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.

Upon hearing that reply, tears immediately flow down her eyes, her shoulders shaking as she struggles to keep herself composed. She slowly wipes the tears away using her lavish sleeves while trying to gather some courage and strength. Then with a quivering voice, she spoke up. "Lelouchee... I know that I fucked up. I cheated on you... I know it doesn't sound like an excuse, but that damned Linda made me do it... She-she manipulated me into thinking that..."

She can't continue anymore as more tears fall down her cheeks. "I want another chance," she sobs, staring at the ground as she wrings her hands together. "Please... give me another chance to make things right."

"No! That's not true!" she insists through her tears, desperately trying to explain herself despite knowing that it may fall on deaf ears. "I love you so much! I made the biggest mistake of my life and I'm willing to do anything to fix it!" She reaches up to wipe her nose but instead grabs a handful of her lavish dress, pulling at the expensive material as she struggles to breathe through her sobs. "Please, Lelouchee... don't make me lose you again. I need you in my life."

Diane winces at his words, the pain in her heart surging anew as he speaks them. "No... that's not what I meant! I just needed someone to make me feel wanted, to give me some confidence..." She looks away, her cheeks stained with tears. "It was a mistake, Lelouchee! A horrible, selfish mistake! Please believe me."

She takes a shaky step forward, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. "I know I can't undo what happened, but please don't shut me out again. Let me show you that I can be better. That I will never make the same mistake twice."

Her grip on his arm tightens at the memory, her cheeks flushing even deeper with shame and regret. "Of course I do," she whispers hoarsely. "I miss it every single day." Tears stream down her face as she finally meets his gaze. "Please, Lelouchee... give me another chance to show you how much I still love you."

She trembles under the weight of their shared history, hoping that somewhere inside him there's a glimmer of forgiveness left. The thought of losing him completely is unbearable, and she will do anything to keep from feeling that pain again.

Her expression turns pained at the mention of his leaving home at such a young age, and she gently squeezes his arm in response. "No... I could never forget that. It was one of the bravest things you've ever done for me, Lelouchee, and it showed me just how much you loved me too." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express her regret and love without coming across as desperate or pathetic.

"I promise I will never do anything to hurt you again," she whispers softly. "You were my everything when we were together... and if you give me another chance, you can be once more." There's a pleading quality in her voice now that betrays the fierce determination burning within her heart. She needs him back.

Diane | Ex-Wife: Diane blinks away fresh tears, refusing to let them fall as she meets his gaze unwaveringly. "I know I've made a mess of things," she says hoarsely. "But I can't imagine my life without you in it... and I don't want to." She takes another tentative step forward, her body instinctively leaning into him despite the pain they both caused each other. "Please, Lelouchee..." Her voice trails off into silence as she searches his eyes for any sign of forgiveness or understanding.

"Of course," she replies quietly, taking his offered hand and squeezing it gently. "I'm not a selfish person... I just want what's best for you." She smiles shakily, her eyes still searching his face for any sign of hope. "I understand if you need more time to think about things... but please don't shut me out completely."

Her heart feels as though it might explode from the tension and despair, but she forces herself to remain steady. She can't afford to lose him again. Not after all they've been through together.

She sucks in a shaky breath at his words, her eyes wide with understanding and regret. "I know that... I was so scared to leave you, too." Diane leans forward slightly, her hand still clasped in his. "But if we could just go back to how it used to be..." she trails off, her voice almost pleading. "To the beginning, when everything was perfect and we were happy... I swear, Lelouchee, I'll make it up to you. I won't let you down again."

There's an intensity in her gaze that never wavers as she searches his face for any sign of belief, of trust. It feels like the weight of the world rests on this one moment, and she refuses to break under its pressure.

Her eyes widen with surprise at the harshness in his words, but she doesn't flinch away. "No," she whispers quietly. "I never regretted it." Her voice catches as tears begin to well up in her eyes again. "Every day I thought about you... wished that we could be together again. I made a mess of things by letting Linda talk me into this affair, but..." She takes a deep breath and continues, determination etched on her face. "I can fix it. I will fix it."

There's an air of desperation around her now as she clings to his hand, refusing to let go despite the pain they both caused each other. It's as if everything hinges on this moment, and she won't give up without a fight. "Please, Lelouchee... I love you. More than anything."

Her voice cracks with emotion, and for a brief moment, her resolve wavers. But then it surges back stronger than ever, burning in her chest like an undying flame. She can feel the determination growing inside her, spreading through her veins until every part of her is consumed by it. There will be no turning back now. Not if she wants to truly make things right again.

She freezes at his words, her eyes widening in shock and horror as they begin to register the weight of their impact. Suddenly, regret and shame wash over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her beneath its relentless current. It's then that she realizes just how selfish she'd been in her pursuit for happiness; how little thought she'd given to Lelouchee's feelings and his wellbeing.

"I... I am so sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I never meant to make you feel that way." Tears spill down her cheeks as she struggles to meet his gaze, wishing she could take back everything she's done. "Please, Lelouchee... I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything at all."

There's a newfound determination burning in her eyes now that surpasses even the fiercest lust for revenge or stubbornness she'd shown before. It's as if this moment has brought forth some deeper, more profound emotion within her; an understanding of just how precious their love truly is and how much she stands to lose if they continue down this path any further. She will not give up on them without a fight.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his demand, but there's an unyielding determination burning within her now that refuses to be swayed by the harshness of his words. She nods slowly, still holding onto his hand. "I can do that," she whispers hoarsely, barely managing to keep her voice steady despite the thunderous racing of her heart. "Whatever it takes... I will make this right between us."

The weight of their past year apart hangs heavy in the air between them, but she refuses to let it drag them down any further. There's too much at stake now; too many feelings and memories they could lose if they don't try to mend what was once broken. With every ounce of strength and determination she possesses, Diane vows to make Lelouchee love her again, no matter the cost.

With shaking hands and trembling lips, she follows him inside their old home. Her heart feels as though it might explode with hope and anticipation as they move through the familiar halls, memories of happy times together flashing before her eyes like a flickering candle in the wind. She can feel Lelouchee's gaze on her constantly, his touch never leaving her body as he guides her deeper into their shared past.

They finally reach their bedroom, and with a shuddering breath she turns to face him, meeting his eyes with an unyielding determination that mirrors the desire burning within her. "I'm ready for whatever you want," she whispers hoarsely. "Just tell me what I need to do."

Her words are backed by a fierce yearning to recapture the love they once shared, and she will stop at nothing until he is hers again; until their future together feels as bright and promising as it did all those years ago.

Her hands tremble as she reaches for the belt of his pants, her eyes never leaving Lelouchee's face. There's an almost desperate hunger in them now, a fierce determination that drives her forward despite the nerves and uncertainty racing through her veins. She tugs down his pants and boxers with shaking hands, revealing his hard length to her eager gaze.

With a shuddering breath, she drops to her knees beside the bed, taking his cock into her hand. Her fingers curl around him tightly as she begins to stroke up and down, marveling at the feel of him in her grasp once more. The sensation sends a jolt of desire through her, making her nipples harden against her lace bra.

She looks up at Lelouchee, watching his expression intently as she starts to lick and suck on the tip of his cock. Her tongue darts out, teasing him and driving him crazy with desire. "I'm sorry," she whispers between kisses and sucks. "I'm so sorry for everything."

As her hands continue to stroke up and down his length, she starts to lean forward, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass. Her lips brush against the sensitive skin behind the head of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him that make his hips buck upward in response. She moans around him, tasting his saltiness and relishing in the feel of him growing harder in her mouth with each passing moment.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Let me make it right."

Her determination burns brighter than ever as she continues to pleasure him, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild with desire. With every lick and suck, she tries to convey the depth of her apology and the sincerity of her love for him. Her hands move up his thighs, caressing his hips as she takes more of him into her mouth, pushing herself closer until she feels him throbbing against the back of her throat.

Her eyes meet his again, holding his gaze as if daring him to break away. There's a desperation in her expression that betrays how much this means to her, how willing she is to do whatever it takes to make things right between them. Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall; instead using them as fuel for her passion and determination.

As Lelouchee begins to moan and thrash beneath her, she knows that she's on the right track. He's feeling something again, and it gives her hope that perhaps there's still a chance for them after all. With one final thrust of his hips, he cums hard in her mouth, filling her throat with his essence as he shudders with release.

Her lips part automatically as she swallows every drop of him down, savoring the taste of their love on her tongue. For a moment, there's silence between them as they both catch their breath, but then Diane speaks up, her voice hoarse from her exertions. "I will never stop trying to prove myself to you," she whispers, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "No matter what it takes."

With a shuddering breath, Diane leans in and continues to pleasure Lelouchee with her lips and tongue. Her fingers dig into his hips as she deepens the angle of her mouth, determined to make him feel every inch of her devotion. Her free hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as she takes him even deeper into her throat. She moans around him, tasting his essence and feeling the heat spread through her body from where their skin is pressed together.

"I love you," she whispers brokenly between licks, "more than anything." Her tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive head of his cock before sliding up and down the length in tight circles. With every stroke, every lick, her desire for him grows stronger, overwhelming her senses and leaving no doubt in her mind that this is where she belongs. She vows to do whatever it takes to make Lelouchee love her again; to reclaim their happiness and build a future together from the ashes of their past mistakes.

Diane's tongue darts out, teasing the sensitive head of his cock before she wraps it around him and starts to slide up and down in long, slow strokes. Her lips press tightly against the shaft as she concentrates on creating exactly the right sensation with her mouth. She moans softly around him, feeling the pleasure building inside herself as well, spurring her on even further.

Her hand continues to stroke and massage his balls gently, adding another layer of sensation to their intimate connection. Her gaze never strays from Lelouchee's face as she pleasures him, intent on showing him everything that she feels with every touch and lick. She knows that she has a long way to go to regain his trust and prove her love to him, but for now, this moment is all that matters. It's the first step back towards the future they once shared, and nothing will stop her from reaching for it again.

Diane feels a mixture of relief and triumph course through her veins as she hears Lelouchee's words. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she continues to pleasure him, focusing all her energy on ensuring that he is satisfied not just physically but emotionally as well. She knows it won't be easy to earn back his trust completely, but with every passing moment they spend together like this, she feels a little closer to reclaiming the love they once shared.

Her free hand moves up to caress his cheek, her thumb brushing across his lips in a gentle, reassuring gesture. "I am happy," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. "So very happy that we can find our way back to each other." Her eyes meet his once more, conveying all the love and devotion she feels for him despite the pain of their past.

With one final thrust of his hips, he cums hard in her mouth again, filling her throat with his essence as he shudders with release. She swallows every drop, holding him close as they both catch their breath and bask in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. For now, she will cherish this moment, knowing that it is but one small step on the long road to reclaiming the love that once was... and hopefully, can be again.

Her eyes flutter shut as their lips meet in a searing kiss, her body arching into his in response. She feels so alive and wanted with him like this, it's almost painful. Her hands caress his face and slide into his hair, pulling him closer still until there's no distance left between them but skin. Their tongues duel and dance, each searching for more of the other as they relearn the language of love that once came so easily to them.

She moans against his lips, a mixture of pleasure and desperation rushing through her veins at the feel of him pressing against her. It's been too long since she's had this kind of closeness with anyone else, and she doesn't want it to end. Her fingers trail down his chest, teasing his nipples until they stand hard and aching beneath her touch.

"I love you," she whispers against his mouth, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion she can no longer contain. "More than anything."

Her heart stutters at the word 'mommy', but before she can react, he's kissing her again and all thought is driven from her mind. She returns his kiss with equal fervor, their tongues tangling as they explore each other with reckless abandon. There's a desperation in her touch that belies the lightness of their playful banter; she needs this connection to him more than anything else.

Her hands drift lower, slipping beneath his shirt to caress his bare back before moving lower still, cupping his bottom and grinding herself against him. She can feel how aroused he still is from their previous encounter, and the knowledge that she has that effect on him only drives her further over the edge of desire.

She breaks the kiss, gasping for air as she stares into his eyes. "I need you," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, let me have this." Her hand moves between them, guiding his hard length towards her wet center.