceptible to his charms but naïve enough to not notice the hidden animosity.

With his devilish smile and sexy undertone, Uchiha Sasuke had easily swept her off her feet the moment she landed her eyes on him. What was it that he had said to her? Oh right.

Your name doesn't define you.

And she had believed him. Oh god, how she had believed. It was only until it was too late that she realized everything was a lie. Lies meant to set her heart fluttering, to slowing gain her trust and eventually her heart. She had honestly thought that he saw beyond her wealth and name. That for once in her life, someone was genuinely interested in not what access her name would grant, and she had fallen completely and so surely in love that against her better judgment, she had defied her father, sister and cousin to married him.

They never had much intimacies beyond the occasional touching of their hands and a few pecks on the cheeks when he was courting her. What she had mistaken as respect for her father and her family had simply been pure, unaltered disgust. He hated her. Abhorred her. The mere thought of touching her disgusted him. Like everyone else, the only thing he had been interested in was the Hyuuga name. Such simplicity and yet she had got it all wrong. So incredibly wrong.

Her wedding had been the happiest and worst day of her life. She married the man she loved only to realize he didn't love her at all. Her first kiss, her wedding kiss, sent chills down her back and made the hair at the back of her neck stood on ends for an entirely different reason. It didn't send butterflies working in her stomach and didn't leave her breathless. Pressed hard against her own, his lips had been cold and emotionless and his grip on her arms had been crushingly painful. And his eyes…his eyes were filled with so much hatred.

Did you ever cared for me, Sasuke?

For a second, Hinata thought she saw Sasuke cast a fleeting glance over his right shoulder at her window but hastily throw that notion aside. Sasuke didn't care for her. He never did and he never would and it was about time Hinata let go of her past and face the future.

Goodbye, Sasuke. I'm sorry I was not able to make you love me back.