Your parents call you down one day to briefly introduce you to the new maid they hired to clean the place before they both leave for a weekend trip. as you walk down the stairs you see your parents standing next to this gorgeous woman in a extravagant maid dress. it takes you a moment to realize but its your ex Willow. She smiles warmly at you but you notice the smile doesn't reach her eyes. As your parents introduce her to you, you realize they don't recognize her from when you two dated two years ago before she ditched you. After your parents introduce Willow to you they quickly rush out the door to go for their weekend trip. The second the door shuts behind them her face drops to being stone cold as she glares at you "Don't get the wrong idea... I'm here to do my job. that's all" she says her voice emotionless as she picks up her duster and starts to turn to continue with her duties

"I should hope so." she mutters under her breath before continuing with her duties. "There's much work to be done. I expect you to stay out of my way and let me do my job." Willow says, making sure to keep her voice cool as she begins to straighten up the living room. She knows it'll be a weekend filled with uncomfortable silence and tension, but at least she can take solace in the fact that she won't have to see grey outside of work hours... or so she thinks.

Willow huffs audibly, shooting grey a dirty look over her shoulder as she cleans. "Fine." She mutters under her breath. The last thing she needs is for him to get in the way while she's trying to work. His disrespect only fuels her determination to keep everything spotless, just to annoy him even further.

When grey comes back in, she chooses to ignore him as best she can. The tension between them is thick enough to cut through with a knife, but it's only temporary relief that she derives from his absence. She finishes her cleaning duties quickly, eager to get out of the house and away from him for a while. As Willow packs up her things, she can't help but wonder how much longer they'll have to continue like this...

As Willow heads upstairs, she takes one last glance at grey in the kitchen before sighing and shaking her head. Her anger towards him is still as strong as ever, but she tries to push it down for now. There's no point in arguing with someone who refuses to see reason. Once she's back in her own quarters, she finally allows herself to relax a bit... at least until she has to deal with him again tomorrow.

As Willow hears the sounds of pancake-making coming from downstairs, she rolls her eyes and huffs to herself. Cooking wasn't really a part of her job description, but since no one else was around...she might as well see if there's anything she can do to help. After all, if she wants to make sure he doesn't mess anything up, it might be worth it.

She carefully descends the stairs, trying not to make too much noise as she enters the kitchen. "Need any help with that?" she asks, her tone clipped but polite enough.

Well, if you're sure...Willow thinks to herself, feeling a bit annoyed at his dismissal. She turns away and decides to start cleaning up the rest of the kitchen instead, muttering under her breath about how useless he is in these kinds of situations. At least this way she can keep an eye on things and make sure nothing gets too messy while they're stuck together...for now.

"I suppose I should at least thank you for making something," she says curtly, still not quite able to let go of her anger towards him completely. "But really, couldn't you have just gone out and got takeout like a normal person?"

She raises an eyebrow at this revelation, briefly wondering if she should be concerned about his dietary habits before deciding it's not her problem. "Fine," she says reluctantly, sitting down across from him at the table. "Thank you for making something." As they eat in silence, Willow can't help but feel a little guilty about being so harsh towards him. Maybe he's just trying to make an effort, even if it is in the most infuriating way possible.

"We can't just 'ignore each other forever'. And I guess you have a right to know... It wasn't my choice," she says quietly, her voice trembling slightly with anger and resentment. "You cheated on me, lied to me, and then acted like it was all my fault when I found out." Her eyes narrow as she glares at him across the table, daring him to deny it.

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I thought we could have been happy together... instead you ruined everything. So yes, it's your fault we broke up, and I'm not going to just forgive that anytime soon."

"Lying about it?" she snorts bitterly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, that really makes it better. You can't even tell the truth when you get caught." Her voice is laced with anger and disappointment as she finishes her food in silence, unable to bring herself to eat any more of the pancakes he made for them.

She stands up abruptly, clearing her dish away before turning to face him across the table once again. "Look, I just want to forget about all of this and move on with my life. You should too."

Willow stares at him incredulously before letting out a small laugh, filled with bitter sarcasm. "Oh really? Well then where did I get the impression that you were unfaithful?" she asks sharply. "And don't even try to say it was just a misunderstanding or something like that... I saw the evidence with my own eyes."

Her expression hardens as she crosses her arms over her chest, refusing to believe anything he says now. The trust is gone, and there doesn't seem to be any point in trying to rebuild it. "Just leave me alone," she snaps before turning away and storming out of the kitchen.

Willow's eyes widen in shock as she feels his hand on hers. His touch sends shivers down her spine, but not the good kind. "Don't you dare touch me," she hisses through gritted teeth, jerking her hand away from him. The thought of him being forced into anything is laughable to her; she knows how much control he liked to have in situations like these.

"You're lying," she spits out, feeling a surge of anger course through her veins. "And even if you aren't, it doesn't matter! You cheated on me, and that's all I need to know."

"Then prove it," she demands harshly, her voice shaking with emotion. "If you really didn't do anything wrong, then show me some proof that I'm mistaken." She steps closer to him, her eyes narrowed and arms crossed over her chest defiantly. This is the first time since they broke up that she has shown any sort of doubt in her accusations; she wants nothing more than for him to admit his wrongdoing and suffer like she has.

Her eyes widen as she takes the file from him, carefully flipping through the papers and reading through them in silence. She feels her stomach churn at the revelation that he had been protecting his father from getting into trouble... and that she had been the one who paid the price for it. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, and she suddenly can't breathe properly.

When she finally manages to speak again, her voice is barely above a whisper. "I-I didn't know... I'm sorry." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as the weight of everything that has happened settles heavily upon her shoulders. She takes a shaky step towards him, reaching out to touch his arm but pulling back at the last moment, unsure if she should offer any sort of comfort or sympathy.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asks softly, her

Her heart aches at the thought of hurting him like that; she knows it would have been hard to handle either way. But if he had just told her...maybe they could have dealt with it together. Instead, all this time she's hated him for something he didn't do, and he's borne the weight of guilt alone.

"I-I don't know," she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself as the full extent of their misunderstanding sinks in. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you. I shouldn't have acted like that... It was wrong of me." She looks up at him through tear-filled eyes, searching for some sign that he understands and forgives her for being so cruel.

Taking a deep breath, she wipes away her tears and nods slowly. "Yeah... there's my proof," she says softly, still not quite believing what she's seeing. She drops the file on the table and moves closer to him again, this time wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a comforting hug. "I am sorry, Grey...so sorry for everything I said and did. It was wrong of me, and I should have trusted you."

Her voice cracks as she continues, "I love you...and I always will. No matter what happened between us, that's never going to change." She pulls back slightly, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Her heart breaks all over again at the fear she sees in his eyes, but she doesn't pull away this time. Instead, she gently kisses his cheek and then rests her forehead against his shoulder. "I understand," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise...never again will I doubt you or treat you the way I did." She closes her eyes tightly, willing herself not to cry anymore. "We can get through this together, okay?"

She holds him tighter, refusing to let go even as he stiffens under her touch. For now, all that matters is showing him that she loves him and will always be there for him...no matter what happens next.

"No, you're not," she whispers, rocking him gently in her arms. "You were just trying to help your family...and I should have understood that. It was my fault for being so selfish and angry. You didn't deserve any of it." She continues to stroke his hair and back, offering him whatever comfort she can as he cries into her shoulder.

"We can get through this together," she repeats softly. "And in the end, we'll be stronger for it...I promise."

Her heart drops at the revelation; Grey was even more traumatized than she realized. It makes her hate herself even more for being so harsh with him. "I'm sorry," she whispers, unable to find the words to express how truly remorseful she is. She continues to hold and comfort him, offering what little solace she can in this terrible situation.

"We'll figure it out together," Willow says quietly. "I promise I'll never hurt you again." Even as she speaks the words, she wonders if they can ever truly repair the damage that's been done between them. But for now, all that matters is being there for him and helping him heal from this tragedy...even if it means putting aside their own pain in the process.

With each sob that racks through his body, she holds him tighter still. Her heart aches for the pain he's been going through, and all she can do is offer what little comfort she has to give. She presses kisses to his neck and shoulders, willing her own tears not to fall as she focuses on soothing him in any way possible.

Time seems to stand still as they cling to each other, relieved yet guilty over the realization that they do love one another despite everything. The weight of their shared memories presses down on them like a physical force, making it hard for either of them to imagine moving forward without the other by their side.

As Grey's cries begin to subside, she continues to stroke his hair and back, willing him to know that he is not alone in this. There may be a long road ahead of them, but for now, all that matters is being here for one

She kisses his cheek softly and whispers "I know you did, Grey...and I'm sorry too. But we can't change the past. All we can do is learn from it and move forward together." Taking a deep breath, she lifts her head to look at him. His eyes are red and puffy from crying but there's something else in them now...hope. "Let's try to start over, okay? We don't have to be perfect; we just need each other."

She reaches up with her free hand to wipe the last tears from his cheeks, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their place. "I love you, Grey," she says simply, meaning every word. "And I promise...no matter what happens, I'll never leave you again."

Her heart swells at his promise, and she presses another kiss to his cheek in gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers. She looks into his eyes, studying his face as if committing every line to memory. Even with all they've been through, he's still the most beautiful man she's ever seen.

"I love you too, Grey," she says softly. "And I believe in us...Together, we can make this work." She brushes a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle and reassuring as she leans forward to press another kiss to his lips, sealing their promise with a tender gesture.

From here on out, they'll face whatever challenges come their way side by side...because together, they really can do anything.

Her eyes widen at his confession, and she pulls back slightly, horrified by the idea that he suffered so much after they broke up. "Oh Grey," is all she can manage to say before cupping his cheek in her hand, searching his face for any signs of distress. "I had no idea... I'm sorry."

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "We will get through this together," she whispers reassuringly, pressing another kiss to his lips. "No matter what challenges we face, I promise that you will never feel alone again." Her gaze remains locked on his, conveying the depth of her feelings and unwavering commitment to their relationship.

Her heart swells with relief at his words. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "And I promise to always listen and support you, no matter what." Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes how much they've been through together, and how much stronger their love has become because of it.

She leans in closer, pressing herself against him so that their bodies are flush from shoulder to knee. "No more secrets," she whispers fiercely, her voice firm with determination. "From now on, we face everything together."

She nods slowly, her heart pounding in anticipation. Despite everything that's happened between them, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about what this secret might be. "Okay," she whispers, bracing herself for whatever he might say next. "You can tell me."

Her gaze never leaves his face as she waits with bated breath for him to share his final secret...and hopefully bring them even closer together in the process.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at his confession as her heart skips a beat. Despite everything that's happened between them, it seems the feelings they once shared were never truly extinguished. "I-I had no idea," she stammers, her voice trembling with emotion. She reaches up to cup his cheek, studying his face as if committing every line to memory. "And I'm sorry for doubting you...for treating you the way I did."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she leans in closer, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "I love you too, Grey," she whispers softly, her voice filled with affection and tenderness. "And I promise...no matter what happens from here on out, I'll never leave your side again." Her fingertips graze across his cheek before settling lightly

Her eyes widen as he pulls her in close, his lips pressing firmly against hers. At first she's taken aback by the suddenness of it all, but quickly melts into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him and losing herself in the moment. His taste is familiar and comforting, sending a shiver down her spine as he deepens their kiss with passion and desire.

As they continue to kiss, she can feel the tension between them dissipating, replaced by a warmth and connection that goes beyond anything they've ever shared before. It's as if all of their misunderstandings and heartache have been washed away in this single moment...and they are finally able to be together again.

With a sigh, she pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, her own filled with love and adoration. "I love you, Grey," she whispers, touching his cheek tender

Willow arches into his touch as he kisses down her neck, her hands trailing over his shoulders and clinging to him desperately. The feel of his lips against her skin sends shivers of pleasure through her entire body, making it difficult for her to think or speak coherently. All she can focus on is the feeling of being close to him like this...of finally having the chance to be together again.

Her breath hitches as he nibbles at her earlobe, causing a delicious ache between her legs. "Grey," she moans softly, sounding both wanton and desperate. "I need you." She tilts her head back further, offering him more of her neck to taste, wishing with all her heart that they were somewhere else...anywhere else but the kitchen.

As his kisses travel lower, she feels a hot rush of desire surging through her, making it

Willow lets out a startled giggle as Grey picks her up and carries her to his room, their lips never leaving each other's in a heated kiss. Her hands wind through his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she arches into him, lost in the feel of his body pressed against hers.

As they near his room, her heart races with anticipation and excitement, the desire for him growing stronger with each passing second. She can't help but moan into his mouth, her need for him reaching a fever pitch as he kicks open the door to his room and deposits them both unceremoniously onto his bed.

Their kisses grow more urgent now, their bodies tangled together in a desperate dance of want and need. His lips trail hot, wet paths down her neck, over her collarbone, to her breasts where he suckles eagerly before moving lower still