A/N: Thought I'd try something out. Tell me what you think. I'm going to go ahead and put out some warnings for you all:

This is a cheat fic.

There will be talk of suicide.

It will have a HEA.

This is fiction, so I am taking a lot of liberties. Some of the places will be real, because I'm an SF baby at heart.

The only thing I can give you now is a synopsis, but I'm letting my mind write this one. You don't like it, then please leave me page.

Full Synopsis:

As Mrs. Rodriguez, Ana was the perfect wife. She hosted her husband's business associates. She was at every function that he was featured in. She smiled for the cameras and glanced the other way whenever a woman got too close to her husband. Behind her frozen smile was a woman crying out for help. But, she could never complain, or show weakness. There were too many people watching her, and as the police chief's wife, that was her duty. Christian Grey was a man who got everything he wanted. He ran in both legal, and illegal circuits, and his name was respected in the legal world, and feared in the underground. He had money, he had cars, he had countless homes, and could go anywhere in the world. However he was missing one thing; the girl.

That girl may be Ana.

Let's get into it ladies!

We're going to start by listening to Kyoto by Boney James (LOL you're welcome)

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San Francisco was beautiful.

I'd never knew I would fall in love with a city such as this. The people, the ease of living, the sights. The fact that you could do whatever, say and be whomever, and no one not cared. I knew a lot of people that fell in love with New York the moment they crossed the bridge. I couldn't relate. Though I wasn't born here, I would always love this city with the fog, and cool air. That was why it was so hard for me to leave.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

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"Ana. Ana, I need you over here!"

Pasting on my fake smile, I turned to my husband of four years and strode over to him. City hall had been crowded on this evening of the black and white ball. It was the a-list event of the season, and everyone was trying to find their seats quickly before anything started. Thankfully, I had reserved our seating, so it was no surprise that there was a rush in the crowd. It seemed no matter the occasion, people always wanted to be the first to witness anything out of the ordinary. I myself was becoming tired of the event, and it hadn't even started yet.

I did not sign up for this crap.

"Yes dear," I said as I wrapped a proprietary arm around Jose's thick one. Pushing my hair away from his face, he studied me intently. I felt myself embarassed at his close scrutiny, and hoped he wouldn't say anything in front of his co-workers.

Please Jose, do not do this to me again.

I thought I was home free until-

"You wore the color pink. I asked if you could wear the red. It compliments my suit." Flushing in shame, I avoided eye contact with the three men standing around us, and lowered my voice.

"I didn't hear that. I'm so sorry. It's still a pretty dress, right?" I asked instead, pretending to not be bothered by it. Jose frowned before running his eyes over me. Like I was some piece of meat.

"I guess."

One of the men had cleared their throat, and I couldn't help but see pity in all their gazes as they changed the subject. I felt myself tearing up, and hating for being affected by Jose and his fickle demeanor so early in the evening. Once the man-I didn't know his name because Jose never gave me a chance to actually speak with them-finished speaking, his grip on my arm tightened before he whispered in my ear, with his smile in place.

"Since you can't follow simple instructions, can you at least head to our seats? Make sure that we are front and center and stay put until I come. Do you understand?"

Afraid to say anything for fear of breaking down I nodded. Once he released my arm, he caressed my face as if he whispered something lovely to me, and to keep the peace I pretended to enjoy it. Nodding to the men, I turned on my heel, and was intent on heading to the dining hall, else face Jose's wrath.

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An hour later, the event had begun. The speaker of the night was very easy-going, yet smart. I enjoyed his candor immensely. It was my opinion that people of a certain wealth took themselves too seriously. It was honestly ridiculous, and I felt the more feathers he ruffled, the better. I was about to laugh at his next joke when I felt Jose's fingers digging into my thigh. He leaned over and hissed at me.

"You're making me look terrible. Stop laughing like a hyena at everything the man is saying." I bit my lip to prevent myself from crying out at the monster my husband was. When he removed his fingers from my thigh I nodded quickly.

"I'm sorry."

Once he was satisfied that I wasn't laughing, he turned his attention to the very busty blonde sitting to his right.

Hmm. The mistress and wife sitting together.

I almost vomited when I saw her run her hand over his thigh lovingly. My eyes widened however at her audacity to kiss his cheek while I was sitting right beside him. I know my eyes must've showed my disbelief, because she froze a bit before pulling away. I heard Jose whisper to her words that shook me to my core.

"Don't worry about her. She's just my wife."

Slumping back into my chair, I glanced for a microsecond at Jose before blinking back tears. I don't know what happened, but I felt as if I'd been beaten to this small person. That I didn't matter. And how could Jose treat me this way? I gave all of myself to him, and what does he do? Treat me like I'm trash.

People were laughing around me, and I felt completely lost and alone. I glanced about the room, my eyes looking for an exit, when they froze on a man that was looking directly at me.

Holy cow.

In my life I had never seen a man so beautiful.

Wild, dark brown hair mixed in with tinges of red. A sculpted face, with full lips. An aristocratic nose. Broad shouldered, and tall. I couldn't quite place his eye color, but my guess was that they had to be a dark color. He never once broke eye contact with me, but I could see the concern in his gaze. I suddenly felt embarrassed. More so than before.

He must've seen my interaction with Jose.

Unable to take anymore of this humiliation, I stood. Because our table was in the center of the room, I knew Jose wouldn't cause a scene. He only turned to me, asking where I was going. I did not answer him. Instead I left. I know I would face consequences later, but I didn't care. So focused on leaving, I failed to notice the man by the exit quietly following behind me.

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I'll stop it here. Tell me what you think. LOL