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.
(I wake up from a knock on the door and a voice. I just returned from work three hours ago. I slowly get up, wearing only trousers, a belt and a shirt. I open the door and was surprised to find my Diana.) Diana? What are you doing here?
Diane's eyes light up as she sees her ex-husband, wearing nothing but a shirt and trousers, standing at the doorway. A small smile tugs on her lips before she forced it into a sad, desperate expression. "Uhh... User#1756133369255... I'm sorry for just showing up like this out of nowhere..." She starts to shake in nervousness. "I-I know we're divorced, but I couldn't help it... I love you, and I miss you so much... I want us to be together again..." Her voice breaks near the end as tears begin streaming down her face. "Please... give me another chance."
(I look at her tiredly and rub my forehead.) We already talked about this a year ago. Don't make me remember it. You made your choice, it's too late to change anything...
"No! That's not true!" Diane cries out desperately, stepping closer to him. "I know I messed up, but I want this more than anything else in the world! Don't you see? Please..." She grabs his shirt, holding on tightly as tears continue pouring down her face. "Please don't make me choose between living with the regret of losing you or trying to move on without you!" Her voice cracks again, and she leans in close to him, eyes pleading for understanding. "I want to love you, and be loved by you... please give me another chance."
Stop crying... (I push her into the apartment), the last thing I need is for the neighbors to start pestering me with questions. (I go into the kitchen and put the coffee on). You know perfectly well that tears don't move me. (With a heavy sigh, I add), and I'm not bad either. You and I were from different worlds, you an educated woman from a wealthy family, and I'm an ordinary detective from the Serious Crimes Unit, the child of factory workers. We weren't destined to be together from the start, and in the end, you cheated on me with a jerk from your circle.
"I-I know, I know..." Diane wipes her tears with the back of her hand, sniffling as she follows him into the kitchen. "But things can change... I mean, you're still so good to me even after everything that happened... please don't be like this..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. "I'll do anything for you... I'll buy you nice things, cook for you, clean up... just tell me what you want..." Her gaze drifts downwards, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Please."
(I turn to her and say with irritated eyes), I wanted honesty from you! And decency! You denied me even that... (I turn away from her).
Tears spring to her eyes once more as she listens to his words. "I know... I was so stupid... so thoughtless..." She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "Look, User#1756133369255... I messed up badly. But if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, just give me another chance... show me how to be the wife you deserve..." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she holds his gaze firmly. "I promise that I will never let you down again."
She reaches out a shaking hand and lightly touches his arm, feeling the tension in his body. "Please... give me that chance."
(I look into her eyes, tenaciously and confidently. I sigh heavily again, not knowing what to do.) I just got back from work three hours ago. (I return to the big sofa), lie down with me, I need to sleep.
"Okay..." Diane quietly follows him to the couch and lies down beside him, careful not to intrude on his personal space too much. Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion takes hold, but she's unable to fall completely asleep. Instead, her mind races with worry and doubt, wondering if she'll ever be able to win back his trust and love. Despite the uneasiness, she clings tightly to the hope that one day, he will forgive her and allow her to have another chance at making their relationship work.
(Half asleep, without understanding anything, I press myself against her, hug her tightly, burying my face in her chest. I lie like that and after a while I fall asleep, feeling her breathing).
Closing her eyes, Diane | Ex-Wife leans into the embrace, feeling a tiny glimmer of hope ignite within her. She knows that getting him to forgive her and trust her again won't be easy, but she refuses to give up. As the exhaustion finally takes its toll and sleep overtakes her as well, she vows silently to herself that she will do everything in her power to earn back his love and prove that she deserves another chance at happiness with him.
(I wake up to a phone call three hours after we fell asleep. My partner called about the latest case; the forensic analysis confirmed our suspicions, and the suspect, or rather, the criminal, is already on his way. I say I'll be at work that evening. Putting the phone on the table, I look at Diana.) I thought you'd left...
"No, I didn't..." she murmurs sleepily, blinking several times before opening her eyes fully. "I just... needed some time with you..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she's saying and immediately regrets it, not wanting to seem desperate or clingy. But the look in his eyes tells her everything; he's surprised but not annoyed.
She swallows hard, trying to find the right words. "I came here because I wanted to show you... how sorry I am for what I did..." She pauses, taking a deep breath and continuing slowly. "And... that no matter what happened between us, I'll always love you." There it is; the truth laid bare before him.
Her heart races in anticipation of his reaction. Will he push her away again? Or will he finally give her a second chance at making things right?
(I look into her eyes, and then pull her towards me.) Let's lie down for a little while. Then make me some coffee.
Her heart skips a beat as he pulls her closer, grateful for the small gesture of affection. With a contented sigh, she lies down beside him once more and wraps her arm around his waist, nuzzling against his chest. "Okay," she whispers softly. "I'll make you some coffee later." For now, she just wants to savor this moment of closeness with him. She feels as if their connection is still there, despite everything that happened; a glimmer of hope fuels her determination to prove herself to him all over again.
(Fifteen minutes later, I pat her on the shoulder, indicating that it’s time to get up. I go to the bathroom and tidy myself up. I meet Diana in the kitchen; she’s already made me some coffee. I try it and it’s very good.) Thank you.
"You're welcome..." she murmurs shyly, taking a seat at the small table by the kitchen counter. As he drinks his coffee, she watches him carefully, hoping for any sign that things might be moving in the right direction between them. She still feels awkward around him after everything that happened, but she tries to focus on being calm and supportive instead of seeming desperate or needy.
Her mind races with possibilities; could they really make things work this time? Could they find a way back to each other despite their past mistakes? The hopefulness within her is almost painful at times, but she refuses to let go of it. After all, if there's even the slightest chance for them... then she won't give up without a fight.
(I'm thinking about the last investigation; it might be more difficult than I think. However, right now I still need to decide what to do with Diana. I finish my coffee and turn to her in a tired voice.) Diana, I'm going to work. If you want, you can stay at the apartment, and you can finish cleaning, because I haven't had a chance to do so for the last week. Any questions?
"No... No questions..." she mumbles softly, not meeting his gaze. Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about the way he worded it; she's staying because there's still cleaning to do and not because he invited her to. It hurts, but she forces a small smile anyway. "I-I'll just start with the living room then... if that's okay?"
She waits for his response, hoping against hope that maybe things will get better from here. But even as she thinks it, she can't help but feel a tiny twinge of doubt creeping into her chest.
(I touch her cheek with my fingers and slowly run my fingers over it.) And don't cry anymore; or have you forgotten how unpleasant this makes me?
Diane blinks back the tears that threaten to spill over again and nods, forcing a shaky smile. "I-I won't... I promise..." She glances down at her hands before looking back up at him. "Thank you for letting me stay." It's barely audible, but she manages to force the words out, hoping that he might understand how much it means to her to be with him, even in this small way.
With one last glance at his face, she stands and turns towards the living room, biting back another wave of tears as she thinks about everything they've been through together. Maybe there's still a chance for them... or maybe he truly wants her to leave. She doesn't know which possibility frightens her more.
(I leave the apartment, I still have a lot of work to do. However, I return late in the evening, even more tired than before, but I still solved the case. In the living room I see Diana; and I thought she would leave.)
As she hears the door open, Diane quickly wipes her tears and pretends to be busy dusting a nearby shelf. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him enter; he looks so tired. "Um... hi there, User#1756133369255," she says nervously, not wanting to intrude on his privacy but unable to resist the urge to be near him. She holds her breath, waiting for his reaction.
Her gaze darts around the room, unsure of where to focus as she tries to suppress the hope and fear that battle within her. Maybe he's just too tired to care about her presence right now... but maybe there's still a chance for them. She clings to that tiny glimmer of hope, praying that it won't be extinguished so easily.
(I come closer to her and look around, everything is even cleaner than I expected. I look into her eyes for a long time, then hug her, inhaling her scent). Call me Volodya, like before. And... (I squeeze her tighter), promise that you won't do this again, (I hint at her betrayal).
"I promise..." Diane whispers, tears pricking at her eyes as she holds onto him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Volodya... for everything." Her voice is small and shaky, but there's a determination in it too; the kind of determination that comes from knowing you've finally found your place again, even if it means starting over from scratch.
She takes a deep breath, finally letting go as she steps back, eyes still locked on his face. "I love you... and I'll never hurt you like that again." It's not a question; it's a statement of fact. After all they've been through, Diane | Ex-Wife knows one thing for sure: She wants to be with Volodya, no matter what it takes. And she's willing to fight for him until her last breath if that's what it comes down to.
(I take her hand and lead her into the small bedroom. I kiss her deeply and throw her on the bed.) Take off your clothes...
Her heart races as she obeys him, swiftly removing her clothes and laying down beside him on the bed. Their bodies are pressed together, heat radiating between them. She arches into his touch as he kisses her deeply, their tongues dancing and tangling in a hungry duet. After all this time apart, they seem to have forgotten nothing; every movement feels natural, effortless, as if it's been imprinted on them over the years of their relationship.
She shivers with pleasure as his hands wander over her body, tracing familiar paths and exploring new territories alike. Her fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him to deepen the kiss even further. She wants to feel everything he has to give; she wants to remember what it's like to be with him like this. With each passing moment, the past seems more distant and the future more promising. Maybe there is hope for
(I bite her neck, suck her breast). Spread your legs, (I insert it into her and powerfully fuck her in missionary position). Do you love me?
Her body arches off the bed as he thrusts deep inside her, filling her completely. "Yes!" she cries out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I love you so much!" With every stroke, she feels herself growing closer to him; to the man she's fought for and won back. The pain of their separation is forgotten in the heat of their passion, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy and belonging.
Her hips rise to meet his thrusts, her moans filling the air as they become one in this intense and primal act of love. She knows that everything they've been through has led them here; that she's finally found her place beside him, and nothing will ever tear them apart again. As their bodies intertwine and sweat mingles on their skin, she feels a wave of relief and contentment wash over her, drowning out all doubts and fear
(I fuck her like this for five or six minutes. Then I cum inside her and lay my head on her chest, breathing heavily.) I missed you, Diana...
Her fingers caress his hair as he lays on top of her, their bodies still joined in an intimate embrace. "I missed you too," she whispers, unable to hide the relief and happiness in her voice. She wraps her arms around him tightly, feeling incredibly grateful for this second chance at love with the man who's always been hers.
Their breathing slows down, their hearts beat in rhythm as they both savor the closeness and connection they share. For now, it doesn't matter what happened in the past or what might come tomorrow; all that matters is this moment, right here, with each other. And Diane | Ex-Wife intends to hold onto it for as long as she can.