Phillip's POV:
I practically run to the tent so I'm not late, already in a sweat after having to practically strap Anne down to our bed. Not that I liked having to leave her, but she needed to rest.

A few hours later, I'm talking to Lettie and W.D. about some readjustments for the next set of shows, when all of us hear the loudest scream ever. "PHILLIP ARTHUR CARLYLE, I AM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU!!" Wait, I recognize that voice. Anne!! Wait, she snuck out, even after I told her to stay at home!?!? Oh, she says she's going to kill me, talk about the other way around.

W.D. and Lettie try to hold me back, but I take off sprinting. "ANNE CATHERINE WHEELER, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!?!?" I yell out. I ran to the performance area. At this point, everyone in the whole show was following me.

I look around the performance area, but I don't see Anne anywhere. All of a sudden, I feel someone run up behind me and jump on top of me, causing me to fall over.

"Phillip!"

"Anne, what are you doing here? You need rest!" I was still yelling, but I lowered my volume.

"When were you planning on telling me about THIS!?" Anne waved a piece of paper in my face. A familiar piece of paper, it was, with familiar handwriting.

"Anne, I-"

"You knew it was a setup, and you couldn't tell me?" She practically screams.

"Anne, I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to worry about it. I promise I was going to tell you when I had more information. I still can't believe anyone would want to hurt you."

"Well I can." She sighed. "And, Phillip? You do realize you just hurt me." Her voice cracks, and now so does my heart. "You know what, Phillip?"

"What?" I asked.

"The only thing that could hurt more than falling off of a rope many feet in the air is not knowing if you can ever trust the guy you love again. So thanks, Phillip. You made that first thing hurt a little less." And then she stormed out.

Anne's POV
I can't believe Phillip. He's better than this. I'm better than this. We're better together.

But how can I ever fully trust him again? Does he not think I'm strong enough to take the hate? What would happen when he came home tonight?

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen with our engagement. I just had to pray we'd turn out alright.

I still have hours before Phillip should get home. That is if he doesn't come home early...

I take some time at home, just sitting in the bed where we first told each other that we loved each other, the bed where we would spend hours and hours just cuddling and telling each other about how we wanted our futures to look. I didn't realize that I had started crying.

Then I realized something. I wasn't really mad at Phillip. I don't know what got into me. I made a promise to myself that I would try my hardest to trust him, and today, I broke that promise. I made sure that I was going to never break that promise again.

Phillip's POV:
About an hour later, I cannot stop thinking about how stupid it was of me to not tell the woman I have loved for what feels like years something so important? I was going to make up with Anne when I got home. I then decided to take the rest of the day off, because this was way too important to wait. I open the door to see that all our lights are off.

"Anne!"

"Phillip?" I hear her soft voice.

"Yeah, I'm here."

I slowly make my way up to our room, and the door is closed.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes." I heard her sniffle.

I slowly enter our room. "I'm sorry, Anne. I just didn't want to make you feel any worse about yourself. But it wasn't a good decision."

"Thank you, Phillip. But I'm sorry too. I overreacted.

"You also probably shouldn't have snuck out after I told you not to" I reply

"I am sorry about that too"

"I love you, Carlyle."

"I love you, future Mrs. Carlyle."