a/n: I do not own Degrassi. This was totally inspired by an idea by MakingFrenchFriesInTheSnow so this whole thing is dedicated to that author. Hope you guys enjoy. It will be as awesome as my other story. I will also be writing more Eclare stuff. enjoy!

I cannot spend another night in this home
I close my eyes and take a breath real slow
The consequence is if I leave I'm alone
But what's the difference when you beg for love?

Adam Torres watched helplessly as his wife tossed all of her belongings into her pink plaid luggage with animosity and refused to look at her husband. Becky Baker-Torres could not spend another night in this home so she was leaving. She had even told Adam she was going to leave if something did not change, She could not take being treated like trash any longer.

Adam had pledged to love her for their whole lives, but she found him fucking another woman in their own bed. She could have forgiven him if it had been something meaningless, but this affair had been going on for months. She had first found proof when she found all the messages on his phone and the unexplained staying out late for no reason almost every night. Adam was messing around on Becky with Imogen Moreno, a good friend of Adam's best friend. Someone who Becky had kind of known when they were all still at Degrassi. She could not just dismiss this woman away because she knew the face. Imogen had been inside of her home, had attended her dinner parties, and Imogen had been a guest at Becky and Adam's wedding almost four months ago. This was not something Becky could just pray away when her husband had knowingly paraded his mistress in his poor wife's face. Becky had believed in the sanctity of marriage with her whole heart and Adam just crushed that belief. She had believed in it because of her love for Adam, all of the hardships they faced. Becky and Adam were supposed to be strong enough to survive anything, but not even a perfect woman like Becky could let go of such a slap to the face.

"I will never see her again. I swear it to you. Just please don't leave," Adam begged her, trying to put away the clothes she was packing. He tried to carry them back to the closet or the dresser, but Becky just snatched them back. She wasn't going to listen, but Adam hoped to slow her down. "I love you, not her. I made a mistake."

Becky scoffed. "A mistake is forgetting my birthday. Fucking another woman in our marriage bed is unforgivable. There are some things that even God has a hard time forgiving, Adam." She closed her first finished suitcase and placed it by the bedroom door. She still had three more to pack before her brother would be arriving to pick her up. So much to do and so little time it seemed. She had already packed all of her makeup and hair products, but she still had a decent amount of her wardrobe still needing to be packed up.

Adam sat on the edge of the bed, running his finger along the edge of the light blue comforter Becky had bought right before they moved on. He remembered how she had fallen in love with the robin egg blue of the comforter and how fluffy it was. Adam also couldn't help but remember the first time he laid Becky down upon the comforter and made love to her. He had done the same with Imogen, but that was not the same. He loved Becky, Imogen was just a way to kill time. Adam could distinguish the difference between the two women, which he thought meant something.

His wife countinued packing her things away, shooting death glares at her husband whenever possible. Becky felt like she had given so much to Adam, that she had changed herself. Becky held steadfast to her faith in God, but she had also learned to put her faith in Adam. She had learned to look past the fact he was born a woman. Becky loved Adam, not who he had been. It wasn't fair for everything she had done, this was the result... her husband begging her to forgive his infidelity. Her life had become some really bad cheesy drama and she was done.

"Tell me how I can make this better," Adam pleaded for the thousandth time, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Becky could see the sadness and regret in his blue eyes, but it was much too late for those to mean anything at all.

Becky closed her suitcase, ignoring Ada. She quickly packed her last bag and carried them downstairs. Adam trailed behind, crying and asking her to reconsider. Anything, he promised. He even tried to grab the suitcases, but Becky angrily pushed him away.

Adam closed his eyes and took a breath real slow. "Please stay."

"No," Becky replied and flung open the front door, leaving Adam staring after the place where Becky stood long after she left.

Adam Torres used to look in the mirror and see glimpses of Gracie. He grew angry when he remembered the way it felt when Gracie was still around, the self hatred and helplessness. Adam had finally moved past Gracie when his surgeries were completed two years ago. He was a twenty two year old man in every sense of the word. For some it would not be a big deal, but it meant everything to Adam. His mom had sheltered him so much in high school for his own protection, but Adam was fine now. He looked in the mirror and saw himself, which was all Adam had longed for his whole life. No more chest binders or pee cups. Adam Torres was all man.

Maybe he was drawn to Imogen because she made him feel like such a man. Becky was amazing. She was his wife and he loved her more than anything. Really, he did. But Imogen had this way of running his fingers along his back and making him shiver. Imogen looked at him with pure animal lust and let him fuck her brains out. The rush was addictive, like a really terrible drug. Everything was so messed up for Adam right now. He loved his wife and wanted her to come back home, but he had just texted Imogen to see if she wanted to meet up later. She had replied "sure ;)" and they were on for an evening rendezvous.

Being alone really sucked. Adam sat on the couch, playing the newest Assassin's Creed on his X box. Video games gave him a way to escape and not think about how his wife wasn't here to make dinner or fold his socks. It also helped him to avoid the even worse thoughts of realization that he was the one who drove Becky away. Adam could just shoot people in the game and behave as though nothing else mattered.

Drew had tried to call and Eli had sent him a million texts. Both were worried because they had not heard from Adam in a few days. Drew waned to plan a video game night and Eli wanted to just hang out. Adam deleted the texts and missed calls, not interested in telling his brother or best friend what a mess his life had become.

Becky looked around her childhood bedroom and wanted to cry. She had packed away of her childhood belongings when she had gone away to college and her mom had converted her bedroom into a craft studio. When Becky called in hysterics about Adam and the affair, her mother soothed Becky and said she was welcome to come back home. Her mother took the time to redecorate the room in a way Becky loved with pastel pinks and ivory everywhere. The room was very tastefully done and reminded Becky of the bedroom she had when she was younger. The bright pinks and princess themed décor. It seemed so hard to believe she was twenty two years old and living at home once again. Becky had prayed to God for guidance, but the answers were yet to be revealed.

"Becky, honey?" Her mom gently knocked on the door and then opened it. She smiled when she saw Becky holding a Bible. "Always the best place to find the answers to those rough questions."

Becky smiled sadly, placing the Bible back on the bedside table. "I am not sure what I am looking for, to be honest. Maybe the why or a way to make my heart stop hurting so much," she told her mother, Anna.

Anna sat down next to her youngest child and placed a hand on Becky's knee. "Marriage is never easy. There are always bumps, but the Lord provides you with a cushion."

Here was the part where Becky seemed to lose her faith in God. She had believed in Him her whole life, and now she felt alone. During the one time she needed God most, it seemed as though he was nowhere in sight or mind. Becky had pledged to love and honor Adam, for better or worse. But... the worse was never supposed to be this damaging.

"I know, Mom. This is just so hard." Tears began to fall from Becky's eyes as she held onto her mom's hand.

"I understand, but you did the right thing by leaving. A marriage cannot stand on a foundation of deceit."

Becky nodded. "I love Adam. I do. But if I go...and decide not to make this work... the consequence if I leave, I'm alone. I don't have someone to take care of me. I really don't think I could be alone, Mom..."

Anna wiped her daughter's tears away. "You are going to make this work. God believes in marriage, not divorce. You were raised better than that, Becky Baker."

"Torres," Becky automatically corrected, suddenly remembering the sweet way Adam snored. Torres was her name now. She became Adam's wife, which made her a Torres. She had meant forever when she took those vows, but nothing seemed the same anymore. She was not the same girl she had been when she met Adam all those years ago and she was no longer the bright eyed newlywed.

Becky Torres was at a crossroad and needed to make the most difficult decision of her life. Was she going to stick to the values she had her whole life and pretend like the affair never happened? Or was she going to be the strong woman she had become and leave behind the man who had betrayed her most terribly?

She would be alone if she left alone, but what was the difference if she was begging for love? She had begged Adam to lover her and he responded by fucking some other woman.

So many choices to make.