Thank you so much for the reviews, favorites and follows. I'm stunned by the response the first chapter has gotten. I hope I can live up to the expectations.

Oh, and this chapter is already M in the second part but not the kind of M you would like to see. I'm sorry but this chapter will hurt immensely. But there is no way around it.

Chapter 2

It just hurt. A knife twisting in her chest, over and over. Seeing him, watching him was giving her excruciating pain. Pain through which she had to keep smiling because no one should see how deep the hurt drove into her.

But the worst were those brief seconds their eyes met when everything around them seemed to stand still, those brief seconds when she forgot that she couldn't just go over to him and touch him, forgot that she wouldn't fall asleep in his arms tonight, those brief seconds when she forgot about everything that was keeping them apart just to be hit by reality the moment she blinked.

It was too much. It was just too much.

The diner was too crowded, too many people watching her every move, fearing she would turn into the Evil Queen again. But she could deal with those, but not with all those pitiful glances from the pirate and Emma, not to mention the Uncharmings.

And then her eyes flickered back to him, meeting his gaze for another second, her heart aching in her chest and she just needed to get out of here.

But she didn't get far, hearing the door open behind her, a person rushing after her and she knew it was Robin who had followed her outside but she didn't stop.

"Regina, wait."

She couldn't talk to him. Alone hearing his voice, knowing he was so near was making it hard to even concentrate on walking, her chest tightening as he said her name again and a moment later his hand was around her arm, swinging her around so that she had to face him.

"Regina, I'm ..." She made the mistake to look up, and when she locked eyes with him the pain sliced through her, harder than before, almost unbearable to take. "I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry about." She was grateful that her voice was not betraying her, sounding strong and confident, not showing how utterly wrecked she was inside.

"But I am. This is … it's an unique situation and I meant what I said. You were my second chance but now Marian is back and ..."

"She is your wife." Regina interrupted him, couldn't listen to his explanations any longer, knowing it would end only one way. He was a honorable man. Of course he would choose his wife over her. "And the mother of Roland. I understand."

"Yes, she is my wife. But that doesn't mean what we had wasn't real."

He lifted his hand, his fingers skimming over her cheek and she couldn't help it, leaning into his touch, tears pricking the back of her eyes as she felt his calloused fingertips brushing over her skin.

"I love you, Regina."

The knife hit deep, knocking the breath out of her and she stumbled back, his hand falling down, a lump forming in her throat as she crossed her arms in front of her chest in hope that would keep him away from her because if he would touch her again she would lose it.

"There is no point in discussing this, Robin. You are married. What we feel for each other ..." Her voice quivered and she gulped hard, her fingers digging into her arms in a desperate attempt to numb the emotional pain. "It doesn't matter. You will go back to your family and I to mine and we will just forget about the last months."

"But I can't just forget about you. About us."

"We have to." She said firmly, suppressing the urge to just use her magic to get away from him because she was teetering on the edge, seconds away from falling. "Goodbye, Robin."

She turned around sharply, walking briskly around the corner, her steps faltering the moment she was out of sight and as she continued to walk home she let the tears stream down her cheeks, not even trying to hold them back.

He was lost to her. Forever. And she didn't now how to go on with her life without him.

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He had made the decision and now he had to live with it. With all of it. He loved his wife and he would not think of Regina. He would not.

But it was too hard. It was just too hard not to.

The skin under his lips didn't feel right, the moans reaching his ear weren't the right timbre, the smell was different, the woman he was pleasuring with his hands and mouth wasn't the right one.

He knew there shouldn't be three people in the bed but he couldn't stop thinking about Regina. He just couldn't.

He forced her image back into the darkest corner of his brain and settled himself between his wife's legs, hoping this would make it easier to forget but when he pushed his hips forward and slipped in he had to bite his tongue, almost letting out a sob because this was so wrong and he didn't want to have sex with Marian but he was married to her and if this marriage should have a chance he needed to make an effort. He needed to forget.

Marian was writhing under him, bowing into him, her nails boring into his skin as he drove her closer and closer to her release. Gritting his teeth, he quickened his pace, trying to chase away the memories of another woman.

When he felt her walls flutter around him he pumped even harder, his thumb pressing against her clit until she shot over the edge and he kept pushing into her, bringing her down from her high, chasing his own release in hope it would make him forget about Regina for just a few seconds.

But when he felt his balls tightening he pulled out, even in the sexual haze that was clouding his brain he didn't want her to end up pregnant, and when his semen spurted out of him and landed on her stomach, all he could think about was Regina's mouth wrapped around him, sucking him hard and he slumped down beside Marian, clenching his hand around the sheet as he imagined Regina slipping over him and settling into his lap, her hot core pressing against him and he just wanted to scream.

He forced himself to turn his head, looking at Marian and she smiled at him, making him feel even worse. Because he was betraying her, even if only in his mind it was still a betrayal, since he wished so hard to be somewhere else. But it wasn't possible.

He reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand, pulling some out and turning back to Marian, cleaning her gently, his gaze glued to his task as he struggled with his emotions.

Dropping the used tissues on the ground, he leaned back and Marian scooted closer, snuggling against his side, increasing his self-loathing even more.

"I'm so glad to sleep in one bed with you again."

"Me too." Robin said quietly, gulping down the lump that formed in his throat with the lie, pressing a kiss against her forehead. "Me too."