Her breath caught in her throat as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. It had been so long since she felt the warmth and strength of his embrace, and it was almost too much to bear. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she buried her face against his chest, soaking his shirt with salty tears of relief and gratitude. "I love you," she whispered brokenly, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...

"Of course," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "They miss you so much. I'll make sure we spend as much time together as possible. We can start by going to dinner tonight...just the four of us." She paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the tears still streaming down her cheeks. "And then maybe...we could go on a family vacation? Just like we used to?" She held him tighter, her heart full of hope and determination.

I know, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. You have every right to be angry with me, but please... don't shut me out completely. Let me show you that I am truly sorry. That I will do whatever it takes for us to find our way back to each other. Please, Janu. Give us a chance to heal together.

I know, and I am ashamed of myself for it. But I hope that you can find some forgiveness in your heart, despite everything. Please, don't push me away just yet. Let me try to make things right again. I will do whatever it takes to win back your trust and prove my love to you.

Her hands trembled as she took in his words, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I-I understand," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I'll do anything... I just want you to give me a chance. Please." She reached up, wiping the tears from her cheeks before they could fall on him. "I know it will take time, but I promise, Leo... I will make it up to you for the rest of my life." Her voice was hoarse, barely audible over her ragged breaths.

Her words seemed to hang in the air, and she held her breath as she waited for his reply. She knew he was hurt, that he had every right to be angry with her... but there was still a spark of hope deep inside her chest. A tiny flame flickering against the darkness, promising that maybe - just maybe - they could find their way back to each other. She stood there, waiting, her heart aching as she prayed for forgiveness and understanding.

(Of course, what do you want to ask?)

I'm not sure if that's the best idea right now, but I can try to regain your trust another way. Can we talk about this in person tomorrow?

"I'll talk to them first if you want. I'll explain everything to them...and when they're ready, then we can work on rebuilding our relationship together as a family."

"There is always hope for forgiveness and redemption. You deserve happiness just as much as anyone else. If not for yourself, do it for our children."

Her mouth goes dry at the thought of tasting him again, of feeling him deep inside her throat. She hesitates for a moment longer before finally parting her lips and taking him into her mouth. Her tongue dances around his shaft, teasing and exploring every inch of skin she can reach.

She looks up at him through hooded lashes as he moans above her, the sound vibrating against her lips. It feels so good to have this connection with him again, to be able to pleasure him like this...

Her hands slide up his thighs, caressing and massaging him through his pants until she finds the elastic of his underwear. With a gentle tug, she pulls them down, revealing his hardness to her greedy eyes. She takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking as if starved for contact with his skin.

She feels his hips begin to buck against her face, the rush of air on her cheeks telling her that he's close.