Chapter 3: Aaron's POV

Chapter 3: Aaron's POV

As Marie drifted off to sleep beside me, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty for hurting her, for breaking her heart. I knew that I had to be honest with her, but that didn't make it any easier. Seeing the pain in her eyes had been like a knife to my heart.

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, replaying our conversation in my mind. It had been hard, but I knew that it was necessary. I couldn't keep living a lie. I couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay when it wasn't.

But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake. Was there something I could have done differently? Was there some way that we could have fixed things? The thought of losing Marie, of losing everything that we had built together, was unbearable.

I turned to look at her sleeping form, her chest rising and falling softly. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. How could I have hurt someone who loved me so much?

I knew that I had to make it up to her somehow. I couldn't just ask for a divorce and walk away. That wouldn't be fair to her, or to me.

"Are you awake?" I whispered, touching her shoulder gently.

She stirred, turning to face me. "What is it?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep.

"I'm sorry," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to."

"I know," she said, reaching up to touch my face. "I don't blame you."

"But I do," I said, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "I blame myself. I should have done something, anything, to fix things. I shouldn't have let it get this bad."

"It's not your fault, Aaron," she said, her voice soft. "We both let things slip. We both have things we need to work on."

"But I was the one who asked for a divorce," I said, feeling guilty. "I was the one who hurt you."

"I know," she said, pulling me into a hug. "But that doesn't mean that it's all your fault. We're in this together, remember?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. She was right. We were in this together. We could fix things together.

"Marie," I said, pulling back to look at her. "I know that I hurt you. I know that I asked for a divorce. But I don't want to just walk away. I want to make it up to you somehow. I want to try and fix things."

She looked at me, her eyes searching. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that maybe we could try and be happy together again," I said, feeling a surge of hope. "Just for two months. We could try and remember why we fell in love in the first place. We could try and fix things."

Marie looked at me, considering my words. "Two months?"

"Yes," I said, nodding. "Just two months. And if it doesn't work, then we can talk about the divorce again. But at least we would have tried."

Marie was silent for a moment, and I held my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Okay," she said finally, her voice soft. "We can try."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, we could fix things. Maybe we could fall in love again.

As we drifted off to sleep, her head was resting on my chest, I couldn't help but feel grateful for her forgiveness. But at the same time, I knew that the next two months would be a challenge. We had a lot of work to do, a lot of things to fix. But I was determined to make it work. For Marie, and for us.

The next morning, we woke up early, both feeling a little awkward. We had a lot to talk about, a lot to work through. But at the same time, it was like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. We had a plan, a way forward.

Over breakfast, we talked about what we needed to do. We needed to communicate more, to be more honest with each other. We needed to spend more quality time together, to remember why we fell in love in the first place.

As we talked, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, we could fix things. Maybe we could fall in love again.

But at the same time, I knew that it wouldn't be easy. We had a lot of history, a lot of hurt and pain to work through. But I was determined to make it work.

Over the next two months, we went on dates, spent time together, and talked about our hopes and dreams. We worked through our issues, addressing our communication problems and learning to be more open with each other.

And as we did, I couldn't help but feel like we were falling in love all over again. The way Marie looked at me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she held my hand - it was like I was seeing her for the first time.

As the two months came to a close, we both knew that we had a decision to make. We could either continue on this path, trying to fix things and rebuild our relationship, or we could go our separate ways.

But as we talked, we both knew what we wanted. We wanted to stay together, to keep working on our relationship, and to continue falling in love.

And so, we did. We made a commitment to each other, to keep working on our issues, to keep communicating, and to keep falling in love. And as we did, I knew that we had made the right choice. We had chosen love, and it was the best decision we had ever made.