Remy stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out her dress. Her nerves were shot, and she couldn't help but feel the weight of the night pressing down on her. Tonight wasn't just another dinner—it was her last shot to prove to Drea that she was serious about changing.
She grabbed her purse and took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair one last time before heading out the door. On the way to the restaurant, her mind raced with a million thoughts—what if Drea didn't believe her this time? What if the damage was already too deep?
But she couldn't dwell on the "what ifs." Remy had made her mistakes, but she was determined to show Drea that she was ready to be the woman she deserved. Tonight was about proving that.
When she arrived at the restaurant, Drea was already there, sitting at a table by the window, looking as beautiful as ever. Her expression was calm, but there was an edge of hesitation that hadn't been there before.
Remy's heart skipped a beat. She approached the table, trying to steady her nerves, and sat down across from her wife.
"Hey," Remy said softly, giving Drea a small smile.
"Hey," Drea replied, her voice gentle but guarded.
They ordered their meals, but the conversation between them was light and somewhat strained. Both of them knew that this dinner wasn't just about the food—it was about their future.
After a few minutes of silence, Remy finally broke it. "Drea, I know I've messed up. More than once. And I know I've said before that I would change, but this time... this time I really mean it. I'm ready to do the work. I've already reached out to a therapist. I want us to go to therapy together."
Drea's eyes widened slightly at that, clearly surprised. "Therapy?"
"Yeah," Remy nodded. "I think it's what we need, Drea. I'm not perfect, and I don't have all the answers. But I want to learn how to be better for you. For us."
Drea sat back in her chair, her expression softening as she listened. Remy's sincerity seemed to reach her, and the walls she had built around her heart started to crack, even if just a little. "You really mean it this time, don't you?" Drea asked, her voice catching slightly.
"I do." Remy leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "I know I keep messing up, but I love you. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose our family. Brielle deserves better, and you deserve better. And I'm ready to be that for you."
Drea's eyes began to fill with tears, and she quickly wiped them away, her tough exterior starting to crumble. "Remy... I've heard this before, and each time, I've given you another chance, only to have you do the same things over and over again. I can't keep going down the same rabbit hole. I need to know that you respect me enough to change."
Remy nodded, her own eyes shining with emotion. "I do respect you, Drea. More than you know. I just... I didn't respect myself enough to stop making these mistakes. But I'm working on that. I've been going to therapy by myself too, trying to figure out why I keep sabotaging us. And I'm not going to stop. Not this time."
Drea let out a shaky breath, her hand instinctively reaching across the table for Remy's. When their fingers touched, Remy felt a glimmer of hope bloom in her chest.
"I don't want a divorce," Remy said softly. "I want you. I want us. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I know I can't fix everything overnight, but I'm asking you to give me one more chance. Just one more."
Drea looked down at their hands, her thumb tracing the back of Remy's fingers. "Remy," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I love you too. And I want to believe that this time will be different. But you have to change. We can't keep going down this path."
