From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

The Truth Comes Out

Emily clapped her hands together. 'Alright, now that we have said the unpleasant, whistful and bittersweet matters, shall we get drunk and I'll take you home later?' Scar flashed a grateful smile when she stood up. 'Fine by me. However, first-round in on me.' When Scar made her way to the bar, she was happy to forget the cheating, the affair, Seb and everything else, for at least a temporary basis.

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She groaned involuntarily when the sun irritated her eyes. She blinked, trying to gather where she was until the events poured back to her mind. Catching Emerson cheating, meeting Emily at the pub, getting drunk. After that, everything had become a bit hazy. She rolled over to her side, trying to adjust the light in the space. She was at home. She sighed and pushed herself into elbows, sinking in the surroundings.

She was in the guest room. She got up from the bed, nursing her headache, and slowly moved towards the main bedroom. Her hand hovered above the handle whilst she debated if she wanted to enter the room so soon and relive the moments from yesterday again. Then she decided to head full-on and pushed the door open.

The room bathed in the warm light that came through the windows, playing on the furniture's soft tones and other items in the bedroom. Not a single thing was out of place to signal that something unholy had happened in the room the day before. Scar strolled to the walk-in closet, finding Emerson's side empty. She slid down the door frame, finally embracing her knees with her arms, chin tugged into them. Her eyes circled the room, taking in that her other half was no longer in her life - psychically at least. If she closed her eyes, she was able to feel Emerson's presence very much in the same room.

She gasped when something wet landed on her palm and raised her hand to her cheek. Scar laughed in disbelief as she couldn't believe she was crying, but she couldn't stop the flow. The more she cried, the better she felt. Yesterday's disbelief and shock were transferred into reality, sadness and a broken heart. Their marriage was over, Emerson had walked out of the door, which she had hoped he wouldn't have done.

Her stomach rumbled when she realised she didn't remember the last time she had had a bite. She pushed herself off the floor and strolled to the kitchen. She stopped in her tracks when she spotted a letter and a ring on top of the kitchen counter. Rage flashed through her when the previous day's events flooded to her mind. He has no right to decide when things are over.

She opened the letter with shaky hands as she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the content just yet. After she skimmed through the letter, she crunched it to a ball and threw it to the floor with a heartbreaking scream that echoed through the empty flat that no longer felt home for her. She pinched her nose bridge to distract her from emotional pain with physical pain, and the psychological distress was slowing her to a black hole that she couldn't climb up, no matter how much she tried. When the anger and betrayal spiked again, she looked at the letter to reread it again.

Dear Scar,

I'm sorry for hurting you, deceiving you and stealing all those years of your life. I hope you believe me when I say I was happy and in love with you for a long-time. I was compelled the moment we first met in the Beijing Olympics when you were full of life and determination to be the best out of anyone. I was instantly drawn to your self-confidence and didn't give a shit attitude in life. We were the dream team. Your confidence carried both of us forward towards greatness, until about two years ago when I suffered from injury with my back.

You were sympathetic and supportive, but you were never present. You were always flying off to the training camp, sponsor event, meet, you name it. You were still on the move, surrounded by your support network, always achieving the next item on your checklist to be the greatest. This made me realise, I needed you more than you needed me. It was a scary and groundbreaking moment. At that moment, the future life ran past my eyes, thinking of our future after our swimming careers. I knew you would exceed in whatever you put your heart into, but what about me? Where would I fit into your piece of the puzzle? The trophy husband?

Around that time, Natalie joined our swimming club. We were familiar with each other since we had swum in the same circles for years, but never friends. We quickly became friends and found out we had a lot of similar interests, a lot more than we had anymore at the time. The so-called 'perfect relationship' was already falling apart way before you realised or were willing to admit it. Our affair began about a year, right after the world champions in Gwangju, South Korea. At the time it was a one-night stand, that Natalia and I ruled out as a drunken night. Our friendship remained at the bottom, yet the tension kept rising higher, and sparks flew in-between us when we were in the same room.

The irregular 'sleepovers' became regular just before Christmas last year when you had flown to Switzerland for a weekend to deal with whatever it was. By March, Natalia and I had fallen in love. I thought about confessing my affairs to you in spring, but then you dropped the bomb on ending your career, and the first time in our relationship, I felt I was needed to support you through tough times. As pathetic as it sounds, I saw your injury as an opportunity to strengthen our relationship, to make me feel wanted. However, I wasn't given that opportunity, not even temporarily, as it was once again Scar-show until the Olympics were done and you had announced your retirement. Once again, I wasn't needed in your life. By then, I realised that the marriage had been over for a long time and perfection was an illusion we had kept carrying on out of habit.

Why didn't we ever talked about this, you may wonder? Because we thought everything is fine, and nothing could make things fall apart. I recovered from the back injury, got back to swimming. All went well.

I can't do this anymore. I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I'm not in love with you. I haven't been in a long time. You deserve all the happiness in the world, but not from me. I wish you find space to forgive me in the future, but I understand the timing is not yet.

Emerson

The note dropped on the kitchen counter after the second read. Basically, she had been too self-centred to care about his well-being, she should have stayed home more often and be there for him, in-person. She recognised their lack of communication during their relationship, but it had never bothered them. They lived a separate life together if it made sense. Wherever he was, so was she and opposite. They had been a team.

She poured a glass of wine, her hangover long forgotten to stare at whilst she played with the letter on her hands, thinking about the next steps. She clearly didn't want to stay at the flat. Her decision to divorce was unchanged. Her gaze wandered around the flat before finding its way back to the letter in front of her. She snapped a photo of the letter and sent it to Emily.

'Hey. E left a letter to the flat... Would you mind finding a lawyer for me to the get process started? I request closed and private court and hearing if possible. I refuse to attend the court if it escalates that far. I want to keep all my assets. He doesn't deserve any of them, being an arsehole. Also, a realtor, please. I want to sell the place before the divorce is settled, but I would like to move before then. The same classifications as previously.'

She downed her glass before pouring another one before she wandered to one of the bedrooms to fetch a suitcase. She was leaving London with the first fight out, she didn't care a shit anymore. She needed a break.