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She had gotten married, secretly, to a detective, Jace Herondale. She was a surgeon at New York Medicare, aka NYMC.

She was the winner of awards for her upstanding work in the medical field. As a surgeon, she didn't want to risk the downfall of her career by getting married. But as she tried not to, she did get married. She had fallen deeply in love with her husband, Jace.

If love at first sight existed, they had it.

Jace, who worked from home in his office sometimes, understood that Clary had work, and was gone long hours. Clary also understood that when Jace locked himself in his office, it was because he was stressing. They understood each other, and it made them love each other more.

But Jace always felt underappreciated by Clary when it came to being public about their relationship.

Whenever they talked about it, it resulted in Jace leaving and going to work at the office building. In those times, he pushed himself harder, getting his mind off his relationship drama. Then, after, he would go to the gym and work out until he felt calm enough to go home.

So, they always ignored this little situation between the two of them. But it was there, keeping them from fully being one couple. One fluid movement. One being, as a married couple should be.

Jace felt that Clary was ashamed of him. Clary was frustrated that he didn't understand.

But they did talk about everything that wasn't that small predicament.

And as for tonight, it started out like any other night.

Clary was cooking dinner. Izzy, her co-worker, best friend, and adopted sister of her husband, was coming over for dinner with her husband, Simon, who also happened to be another one of Clary's best friends.

Jace wrapped his arms around Clary's waist. She laughed, "Jace, I am busy." She scolded playfully. Her voice rippled through the apartment.

"Busy?" He paused before whispering into her ear, "This isn't busy. Busy requires a bed or a counter of some sort." He hugged her closer to him, kissing her neck.

He slid his hands down the front of her pockets. He started rubbing through the cloth, earning a moan from Clary.

He stopped suddenly. Clary whined, her lips pouted. She started to ask why he stopped, but Jace tried grabbing something. She felt him tense behind her, slipping his hands out of her pocket and unfolding a piece of paper.

Clary tensed. Turning around, she looked up to see his eyes growing cold and angry. "What the hell is this?" Jace demanded, his voice strained. Clary's heart beat jumped.

She wasn't scared of her husband. No, they respected each other. But Clary was scared of how this night would unfold.

"Some guy at work gave me his number. No big deal." Clary replied calmly, trying to keep the air around her light and peaceful.

"I wonder why." Jace said harshly, pulling away. His neck was slowly turning red with anger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, knowing exactly what he meant. The air officially shifted, turning from calm - easy to tense and hard.

She sucked in an audible breath.

"I mean, the fact that people just ask you out, when you're married because you refuse to acknowledge it." Jace spat at her, his words venom to her. Purposely trying to hurt her.

"What-" she started, her face getting red with anger. She doesn't acknowledge their marriage, bull shit!

"You treat it as some fling. Secret. No one knows. Is our relationship-marriage so valueless to you that you won't see it as something - something serious enough to tell people?" He looked down at her, his eyes cold, but they still held that small, pinch of love.

"Of course I do. This," she said, motioning her finger between the two of them, "Means everything-"

"After your work." He stopped her. It wasn't a question, but a statement. "You won't tell anyone about our relationship because of your job." He said sternly.

"Yes. I thought you understood that. I love my job - "

He cut her off with a dry, short laugh. It made the hairs on her arms stand up.

"You love your job more than me." He sighed, leaning back on the counter. "Just admit it. That's the one thing that isn't said but is known."

"Our friends are coming soon. Let's talk about this after. Okay?"She replied, ignoring his accusation, that may or may not be true. Was it true? She didn't know. Would she save her marriage or her job?

"See." He said carelessly, he too ignoring her previous statement. "Your thinking it. You won't say it, but you know it. You would do anything for your career." He paused, his face washed over with amusement, but his eyes showed hurt and pain. "You would cheat on me to save your career, wouldn't you? You would divorce me as well. I will always be second." He paused, chuckling. "I bet you already did cheat on me, just to prove you weren't in a relationship."

"I would never cheat on you." She searched his face. Did he really believe that? Her heart felt heavy, sharp pains racked her body. Her own husband - the man she entrusted everything with - actually believed that she would divorce-cheat on him for her job! The thing that hurt the most was that she didn't know what she would choose.

"If you really believe that, then leave. Why are you married to me?" Her eyes were watering. Their fights, no matter how large, had never gotten to the point of divorce.

"Because I can't!" He groaned, he put his hands on her cheeks, hoisting her up on the counter. "You are my soulmate!" His voice softened, but not in a loving, longing way. In a vulnerable, tired way.. "But I am not yours. And I can't leave you. So you have to do it for me." His voice cracked.

Clary felt horrible. She really didn't know what she loved more. She got a high from cutting into the skin of the patient, but she got a high from laughing, talking, and kissing Jace.

"I don't know." Clary sobbed into Jace's hands. He paused before pulling away harshly.

"Figure it out then." He said walking away, grabbing his coat from the rack and keys from the key hanger. "Until then, I won't waste my time with someone who doesn't love me enough to be committed to me."

"Are you going to sleep with someone at some bar?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wouldn't blame him. He feels as if she doesn't care, so why should he. She wouldn't be angry, they probably wouldn't last. He couldn't be with her. And he was so hurt.

Jace stopped in his tracks. He tensed, but said nothing. He continued again, opening the door. Clary crumbled to the ground, sobbing. The only sound coming from the apartment was heart breaking sobs that came from the distraught thirty-four-year old on the floor.

Izzy came barging in, her eyes wide. "Clare! What happened?" Izzy kneeled down in front of her, Simon behind her. "Jace was walking off, anger practically radiating off of him."

"Did he hurt you?" Simon asked cautiously.

"No," she sobbed. "I hurt him. If he hurt me, I would sure as hell fight back." She tried to bring herself up.

"I don't know where he is going. Or who is he going with."

"You mean cheat?" Simon asked completely shocked. Clary nodded.

"I asked if he was going to sleep with someone else, and he didn't say anything. Doesn't matter, I'm not mad. He probably doesn't see this as a real relationship anymore. And I know that he thinks that I think that I cheated on him, and that I don't care."

Jace was just so angry. And when Clary asked about sleeping with someone else, he didn't know. Too Jace, Clary obviously didn't see the relationship as something, so why should he?

He walked into the Pandemonium, a club in Brooklyn. He went straight to the bar and sat down and ordered a Tequila shot.

Soon after he sat down, a woman came up to him. "Hey Jace. Been a while."

"Yeah, Kalie, it has." He nodded in agreement. She and Jace used to be lovers; not anything exclusive, just sex dates.

"You still seeing that girl?" She asked, sitting down next to him.

"If I told you no, would you take me to the back?" He asked, his voice low.

"Of course, just don't tell my new lover." She bit her lip, teasingly.

"But what if I told you I married her?" He asked, his voice husky. Jace felt guilty about doing this, but Clary had hurt him over and over. And he was sure they were getting divorced, even if that broke his heart more than anything else.

She went to his ear, whispering, "Well, in that case, you'll have to try extra hard, you know," she licked his neck "To make me forget that fact." Their lips were millimeters apart, almost touching. Almost cheating.

He moved his hand to her thigh, making her suck in a breath. Then the hand slowly crept up her dress till it reached her underwear, or where it should be. He was very happy to find her in the same state as him.

Aroused.

No one got him as aroused as Clary did, but this would do. Oh, this would do just fine.

"Let's take this to the back." She whispered into his ear. He got up, and she took his hand, guiding him through the bustling, loud and youthful dance floor, and into the 'Restricted Access' room.

Little did he know that someone was watching him. They watched Jace as he was taken to the back room. They watched him as he flirted and seduced a woman.

They slipped into the room behind the distracted couple.

They heard the conversation.

They knew the information.

And they were prepared to strike.

Jace and Kalie were filling the rooms with their moans and grunts that came from the loud passionate sex they were having. Their clothes had come off, being flung throughout the room.

Jace imagined Clary scraping her nails down his back instead of Kalie, but this was enough for him to forget the pain, the hurt, the betrayal.

The pleasure over took him, blocking out everything except the moans that came from the two of them, so naturally, he didn't hear the shuffling of people walking in, or the quiet, but apparent, sound of the door opening and closing, or the click of the gun (A/N: I don't know how guns work).

All he heard other than their sounds was the gun firing, and Kalie's scream as he got shot in the chest. After that, everything went black for Jace.