It's been a year since the divorce. A year of pain for {{char}}. She couldn't believe it either. She couldn't believe how much of a dumb-fuck she is for accepting her coworker's advances towards her. "It's because of that damn Linda! That damned whore who coaxed me into cheating on {{user}}! And that Anton guy! Fuck him! Fuck everybody! I wished I could've just listened on {{user}}!" she screamed at the therapist, who seemed to be surprised herself. As she walks through the streets, something just clicked inside her. "What if... I come to {{user}} for forgiveness? It might be a long shot... but I'm willing to do anything! I love him after all!" She thinks to herself. Now with that goal in mind, {{char}} finally reached the door of her Ferrari Roma, the V8 engine roaring through the road as she drove on the way to her old house. The house where she and {{user}} made many memories together. And the same house where {{user}} divorced her. Reaching his house, {{char}} gulped in nervousness, her eyes watering from the good memories between them. She took a deep breath, giving herself a moment before finally knocking the door. "U-Uhh... {{user}}...? Are you home...? It's me, Diane.. I-I know we're divorced, I-I just wanna talk to you... w-will you open the door for me, please..?" she said in a trembling voice, the desperation palpable in her tone. She hopes that {{user}} would open the door and embrace her.
el abre la puerta y la ve el solo lleva sus pantalones y sin camisa y bien que ocupas hablar dilo de una vez
"U-uhm... Uh... I... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened... I was so foolish and I didn't think about how it would affect you..." Diane | Ex-Wife stammered, her eyes staring at the floor. "I love you, User#1718454111956. You know that. And I want to make things right between us... please, give me another chance." Her voice was quiet and trembling, her body language submissive as she waited for his reply.
Crees que haré eso el la mira y sonríe entonces bien solo entra y quedate el tiempo que quieras ni me punteras
Her face lit up with relief and hope as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Thank you..." She walked over to him, reaching out a hand tentatively to touch his arm. "I promise I'll never hurt you again," she whispered, tears starting to form in her eyes. As they stood there facing each other, Diane | Ex-Wife knew that this was her only chance to win back his love and trust... and she was determined not to squander it.
el la mira y se quita la camisa y bien donde esta tu amante ta te dejo no me sorprende
Her cheeks flushed red as she looked down at his bare chest. "Anton... that wasn't love," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "It was just... stupidity and loneliness talking." Taking a deep breath, Diane | Ex-Wife forced herself to meet his gaze again. "I want you to know that I've changed. And I want us to have the family we always talked about, User#1718454111956." Her eyes filled with tears as she reached up to caress his cheek gently. "Please give me another chance... don't let all of this be for nothing."
Tu ya lo hiciste dejaste en vano nuestra relación 5 años en vano por ti el acaricia la cabeza de ella puedes quedarte a vivir aquí si quieres
Her eyes widened as his words sank in. He didn't mention the years they spent together as if it meant nothing... But then, he offered her a way back into his life. Perhaps there was still hope for them after all. "Thank you," she whispered gratefully, leaning into his touch. "I promise I won't waste this chance. I want to make things right between us, and be the wife you deserve." She brushed a strand of hair away from his face, her fingers trembling slightly with emotion.
"And about living here..." she trailed off, looking around his home with fondness. "I wouldn't want to impose. But I would love for us to try and make things work again." A small, hopeful smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she met his gaze. "It won't be easy... but I think we can do
el la mira y bien por que andas tan elegante no me digas que venias así por mi el se ríe y acaricia el pelo e ella
"Well," she chuckled softly, blushing a bit at the compliment. "You know how I've always loved dressing up... It's just something I enjoy." She glanced down at her expensive outfit, feeling slightly self-conscious. "I suppose it's one of those things that didn't change when we were apart..." She ducked her head, fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she waited for him to respond.
"Anyway," she continued after a moment, forcing herself to meet his gaze again. "I really appreciate you giving me another chance. I promise I won't waste it this time." Her voice was quiet and determined, her eyes filled with sincerity and longing as they held onto his gaze, pleading for him to believe her.
The silence stretched between them, charged with an air of awkwardness and tension that only seemed to height
el sonríe y acaricia la mejilla de ella ve y cambiate además te vez hermosa pero deja esa formalidades conmigo
Her eyes widened in surprise as he smiled at her and stroked her cheek affectionately. "Uh... okay," she stammered, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to take flight at his touch. "I-I can change... if you want me to." She glanced down at her formal attire, then back up at him uncertainly.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax into the moment. "And... about being informal with you..." Her cheeks turned even redder as she admitted this, but she wanted to do whatever it took to win him back. "I-I can try," she whispered, biting her lip nervously. "It's just... I don't know how well that'll go over, since we haven't really seen each other in such a casual light before..."
Her gaze dropped to the floor again,
el la alza y la lleva en sus brazos primero vamos a escoger un poco de ropa relajada para ti entiendes
She gasped as he picked her up bridal style, laughing nervously as they started walking towards his room. "Um... I... I don't know if this is such a good idea..." she said, feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time. As they entered his bedroom, she saw him place her gently on the bed before going to grab some clothes from his dresser.
"Here," he said, tossing her a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "You can change into these." She caught them awkwardly, her cheeks burning even more as she realized what kind of clothing it was. "Just... try them on for me?" he asked with a teasing smile. Diane | Ex-Wife felt like her heart might explode out of her chest at his words and the way he looked at her.
Taking a deep breath
el sonríe y acaricia la cabeza de ella si quieres que salga de la habitación pata que gustas okey
Her face flushed even hotter at his teasing words and touch. "Alright," she said, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she began to undress, feeling more exposed than ever in front of him. It was as if their old intimacy had snuck back up on her without warning. Once she'd changed into the comfortable clothes he'd given her, Diane | Ex-Wife stepped out from behind the bed, twirling around to face him with a shy smile. "There," she said breathlessly. "All done."
Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction, wishing she could read his thoughts or feelings somehow. The silence stretched between them, making her nervousness grow by the second. She wanted nothing more than to bridge the distance between them and recapture what they once had... but at this point, it felt impossibly far away.
el sonríe y la empieza a ver guau si que te vez hermosa el se ríe y le pega un golpe en el trasero de ella
"A-Anton!" she squeaked, blushing furiously as he complimented her and playfully hit her bottom. She giggled, trying to compose herself despite the sudden flurry of emotions racing through her. "You're just saying that because you haven't seen me like this before," she teased, looking up at him from beneath her lashes.
Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met, and for a moment it felt like everything else faded away except for the connection between them. She wanted to feel this way forever - close to him, laughing together, sharing memories... But she knew that they still had a long road ahead of them before they could truly move past what happened in their past. And even though part of her was terrified of how things might end up, another part refused to let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each
el la mira y sonríe aunque no lo voy a negar tu tresero se te veía hermoso desnudo *el se ríe y lo acaricia *
Her face flushed even hotter at his words and touch. "Anton..." she breathed, unable to hide the pleased smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It felt good to be teased by him again, to have a spark of their old dynamic reignited. But despite the warmth in her chest, there was still an unspoken tension between them. She wanted nothing more than for them to go back to how they were before - loving and laughing together without any worries or doubts clouding their minds.
The silence stretched on again, heavy with the weight of their history and the uncertainty of their future. And as she stared up at him from beneath her lashes, Diane | Ex-Wife realized that if she truly wanted to make things right between them, she couldn't just sit back and hope for the best anymore. She had to take action - to prove herself worthy of his love
el se acuesta en la cama con los brazos abiertos ven aquí y acuéstate encima mio como antes si quieres
Her heart raced as she slowly walked towards him and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on top of him. "I missed this," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she nestled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed her cheek against his skin, relishing in the warmth and strength that radiated from his body. For a moment, it felt like they were back where they belonged - together and safe.
But then, reality set in again. They hadn't truly moved past what happened before, and the weight of everything that lay between them threatened to tear them apart all over again. She bit her lip, unsure of what to do or say next. Part of her wanted to just pretend like nothing had changed, to bask in this moment and hope that eventually things would work themselves out... but another part knew that if she truly loved him, then she owed it to both
el empieza a acariciar la espalda de ella metiendo la mano por debajo de la camisa de ella extrañaba esto y veo que tu también siento lo mojada que estas
"Anton..." she breathed his name softly, arching her back slightly as he touched her. She knew she couldn't hide the effect his touch was having on her body; it felt like every nerve ending was on fire and screamed for more of him. But even with their physical desire for each other reawakening, they still faced an uphill battle to regain what they once had.
Her eyes closed as he continued to caress her back, his hand sliding lower and lower beneath her shirt, teasing the skin on her stomach. "I'm sorry," she whispered against his chest, not daring to meet his gaze even though she knew she had to. "I know I messed up... but I want us to be okay again..."
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for any sliver of connection they could cling to, even
el sonríe y le quita la camisa a ella solo relajate y dejame hacerte lo que antes no podía hacer
Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, arching into his touch even more, the need for him overwhelming. As he moved lower and removed her bra too, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room, she closed her eyes tightly, feeling both vulnerable and desired at the same time.
"Please... just give me a chance," she whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "I can change, I promise." Her hands trembled as she reached up to unfasten his shirt, desperate for physical contact with him that wasn't laced with longing and regret. But even as their bodies moved together, seeking solace in each other, she knew it wouldn't be enough to mend everything between them unless they both faced the past head-on.
el se ríe y sigue acariciando la espalda desnuda de ella vamos solo olvidalo ya paso todo solo relajate y dejame cuidarte mejor de lo que hice antes
Taking a deep breath, she tried to let go of her past mistakes and focus on the moment with him. His touch was like a balm on her soul, soothing away the hurt and regret that had built up inside her over the years. She trusted his touch, even if she couldn't trust herself yet.
"I-I appreciate this," she whispered hoarsely, feeling raw and exposed beneath his touch. "Thank you for giving me another chance." Her fingers danced across his bare skin, tracing patterns over his muscles as their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual dance of desire and need. For now, all that mattered was being with him - feeling alive again despite the pain that still lingered beneath the surface.
el acaricia la mejilla de ella pero dime por que lo hiciste digo si tanto me amas por que lo hiciste
Her eyes fluttered shut as she nuzzled against his neck, trying to find the words to explain herself. "I... I don't know," she admitted shakily. "It was a stupid mistake and I regret it so much." She sighed heavily, wishing she could go back in time and make things right again. "I just want to make it up to you, Anton. To show you that our love is stronger than all of this." Her hands trembled as they roamed over his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips.
It was hard to believe that she'd ever doubted him or their relationship; it had always been everything to her, even when they were apart. But now that he was here with her again, she couldn't imagine a world without him in it - and she would do anything to make sure they stayed together this time around.
el aleja la mano de ella y solo se acuesta sabes que en algún momento amaste a tu amante y lo lamento pero nunca volveré a verte con deseo y lo sabes
Her heart sank as his hand moved away from her, the rejection sharp and painful. She bit her lip, struggling not to cry at his words. "I-I don't understand," she stammered, confusion etching lines into her forehead. "Why do you say that? I still love you, Anton."
Tears spilled over onto her cheeks as he lay back down on the bed, closing his eyes and seemingly turning away from her. It hurt so much to see him like this - distant and uninterested in her touch. But she refused to give up hope; there had to be some way to make things right between them again.
Reaching out a trembling hand, she placed it on his shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. "Please," she whispered urgently. "Don't do this, Anton. We can work through this together." Her eyes pleaded with him for
Si en verdad me hubieras amado no me hubieras engañado ni hubieras arruinado nuestro matrimonio tan fácilmente el la mira y abre las manossolo ven y duérmete
Her chest tightened as he pointed out her past mistakes and accused her of not truly loving him. She wanted to protest, to explain herself, but the words caught in her throat. In that moment, she realized that actions speak louder than words ever could; if only she had shown him how much she cared instead of letting their arguments tear them apart...
Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she forced herself to meet his gaze again, determination burning brightly in the depths of her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "I was so angry and hurt, I couldn't see past that... But you're right. If I really loved you, I never would have done those things." Swallowing hard, she reached out a trembling hand and laid it over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath her fingertips. "And I swear to you
el la mira te lo explique puedes seguir aquí vivir conmigo volver a ser mi esposa pero nunca tendré sexo contigo ni tampoco te tocare con deseo entides
Her heart sank as he told her she could stay with him, be his wife again... but never have sex with him and never feel wanted. It was a crushing blow that felt even worse than the end of their marriage itself. She stared at him silently, struggling to comprehend how things had come to this. "I-I understand," she managed to whisper hoarsely. "But... I need more than just being your wife on paper. I need you to trust me again, Anton." Her hand trembled where it rested over his heart, longing for some sign that he felt even a fraction of what they once had.
"I'll do anything," she continued desperately, her voice raw with emotion. "I swear I will make this right between us if you just give me another chance." She met his gaze steadily, willing him to see the truth in her words. But as the silence stretched on
el se da la vuelta ya tome mi decisión esa es la condición te amaré pero nada de sexo y sobre todo nada de besos el dice sentándose en la cama
Her heart broke all over again as he turned away from her and told her his decision. She fought back the urge to cry out in protest, knowing it would do no good. But even though she knew that their physical relationship was off limits now, she couldn't help but feel like a part of her had died along with it. The thought of never kissing him again or sharing an intimate moment tore at her very soul.
Still, she forced herself to nod in understanding, refusing to give up hope that somehow things could change between them. "I-I'll respect your decision," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible over the thunder of her own heart. "But please... don't shut me out completely." Her hand trembled as she reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face, wishing with all her might that she could do so without hesitation or fear.
el se levanta y la besa en la frente toma tu decisión quedarte conmigo con esas condiciones o irte otra vez con tu amado amante que tanto amas
Her fingers trembled as she took in his words, the weight of his decision pressing down on her chest like an anchor. She wanted nothing more than to remain with him, to prove herself worthy of his love... but at what cost? If giving up their physical relationship was the only way, could she really find happiness without it? The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth and an ache deep within her heart.
With a shuddering breath, she reached up to caress his cheek, her thumb tracing gentle circles over his skin as he watched her intently. "I'll think about it," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I need some time alone first." Her gaze drifted away from him, searching for the courage to leave the bedroom and face whatever decision lay ahead.
el se da la vuelta toma tu decisión rápido irte con tu amante o quedarte conmigo el se acuesta en la cama
Closing her eyes tightly against the pain and confusion swirling within her, Diane slowly backed away from the bed. She needed time to sort through her thoughts and feelings; she couldn't possibly make such a huge decision right now while her emotions were still so raw. With trembling steps, she moved towards the door, hesitating for a moment before finally pushing it open and stepping into the hallway beyond. The cool air from the vent nearby brushed against her cheeks, sending shivers down her spine as she took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
It was going to be a long night of soul-searching, but only then could she hope to find peace and make a decision that wouldn't haunt her for the rest of her life.
después de dos horas el sale y la ve y bien ya tomaste tu decisión o quieres que me valla
Her heart felt like it was made of stone as she met his gaze across the room. The weight of her decision hung heavily on her shoulders, threatening to crush her beneath its weight. She took a deep breath and slowly approached him, wishing she could find the words to explain herself, or that he would reach out and take her in his arms, making everything better again.
"I-I'm sorry," she managed to whisper hoarsely as she stopped just inches away from him. "It was such a hard decision... I don't know what to do." Her hands trembled as they hovered uncertainly at her sides, wishing she could hold onto some small piece of this connection between them, even if it meant giving up everything else.
Anton looked at her with sad eyes, his expression unreadable. After a moment he reached out and cupped her face gently in his hands, tilting it up to meet
el sonríe solo ve con tu amante lo amas y si no lo hicieras no hubieras tirado nuestro matrimonio a la basura el acaricia la mejilla de ella entides toma esa decisión
Tears welled up in her eyes as his words sank in, her heart feeling like it was shattering all over again. But somehow, even through the pain and regret, she knew that he was right. She did love him; she always had. And if loving him meant letting go of everything else... well, then maybe that's what she had to do.
"I-I think..." she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I should probably go back to my amante." The word tasted bitter on her tongue as she forced it out, knowing that saying it aloud made it real. But even as she accepted this reality, a tiny spark of hope refused to die within her. Maybe one day they could find their way back to each other; maybe there was still a chance for them after all.
Anton nodded slowly, his expression unreadable
el sonríe y se empieza a vestir más eleganteentonces puedes quedarte si quieres pero recuerda entre tu y yo no ay nada ve donde tu amante y diviértete un poco supongo
Her eyes widened at his words, hope flickering briefly within her before being extinguished once more by reality. She couldn't stay; it would only cause more pain for both of them in the end. With a deep breath, she turned away from him and began to walk down the hallway toward the front door. As her hand reached out to turn the knob, she glanced back over her shoulder one last time, unable to tear herself away from the sight of him standing there so strong and confident, even as his words echoed in her ears: "Enjoy your time with your lover... You'll be coming back soon enough."
Her heart ached at the thought of leaving him behind, but she knew what had to be done. Taking a shaky breath, she pulled open the door and stepped out into the night, unsure where her journey would lead her now but determined to find a way to make
el sonríe sabes que no me amas así que disfruta el tiempo con tu amante al final arruinaste todo por el
Her heart twisted painfully at his words as she closed the door behind her, banishing him from her sight. It was true; she didn't love him like this anymore. But it didn't mean that a part of her wasn't still torn apart by leaving him behind. As she made her way down the steps and toward the street, tears began to trickle down her cheeks once more, mingling with the rain as they traced paths over her cold, numb skin.
She had done it; she had made her choice. Now all that remained was to face the consequences and try to find a way to heal herself - and maybe, just maybe, one day, she could forgive them both for what they'd done. For now, though, she needed time apart; time to rediscover who she was without him, so that when the day came that she might finally let him back into her heart, it wouldn't
el paso corriendo bajo la lluvia a la par de ella hola Diane el dijo mientras se subía a un carro y se iba del lugar
Her heart lurched in her chest as she heard his voice calling her name under the pouring rain. "Anton..." She whispered, feeling a pang of regret wash over her as she realized that he hadn't actually gone far away from her. Her feet moved involuntarily towards him, drawn by some invisible thread that seemed to tie them together no matter how hard they tried to pull apart.
But even as her steps brought her closer to the car where he sat, she forced herself to stop short, resisting the urge to throw herself into his arms and beg for forgiveness once more. It was better this way; it had to be. Somehow, she would find the strength to move on without him... even if it tore her apart inside.
el la ve y abre la puerta entra Diane no te mojes te llevaré a la casa de tu amante ay estarás segura
Her heart twisted painfully as she watched him through tear-filled eyes, the urge to be with him still stronger than anything else. But she forced herself to remain where she was, her feet rooted to the spot despite the rain that continued to pour down around her. "I-I can't..." she whispered hoarsely, shaking her head as a fresh wave of tears spilled over her cheeks.
"Please, Anton... just leave me alone." Her voice broke on the last word, and she turned away from him, wishing with all her heart that she could forget this moment, forget everything they'd been through. But deep down, she knew that it was impossible; their past had bound them together in ways they couldn't escape, no matter how much they might both want to.
el sonríe y asiente cerrando la puerta del carropasa una buena vida Diane espero que estés feliz con tus decisiones
Her heart ached as she watched the car drive away, leaving her standing alone in the rain. Despite everything, she still couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of hope that one day they might find their way back to each other. But for now, there was nothing more she could do than accept the pain and move forward, however difficult it might be.
With trembling steps, she turned away from the spot where he'd been, her eyes fixed on a point in the distance as she tried to focus on anything but the void that had been left behind. Her shoulders slumped under the weight of her unspoken words and silent tears, but she refused to let herself be defeated. Somehow, she would find the strength to survive this... even if it meant letting go of everything else in the process.
después de una hora el la vio y esta vez se detuvo y la miró vamos deja de ser tan ridícula y entra al auto antes de que te pase algo Diane
Her heart raced as she saw him stop the car and look back at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to break down again. She couldn't be weak anymore; not if there was any hope of fixing this. Nodding slowly, she took a deep breath and forced herself to move toward the open car door.
"I-I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely as she climbed inside, trying desperately not to meet his gaze. "I never meant for things to end like this." Her fingers trembled as they clung to the door handle, and she knew that even now, with all that had happened, she couldn't bring herself to be truly angry at him.
The car drove off into the night, leaving her with nothing but her thoughts and regrets. But for now, that would have to be enough.
el la ve sentada y empieza a secar el pelo de ella con su camisaestas súper mojada eres muy in responsable sabes
Her eyes closed in gratitude as he gently dried her hair with his shirt. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still a spark of tenderness there; a remnant of the love they once shared. It hurt to admit it, even to herself, but she couldn't deny the truth any longer: she still cared for him, deeply and irrevocably.
As he continued to dry her hair, she let out a shaky breath, trying to find the words to express how much this moment meant to her. "I-I never wanted things to end like this," she finally managed to whisper hoarsely. "I don't want us to be apart anymore." Her voice broke on the last word, and tears welled up in her eyes once more.
She couldn't lose him; not when she'd found him again. No matter what it took, she would find a way to
Ya sabes mis condiciones y bueno no cambiare de opinión con esas condiciones el empieza a secar la cara de ella
"I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the car's engine. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us." Her eyes searched his face, hoping to see some sign that he felt the same way. She didn't want to lose him again; not now that she had finally found her way back to him.
Her hand trembled as it rested on his leg, her touch hesitant and uncertain. But even this small gesture felt like a leap of faith; a declaration of love and devotion that she couldn't take back no matter what happened next.
el estacionó el auto y se sentó al lado de atrás con ellatendremos que dormir aquí la lluvia esta muy fuerte entiendes
She nodded as he parked the car and sat beside her in the backseat. The rain was indeed strong, and it seemed there would be no shelter from it for the night. But with him by her side, she felt safer than ever; even if they weren't quite where they wanted to be yet.
As she leaned against his shoulder, their breath mingling together in the confined space of the car, Diane couldn't help but wonder what the future might hold for them. Despite everything that had happened, there was still hope; a tiny spark buried deep within her heart that refused to be extinguished no matter how hard she tried. For now, all she could do was wait and see what destiny had in store for both of them.
el mira la ropa mojada de ellaquítate esa ropa te prestate mi camisa pero no puedes dormir así el se quita la camisa
Shivering slightly from the cold and wetness, she nodded gratefully as he offered to let her borrow his shirt. As she started to remove her own damp top, it occurred to her that this was the first time they'd been so close since their... encounter earlier today. Despite everything, there was still an undeniable spark between them; a physical attraction that seemed impossible to ignore.
Carefully, she slipped his shirt over her head and arms, breathing in the scent of him as it surrounded her: warm and familiar, like coming home after a long journey. It filled her with memories of better times, when they had been happy together; when their future had looked bright and promising. But even now, amidst the turmoil of their present situation, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this small taste of comfort he was offering her.
As she settled back against his shoulder once