I didn't really know how to act around Vic at this point. Him and I had been through it all, but never did I think that we would have crossed such a line. I felt terrible, My stomach was in knots, I felt nauseous, I felt like my hands were permanantly shaking from nervousness. We didn't talk about it yet, and that's honestly all I wanted to do. I wanted to tell him that we shouldn't have done what we did and we should put it behind us. I didn't want to confuse Jonah in any way shape or form, nor did I want to be the "other" woman.

I sat at my desk and tapped my pen, unwilling to control my emotions that had been building up since the day I told Vic that I wanted a divorce. Had I wanted this? Had I wanted Vic back into my life, like really back into my life? I looked down at the stack of papers in front of me that needed my approval. I couldn't even think about anything but Vic and Jonah. Oh my god, how confused would Jo be knowing that his dad and I have been together more often now than we were when he was younger. What if he thinks that we're back together or something? Could a five year old sense those things? Could he sense the confusion and tension?

"Olivia, you have somebody on line one that wants to speak with you." My assistant Kelly said, coming by my office.

I nodded, picking up the phone and pressing the button that read, "Line 1."

"Olivia Mendoza, how may I help you?"

"Hey Livvy, what are you doing for lunch?" I knew who it was as soon as he said 'Livvy.'

"Um, hey Vic. I'm not sure yet, why?"

"Because I wanted to swing by and talk to you about something." He had a hint of concern tainted in his voice. I knew what he wanted to talk about, and I was ready to talk about it.

"Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you, too."

"How about we meet at that deli, you know the one we used to always go to?"

A soft smile came about as memories flooded my mind about that deli. "Sounds great. Does 12 sound okay?"

"Perfect." He answered.

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12 came around and I was fiddiling with my thumbs, I had gotten there early, rehearsing everything I wanted to say to him about what had happened. He walked up to me with a grin, "Hey." I could tell he wanted a hug, but I remained seated.

"Hey." I said back, gesturing for him to sit down in front of me. He did as he was told and suddenly, I didn't know how to bring up the situation.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you about some things. Some of these things happened a long time ago, some of them happened recently. I just, I don't know Livvy, I can't erase these thoughts of us and it drives me insane. Now, I'm starting to think if they won't go away for a reason."

My shoulders relaxed a little, but my heart was doing the opposite. "Things like?" I took a sip of my water to try and calm my nerves somewhat.

He took a deep breath, and let out s sigh, "Why did you want to get a divorce?" His eyebrows furrowed together, I could see the pain in his eyes. I don't think I really saw that before. He lightly bit his lip and continued to stare at me. I felt like I could see his heart breaking before my eyes. "Was I not a good husband?"

That last question tore me to pieces. "Vic, you were an amazing husband. If I ever got married again, I don't think he'd ever compare to you. Things just got to be too much for me. I was practically raising Jo on my own, and working, and holding down the fort because you were always gone. I was always perfectly fine with the whole band dream, I mean fuck, I took the first photos for A Flair For The Dramatic. I was rooting for you all the way. What scared me most was you not being there. And, I desparately needed you to be there. My best friend was gone." The tears that had formed in my eyes had fallen, and they kept falling. I didn't think we'd ever have this conversation. "Whenever we'd fight, I'd always call you the selfish one. But, now that I think back, and believe me, I think back a lot; I know you weren't selfish. I knew what was happening with you and Mike, and I really knew it once Jaime and Tony came along. Things were changing, and they were changing fast. I feel like I was the selfish one. I kept acting like it was such a burden for you to be out there in the world living your dreams, but I think I just wanted to live them with you, Vic. And, I couldn't do that." I tried to stop crying, he tried to stop crying. Divorcing Vic was the biggest regret I had in life. It was the only one I had.

"Olivia," He hasn't called me that in a long fucking time. "When I called your work, can I be honest and say how much it killed me to hear you say Mendoza and not Fuentes? I never wanted this. I never wanted to be without you. I really didn't. You forced me to. Most of the last record was written about you. Most of this one was written about you. Do you think I liked sitting there, having to sign a fucking piece of paper to signify that my wife was dumping me? Do you think I liked having to form a fucking schedule so I could see my son? No, I didn't. Amy was there as a rebound. I didn't think it would be two years later and she'd still be there. I shouldn't be with Amy, I should be married to you still."

I looked at him, tears running down my cheeks. I hurt him. I broke his heart more than anything. I couldn't ever forgive myself for doing such a thing to somebody like Vic. I stayed silent, recollecting what he had just said to me. This wasn't supposed to happen. I looked down and fixed the hem of my shirt, almost thinking of it as a way to fix this. But, there was no fixing this. There was no way in hell that we could clean up this mess that I made.

He wiped his eyes, water still hanging in there. "Livvy, look at me, please."

I hesitantly looked into the chocolate brown pools that caught my eye that one day in biology class.

"I also want to talk about what happened yesterday."

I took a deep breath and said what I had to say. "We shouldn't have done that. That just completely crossed boundaries that shouldn't have even been there. Stuff like that can confuse Jonah and I mean, you cheated on your girlfriend. It was a mistake."

As soon as I said the word, "mistake", it looked as if Vic got slapped in the face by the heaviest hand. He opened his mouth to talk but couldn't get the words out. He stuttered a little, U-um, yeah. It was a mistake." When he repeated the word that I had dropped onto him, he said it with the most angered tone. He was pissed, and nobody wanted to see or deal with an angry Vic. That was something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

He glared at me with his eyes darkening and watering even more than they were before.

"Vic, I'm sorry." I said, getting up from my seat and grabbing ahold of my purse. "I'm sorry for everything."

I slammed a five dollar bill onto the table and walked out of the deli back to my car. The second I drove off, tears fell down my face like the worst rainfall had it San Diego in it's lifetime. My heart had broken into a million pieces, even more so. I didn't know who I could turn to at this point, at this time of the day, I wanted to be far away from Vic. And, our 20 minute conversation left me with 40 minutes to kil before I had to head back to my 8-5.

I sat in the parking garage of my work, trying to fix my makeup since it was ruined by the tear fest 10 minutes ago. A tap came across the passenger side window and I looked, seeing a lanky figure on the other side. I unlocked my doors and Mike opened it and sat down. He frowned when he saw my expression.

I put down the eyeliner that was in my hand because I knew I was gonna cry again. He cleared his throat, "He called me on my way over here and told me what happened."

I looked over to him and felt the urge to just scream my lungs out. "I don't know what to do, Mike."

He gave me a confused look asking, "What did he mean by, 'She called it a mistake.'?"

My eyes widened, holy fuck he doesn't know. "Mike," I took a deep breath. "Vic and I had sex yesterday."

His mouth dropped and his eyes got huge, "You and Vic, what?!"

My voice was almost down to a whisper, "We had sex."

Mike was quiet, I knew it was judging us; me. "It just happened! He showed up at my house with breakfast and we talked about things going on in our lives, and he helped me with laundry. He kissed me, though. I mean, I kissed back and it's not like that helped the situation. But, Mike, I said it was a mistake because it was. That shouldn't have happened ever. He cheated on his girlfriend of two years because of me."

"Stop acting like you give so much of a shit about Amy, Liv. You know that she's wrong for Vic and that she always has been wrong for him." His tone caught me off guard. Great, did I just piss off another Fuentes? Because if I did, I am getting out of this car right now. "You two," he chuckled, "are something else. Never have I met exes quite like you and Vic. It's like, there's unfinished business there. I look at how he still looks at you, Olivia, and guess what? It's the same way he looked when he came home that day at school and said he talked to the girl of his dreams. The same look he gave you when you guys hung out that summer. It's the same look he gave you when he fucking proposed to you in front of everybody the day after my graduation party, and it's the same fucking look he gave you when you guys got married. How the fuck do you not see that? The kid is still madly in love with you and you're still madly in love with him."

I brushed off what he said like the stubborn girl that I am, "Jonah can't see that happening. He can't see confusion going on between Vic and I. If he didn't want a divorce so bad, then why did he sign?"

"If you didn't want a divorce so bad, why did you file?" Mike shot at me, hitting me right where it hurt. "Are you kidding me? Jonah would lose his shit in the best way, if you and Vic got back together. He's already getting used to how much time you two are spending together anyway. You should've thought of that before you met Vic for lunch that one day. Because ever since then, you two have seen one another every other day."

"I asked you to come here so I could vent to you, Mike. Not for you to bitch at me about what I'm doing wrong. And you can do that all you want, but don't give me shit about my child. I know what's best for him. And what is best for him is for Vic and I not to continue whatever it was we started." I was pissed, what the fuck does Mike know? He's never raised a child, yet alone a fucking pet.

His eyes looked sorry, "I'm not trying to tell you that-"

"-No, I'm done with this conversation. Thanks for not being a friend enough to fucking listen to what I had to say." I turned off the car and grabbed my things from the backseat. He remained seated for a second until I got out of the vehicle. I pressed the lock button and walked back into the building. I had had enough with today.

Notes

W H O A T H E R E ! What are you guy's thoughts on what just happened? If you think that's the end of it, boy, you're wrong.

Thank you again for the feedback on this story, it means so much to me. And, if I could kiss every one of you, I would. ♥