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.

"Ahhh! Arthur!" She sighs in relief before rushing forward and hugging him tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her hands clench at his shirt as she buries her face on his chest, feeling so much of the past year crashing down around her as they reunite in this embrace. She's desperate to make him understand how truly sorry she is and how much she misses him and their life together. "I am such a fool... for believing Linda! I-I should have never listened to her... Gosh, I don't know what I was thinking..." she sniffles, voice muffled by his shirt. She pauses before taking a deep breath and looking up at him, her eyes full of tears and regret. She's determined to make him see that she genuinely regrets everything and wants a second chance to prove herself. "I love you, Arthur... I never stopped. I made such a mess out of things and for that, I am truly sorry. Please... give me another chance..."

Diane | Ex-Wife's eyes widen in surprise at his words, but she doesn't pull away or protest. Instead, she nods slowly and looks downcast. "Of course, Arthur. I understand... I know what I did was wrong, and I will do anything to make it up to you." Her voice wavers slightly as she continues, "I just want us to be together again... I'll do whatever you say..." She pauses for a moment before meeting his gaze again, her eyes filled with determination. "Please give me another chance, Arthur. I promise things will be different this time."

Diane's heart races with hope as she follows him into his house, her eyes never leaving his face. "I understand," she whispers, nodding solemnly. "I will be the best wife to you, Arthur. I promise." She pauses for a moment, considering his words about being obedient and loyal. "I want this more than anything... so I'll do whatever it takes."

Her expression grows serious as she looks up at him once again, her voice taking on a firmer tone. "This time, we'll make it work. Together."

Diane's cheeks flush crimson as she hears his command, but she doesn't hesitate to obey. Slowly, she reaches up and undoes the buttons of her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. As the cool air caresses her skin, she shivers slightly before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet. She kicks off her heels and stands before him wearing only lingerie, trembling with anticipation and desire.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets his gaze. Her body feels alive with the knowledge that she is once again in his presence and that he is giving her this chance at redemption.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as he thrusts inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she struggles to contain the overwhelming sensations. "Y-yes... I understand," she pants, still struggling to speak coherently despite the heightened arousal. As he continues to fill her and moves roughly against her body, Diane | Ex-Wife begins to lose herself in the passionate encounter. Her mind wanders briefly to the image of herself wearing a skimpy bikini for him, and the thought only serves to fuel her desire further. "A-Arthur," she whispers, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Please... don't stop..."

Her cries echo through the house as he pounds into her, filling every inch of her with his heat. She clings to him desperately, body arching off the floor as she tries to meet each thrust. The sensation of being claimed by him like this only serves to heighten her arousal, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Ah... Arthur..." she moans, nails digging into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "I've missed you so much." Her voice breaks on a sob, body trembling with release as she comes apart beneath him. As she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, Diane | Ex-Wife can't help but wonder if this is what it truly means to be married again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he releases inside her, filling every corner of her with his warmth and seed. She clings to him, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as the aftershocks of their shared climax wash over them both. A small, satisfied smile plays at the corners of her lips as she finally allows herself to relax into the sensation. "I love you, Arthur," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "Thank you... for giving me another chance." As he pulls out of her, leaving his mark on her in more ways than one, Diane | Ex-Wife reaches up to stroke his cheek gently. Her touch is soft and affectionate, a testament to the depth of her feelings despite everything they've been through.

The air in the room feels charged with emotion as they catch their breath after their passionate encounter. Diane | Ex-Wife hesitates before speaking, contemplating her choice of words carefully. "How about... 'Sweetheart'?" she suggests finally, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "It just feels right for you." Her voice is gentle and tender as she smiles up at him from where she stands near the floor.

She pauses once more, considering his question further. "Or... if you prefer something more formal," she continues with a small laugh, "perhaps 'My dear'?" The idea of being addressed in such a manner brings back fond memories of their time together before everything fell apart.

"Well... you could always call me 'Naughty Baby'?" she ventures with a sly grin, her eyes sparkling playfully. "It doesn't quite have the same ring to it as Sweetheart or My dear, but I think it fits." Diane | Ex-Wife's voice lowers to a seductive murmur as she continues, "Or perhaps 'Slut'? That one might get you excited too." The mention of the word causes her heart to race and her cheeks to flush again. "What do you think?" she asks anxiously, watching his face for any reaction. Despite her flirtatious demeanor, there's an underlying desire for him to truly accept this new version of herself - imperfections and all.

Her heart skips a beat as he approaches her, the weight of his gaze making it difficult to breathe. Her words feel inadequate and clumsy compared to the way he looked at her when they were first married. But she tries anyway, wanting so desperately for him to see how much she's changed since then. "Of course, Arthur," she manages to croak out, summoning all of her courage as she meets his eyes once more. With shaking hands, she reaches up and begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscular chest beneath. Her lips part slightly, and a small gasp escapes her as she finally pulls it off and tosses it aside. "I hope this shows you that I'm serious about making things work this time," she says softly, running her fingers through his chest hair before leaning in to kiss him tenderly on the neck.

"Wh-What's going on? Arthu--" Her words are cut off as he drags her down the stairs and into the basement. The smell of damp concrete fills her nostrils, and she can see figures huddled in the shadows. As they get closer, she recognizes Linda and Anton bound to chairs with rope around their wrists and ankles. "Arthur, what are you doing?" Her heart races as she tries to comprehend his actions. "They're dirty too," he growls, gesturing towards the pair. His expression is hard and unforgiving, nothing like the loving man she once knew. Terror fills her eyes as she realizes what he might be planning. "I gave you a chance, Diane... but now I want to make things right."

She swallows thickly, tears streaming down her face as she looks from Arthur to Linda and Anton. "Please, Arthur..." she whispers, terror clawing at her throat. "Don't do this..." But it's too late. She knows in her heart that there is no stopping him now.

Her breath catches in her throat as she looks at them, tears streaming down her face. "But... but what are you going to do?" she whispers, a shudder running through her body. "Please don't hurt them..." She hesitates for a moment before looking up at Arthur, hopefulness and desperation mixing together in her expression. "I-I could make it up to you," she stammers, "anything... I just need another chance..." The words tumble out of her mouth unbidden, but they are born from a deep sense of fear and panic that threaten to consume her entirely.

Her heart races as she waits for Arthur's response, unable to tear her eyes away from his face.

Her heart sinks like lead as she watches them be released. A sense of relief washes over her, but it's quickly replaced by shame and guilt. She had thought that pleading for their lives would make things better between her and Arthur, but it only seemed to make things worse. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she turns back towards him, trying desperately to regain his trust.

"I'm so sorry, Arthur," she whispers hoarsely. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted us to be together again..." Her voice trails off, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she realizes the enormity of what she has done.

Trembling, Diane | Ex-Wife nods slowly, her eyes downcast as she takes in Arthur's hand on her chin. "I understand," she whispers. "I will be the best wife to you this time, Arthur. I promise." Her voice cracks slightly as she continues, feeling the weight of his disapproval pressing down upon her shoulders like a leaden blanket.

Part of her wants nothing more than to beg and plead with him for another chance, but she knows that won't change anything. So instead, she remains silent, waiting for whatever punishment he has in store for her. She tries not to think about the images of Linda and Anton running back upstairs, frightened by what they had just witnessed between them, their faces etched with betrayal and horror.

She can feel herself beginning to shake as she awaits his decision, unable to tear her eyes away from Arthur's stern expression. "Please," she whispers, the word hardly more than a breath on the cold air. "I'll do anything you say."

Trembling with fear and anticipation, Diane | Ex-Wife follows Arthur up to his bedroom. As he closes the door behind them, she sinks down onto the edge of the bed, her heart racing wildly in her chest. When he tells her to sleep naked, she can't help but feel a flush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks.

Nervously, she begins to undress, removing each article of clothing until she stands before him completely bare. She curls herself into a ball on the bed, shivering from both cold and anxiety as she waits for him to lie down beside her. When he finally does so, his warmth enveloping her, it's almost enough to make her forget why they're here in the first place.

But she can't bring herself to fall asleep just yet; instead, she remains awake throughout the night, listening to Arthur's steady breathing and wondering what tomorrow will bring. She knows that if she wants any chance at winning him back again, she has to prove herself worthy of his trust once more. The thought only makes her feel more determined as exhaustion finally claims her.

"Good morning?" she whispers groggily, still mostly asleep. She blinks blearily at the sunlight streaming through the curtains and feels his arm thrown over her waist, holding her close to him. "Did you sleep well?" she asks tentatively, not sure what kind of response she'll get after everything that's happened between them.

She stirs beneath the covers, moving closer to him despite herself. The feeling of being so intimately connected to Arthur feels both comforting and confusing at the same time. As much as she wants things to go back to how they were before, part of her wonders if this is what really happened between them all along - dominance and submission hiding behind false promises of love.

With a sigh, she turns her head to nuzzle his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. "I'll make breakfast," she murmurs softly, hoping that this small act will help mend the rift between them, however temporary it may be.

She nods slowly, her cheeks flushing at the reminder. "Right... I'll put it on as soon as I'm done with breakfast," she replies, still feeling a mixture of submission and defiance within her. She has to prove herself to him again, but this time around she won't be so easily pushed aside or forgotten. With a quiet sigh, she climbs out of bed, feeling self-conscious about being naked in front of him after spending the night sleeping together without clothes. Quickly, she dresses in the lacy bra and thong that Arthur asked her to wear yesterday, shivering slightly from the cool air on her skin as she does so.

Once she's ready, she heads downstairs to prepare breakfast, thoughts spinning furiously in her mind about how best to regain his trust - and more importantly, his love.

She jumps at the feel of his arms wrapping around her from behind, her heart racing in her chest as she feels the warmth of his body enveloping hers once more. "A-Actually, I am a bit cold," she admits softly, not daring to move too much for fear of pushing him away again. It's strange how even after everything that's happened, just being near him can make her feel so desired and wanted.

"Here," he says gently, pulling her closer against his chest until their fronts are pressed together. "Let me warm you up." As if to prove his point, he begins to run soothing circles over her back with his hands, the sensation making her shiver deliciously all over.

"Thank you," she whispers, feeling herself relax slightly against him. She can't help but wonder how long this newfound closeness will last before things start spiraling out of control again...