"I do not care if he is the president of the United States. Right now, he is high on his goddamn emotions. He is not thinking like the Commander of Chief, he is a man with a damaged frontal lobe. Turn the camera off, drag him off the podium. I do not care what you do. Just,Shut. Him. Up!" Cyrus yelled to the staff members as he watched Fitz on the live screen.

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"I have been having an extramarital affair with another woman. We started with an innocent relationship between two staff members but after realizing the affection for one another, I made a choice to start an affair. This relationship is not simply for my sexual needs and is a serious matter that we are considering. This has, is and will continue throughout. I apologize to this nation and to this people for my unfaithfulness toward my wife, but I refuse to apologize for falling in love. Thank you for your time and have a wonderful night." Fitz concluded as he walked down the stadium with 30 security guards making a human barrier between the hungry reporters and the president.

Olivia looked around but everything was just a blur. A big blur of reporters and flashes swarming the room. The only thing she can see and hear was Fitz's voice as he confessed to the entire nation. 'Is this a dream?' She thought as she felt sick and dizzy. Even though he never gave out the name, she felt like everybody was staring at her and she was about to pass out. The only thing that was keeping her from collapsing was his eyes staring right back at her, his sad, warm yet defined, sharp eyes seemed like it was piercing through her soul. He looked like he was expecting a reaction. An answer.

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"This is entirely your fault!" Cyrus screamed out as he was pointing at Olivia. Mellie, Olivia, Fitz and Cyrus was in the oval office. "If you hadn't been there looking at him with your puppy eyes, then this wouldn't have never happened. This. This mess."

"Enough." Fitz said in a bold voice.

"Or maybe if you kept your distance and even had the slightest decency to leave the married man alone, not acting like some political power craving whore, this romantic novel would have never been written. This never should have happened." Cyrus was raging.

"I said enough." Fitz replied standing up from his chair as he looked down at Cyrus. Warning him. "It was my decision, my choice, my words. Stop hurting her."

Mellie gave a short sarcastic laugh. "Don't bother Cyrus. He is a man in love. He doesn't care if people call him a man-whore." She looked back at Fitz. "You just had to be the hero don't you? Be the prince charming saving her from the misery. Well, guess what? You just opened the door of hell for her. With your own two hands." She stated as she walked out, slamming the door. Cyrus followed after her as he sighed.

Fitz looked at the door and looked at Olivia. Olivia who was silent and was physically present but wasn't really with him. She had a blank expression on her face. An emotionless, soulless expression. "She's right..." She finally whispered under her breathe.

"What?" Fitz replied with a frown.

"Mellie is right. You... You... Ruined my life." Olivia stood up and pointed at him as she started to well up the tears down her chocolate brown eyes.

"You opened the door of hell. My life is over. There isn't going to be 'Olivia Pope' anymore. I am just going to be that girl, who seduced the president and slept with him. A woman who committed adultery. A scandalous whore who was craving for power. I'll never be me. I will be the mistress. Your mistress. The mistress, of Fitzgerald Grant the III."

She looked right up at him. "And you, you also ruined your life. You are no longer the leader of the free world. Nobody is going to remember you as the friendly president. You are going be named as a man-whore. A horny old man who used his authority to sleep with a younger woman. Who was unfaithful to his wife and who broke up his family. You will loose everything that you worked for. Every bit of respect that you've earned. The honorable legacy that you built upon your family. You just lost all of it. It's over."

"..." Fitz walked up to her as he stood so close to her, barely touching her clothe. "I don't care. I love you."

"Stop saying that!" Olivia yelled out. "Stop saying that you don't care. Because you do. This isn't you talking right now. This is the injury, your damaged frontal lobe, the inability to make wise decisions. That is what was up at that podium. That was what was talking."

"GODDMANIT!" He screamed out with a louder voice as he slammed the wall.

"Why don't you get that this is me talking. That I will do anything for you. I want to be with you. I want you to be my wife. I want to live in that house in Vermont, make babies and have a normal life with you. I love you. That gunshot was a sign, and waking up, was God giving me a second chance. A chance to do something that I always wanted to do. That I know that I will never regret. Letting me know that the we are worth all this. That you are worth all this. You are the love of my life. And I am not willing to risk this chance again; to die without letting you know how much I can do for you. How much I am willing to give up for you. How much I love you."

Olivia eyes were watering as she gathered her stuff. She walked away from him, keeping her distance. But before she could hold her bag, he continued.

"I!" He screamed out getting her attention. "I.. Just gave up everything for you. You are the only thing I have left." He gazed at her. "...Don't leave me."

She walked up toward Fitz as she laid her stuff back on the couch. "This is so wrong Fitz. We... are so wrong."

He walked up closer to her as he cupped her face lightly with both of his hands. "Then tell me." He could feel her breathing nervously. "Then tell me, why this feels so right." He passionately kissed her as their tongue intertwined and knotted, letting them feel the spark and fire building up in their stomach.