A/N: UPDATED UPDATED UPDATED (does happy dance). This chapter is a little shorter, but there's a reason for this: it's told from Angela's point of view, and it finally reveals a secrettht people have been pushing to see revealed. Do you think you can guess what it is? I'll give you three seconds:

ONE... TWO... THREE!

Ha ha, thought I was going to tell you, huh? I'f you want to know the secret you have to read on.

Don't own them, never will, original characters are mine, song belongs to Deana Carter, haven't we been through this already?

He was working through college on my grandpa's farm.
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car.
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.
When one restless summer we found love growing wild.
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path.
It's funny how those memories they last.
Like strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.

Strawberry Wine- Deana Carter

After Don and I divorced I thought I'd be alone for the rest of my life. I was sure no one would ever accept me as he had, and I was prepared to live with that.

Then I met his new girlfriend Elizabeth Rankin.

She had red hair down to her shoulder, and she was a sweet woman, but for some reason she bothered me. She ran Charlotte's daycare center, I'd met her before, and she'd never given me a hard time.

Yet I couldn't explain why she bothered me so much. Could it be the fact that she was dating my ex-husband? No… he was my ex- husband, emphasis on ex… he could date who he wanted. Was it the fact that I thought she was more beautiful than I was? No… I hadn't had those types of issues since I was in high school… Perhaps it was the fact that she was spending time with my daughter?

I think we just hit the nail on the head there.

Elizabeth spent time with my daughter each and every day, at the daycare center. I didn't appreciate the fact that she was spending even more time with her outside of said building. Don and I would always discuss these things… for Charlotte's sake, but he hadn't come to me regarding Elizabeth.

Maybe he wasn't that serious about her.

Was he just looking for a fuck buddy in her?

If that was the case then I was a little more relieved. But if I knew Don, he wouldn't be using someone just for sex… he wasn't that type of guy. If he was going to have sex with you than he was serious about the relationship. Now that I knew he was seeing Elizabeth, on Friday, when he dropped her off for the weekend, I asked him to come inside.

He did, and as Charlotte went off to play in her room, it was then I finally mustered of the courage to ask him about her.

"What's this thing you've got going with Elizabeth?" I asked. He had waited for about six months until I was fully recovered from Damon's attack before dating again, but I'll admit, it… kind of broke my heart.

"I like her…" he admitted to me.

"What does Charlotte think?"

"I don't know, Elizabeth is still a new presence, but she'd tell me if there was something she didn't like about her."

I nodded. Charlotte was a smart girl. She'd told me that there was something about Damon that she didn't like, but I hadn't listened. I'd convinced myself that underneath his tough exterior was actually a good guy, and Charlotte had said it was an act (in simple, three year old terms, mind you). I'd been too stubborn to believe her.

"Is it serious?" I asked.

Don seemed taken aback. I saw him shake his head, and then his smile got me again.

"We haven't gotten that far yet."

"So you haven't slept with her?"

"No…" he insisted. "I don't sleep with someone the first couple of dates in."

"You did with me." I countered. It was true; Don and I had slept together on our second date. Like I said he was patient with me, and it was then I knew he didn't just want sex and then to run on to the next girl.

"Because I knew I loved you, I still love you."

My mouth dropped open. Had Don Flack just admitted that he still loved me? The look in his eyes let me know he wasn't lying. You could tell a lot about a person by the way their facial expressions changed in response to questions. I had always been able to tell what Don was thinking, especially in emotional situations.

I almost couldn't believe he still loved me.

When I'd handed him divorce papers I'd said the same thing. I'll always love you…but I'm not in love with you anymore.

I lied.

I was still in love with him, and I knew it.