Peyton's heels tapped impatiently on the floor.

'Are you sure your husbands coming?'

She glanced at the wall clock, he was nearly an hour late and she was more than pissed off. She smiled apologetically at the man before her and opened her mouth to speak.

'Sorry, sorry I'm late' the door suddenly flew open.

Peyton rolled her eyes at his utter incompetence. 'You're late Lucas'

'I know and I just said I was sorry' He didn't even look at her as he sunk into the chair beside her.

'Well now that you're both here, we can get started' The man slid a document across the table to Lucas. 'Ms Scott's already signed so I just need you to do the same right here'

'I'm not signing anything'

'Urgh' Peyton groaned exasperatedly, her chair screeching against the wooden floorboards as she got up. 'Lucas' She hissed. 'Don't start' She warned. 'We've been through this. Sign the damn thing'

'I'm not signing anything . You're my wife and I want to keep it that way'

A laugh of disbelief left her mouth. 'You're unbelievable Lucas.'

'You too Peyton Scott' He smiled indifferently.

'Sign it' She growled.

'Peyton I still love you, I don't want this and I'm sure as hell not going to just throw away our life together'

'Our life?' She sniggered. 'You've been sleeping on the sofa for the last six months'

'Baby, who's fault is that?'

'Don't baby me. It's your own bleeding fault, all of this is your fault' She snapped impatiently.

'Maybe you two need more time to discuss this?'

'No/Yes' The two blondes responded simultaneously.

'Lucas I've waited long enough for this- you promised, just sign' She ordered.

'I'm not doing that'

'Can we do this without his signature? ' Peyton queried desperately.

'I'm afraid if Mr Scott doesn't want to sign then you'll have to file for a hearing'

She sunk back into her chair, dropping her head into her hands. 'How long will that take?'

'It all depends, it could take months or potentially several years- which is why it's best if this can happen amicably, which is why I'm suggesting you take some time to try and sort out your differences'

'I can't be married to him any longer' Peyton shook her head. 'I want a divorce, I just want to move on with my life' She glowered toward her husband. 'What are you planning on doing Luke? Keeping me locked up?'

'If I have to' He chuckled, swallowing his laughter at the disapproving look he was getting from their attorney. 'I was kidding…' He mumbled.

She snorted. 'You've already managed to destroy eight years of my life, can't you just let me finally be happy?'

'Are you kidding? Peyton, you're only ever happy with me'

'Hum' She bit her bottom lip, eyes cast upward pensively. 'Yeah I don't recall being all that happy when you fucking spent all our savings on a freaking yacht or when you bought us a house without even telling me and did I mention when you slept with your fucking editor.'

'Peyton-' He stood up, trying to place a comforting hand on her arm, but got a whack in response.

'I hate you and I want you out of my life'

'I can file you for a hearing Ms Scott?' The attorney looked at her sympathetically. 'If infidelity is the issue we should be able to get the judge to sign without any difficulty'.

'No' Lucas abruptly grabbed her wrist. 'Sweetie' He cringed as her eyes narrowed, un-amused by his term of endearment and his hold on her arm. 'Come on, we're meant to be going to Tree Hill on Friday-'

She shook her head. 'No, you're going to Tree Hill, me? I'm planning on staying right here'. Her eyes darted to the flustered man, sat behind his desk. 'Mr Chandler I want to file for a hearing' She nodded assertively.

'Ok'

'Peyton' Lucas snapped, his eyes frantically on the man's hand, that was scrawling something down. He swallowed thickly. 'What are you writing?'

'I'm just making a note of everything that's happened during our meeting. Ms Scott I have all your details so you can expect a letter in the following couple of weeks with a court date' She nodded her thanks, quickly picking her bag up and distancing herself from a fuming Lucas.

'Thank you for your help' She offered Mr Chandler a small smile, before hurrying our of the office, Lucas hot on her tail.

'Where are you going?'

'Home'

He nodded, following her into the lift.

'Where are you going?' She retorted.

'Home' He smiled arrogantly.

'Urgh, I want you to get all of your stuff and move out'

'How is that fair? It's my apartment just as much as it is yours'

She crossed her arms, groaning out of frustration.

'And even if you don't want to admit it- we're still married Peyton, for now anyway' He grinned successfully and on reflex her hand smacked him square in the chest. 'Aw, I love you too honey' He held her fingers over his heart for a few seconds.

'Get off' She growled, yanking her hand free from his restraints, relieved when the lift doors opened.

'Did you bring the car?' He jogged after her.

'What's it to you?'

'I wouldn't mind getting a lift, I came on the subway straight from a meeting'

'No way'

'Don't be a bitch'

'I'm not, I just don't like scum like you sitting in my car. Find your own way home' Lucas let out an exasperated breath as he watched her storm toward the basement of the building. He contemplated following her but decided she could benefit from some space. Maybe he'd go get take out and surprise her, it was there anniversary after all but this certainly wasn't how he'd imagined he'd be celebrating his marriage to his beloved wife.