Disclaimer: I don't actually own the characters; I only own the horrid writing.

There are many things you can regret doing in your life. For me, I just regret doing one thing. That one stupid thing that led me to destroying my family.

"He's not coming over next weekend; he's got a party to go to." Damon said. I rolled my eyes and turned the TV off.

"Thanks for the heads up. It doesn't matter that I was planning on taking him to my sister's next weekend for Elena's birthday." Damon looked around the apartment. I don't know why though. Nothing ever changes in here.

"Well, he didn't know." I could hear the accusation in his voice.

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" Damon crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at me. I took a moment before I spoke again. "Fine. Whatever. Who's party is this?" Jeremy walked out of his room to the kitchen.

"Hey dad." He looked between us. "So I'm guessing dad told you about next weekend?" I put my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, what surprises me though is that you never said a word throughout the entire weekend." Jeremy cringed as he fiddled with the Coke from the fridge. Damon sighed behind me and I looked at him. "What?"

"Can you not make a scene about this?" His voice was tired, as if I was making a scene every moment of his life. I bit my lip and let my hands fall down.

"Fine." That word became very familiar to me over the past 10 years. Since the divorce. "Go and have fun at the party. Just be careful. I'll see you the weekend after that." Jeremy nodded and hugged me.

"Love you, mom. I promise I won't set anything on fire." He kissed my cheek and I smiled at him as the two men left my apartment. I hated this. I hated seeing Damon. I hated feeling the heartache I caused. I hated feeling guilty over not seeing my son every day. I leaned against the door and sighed a breath of relief as once more I was alone. I was Jenna Sommers, the woman who finally got her paper on resocialization published. Not Jenna Sommers, the awful part time mother or Jenna Sommers, the ex-wife who cheated or hell even Jenna Sommers, the black sheep of the family. Nope, I smiled as I grabbed my cell to order myself a pizza. I was finally being me. Some people hate the week. I love it. It is finally the time for me to rest.

/*/*/*/

My niece was a wonderful girl. My sister was a wonderful woman. My brother-in-law was a wonderful husband. And then there was John Gilbert. As I watched him at the dinner table, I could not for the life of me believe that it was this man I chose to sleep with occasionally. Just because I'm a woman it doesn't mean I don't have needs. But I am very desperate since I fuck him.

Elena smiled as Miranda passed her a card that her mother-in-law sent. Probably five dollars inside the card that would buy a really nice lollipop. I sighed and downed the wine in front of me. My evil thoughts were taking over and I swore to myself to not be the centre of attention at this family occasion.

"Jenna, dear." I heard my mother's voice from across the round table. "Slow down on that wine, we don't want you to get into any accidents this evening." I swallowed my pissy retort and smiled.

"Yes, mother." I said and focused the attention back to Elena. "So what did your friends give you?" She beamed at me and started listing off the great gifts she received. I nodded along but with the corner of my eye I saw John smirking at me in that sleazy way off his. Nope. Not tonight. Tonight I want to be disease free. I excused myself to the bathroom and on the way I saw my ex husband in the far corner of the restaurant with my boss. Elijah Mikaelson. I walked into a wall while staring at them. What the fuck? I came back to the table forgetting completely about my need to pee and tugged on Miranda's arm. "Damon's here."

"Really?" She looked around interested. "I haven't seen him in ages. Is he still looking like an ass?"

"Always, he's having dinner with Elijah. My boss." Miranda raised her eyebrows.

"Damon's gay? Sweetie," She hit Grayson's arm. "you owe me 20 bucks."

"Mir. Go and find out what's going on." I told her.

"You want me to abandon my daughter's birthday dinner to go and see what your ex and your boss are doing underneath the table?" She asked sounding unimpressed by my genius idea.

"Yes." I asked not seeing the problem. She took a deep breath.

"Jenna. You and Damon have been divorced for 10 years. You've moved on even before the marriage ended so why the hell do you care if he's having dinner with someone? Even if it's your boss?"

"Because...I don't know. It just annoys me." She took another deep breath and stared me down till I calmed down. I felt dumb when she did that even though I was already in my late 30s. Family. They can make you crazy. I let it go but the thought of it bugged me for the rest of the night. The good thing is that I didn't get hammered. I got a text from my son saying that he was having an awesome time and to tell his cousin a happy birthday. Elena was honestly, the jewel of the family. We all loved her and I think, I feel a bit bitter that my son doesn't have the family she does. It was my fault, I know. I'm the one who screwed up and he has to pay for it now. But bitterness was an emotion I grew accustomed to growing up with Miranda who was always the golden girl while I was the screw up. Self-fulfilling prophecies, the two of us.

I walked home, trying to save money but it might have not been wise in my slightly tipsy state in the dark. Mystic Falls was usually a pretty safe town but at night it always seemed very secluded. I could get killed and nobody would even notice. A car pulled up next to me and Damon got out looking pissed off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I blinked at him.

"What?"

"Get in the dark. I'll give you a ride home." He said trying very hard not to scream. I could see the restraint in his jaw.

"No." I said. "I can get home by myself."

"It's dangerous, Jenna."

"The fuck do you care?"

"I don't but I don't think Jeremy would be very happy to know his mother went and got herself killed because she's fucking crazy." I rolled my eyes and started walking away from him but he grabbed my arm. "Jenna. Get. In. The. Fucking. Car." He spat the last few words and practically shoved me into the passenger seat. In the next moment he was behind the wheel and driving while I massaged my arm.

"That hurt." I said in a small voice. His hands clenched the steering wheel. "Why were you meeting with Elijah? I saw you two at the restaurant. He your boyfriend? Because if so, then you've got good taste."

"In men." He commented. I looked out the window to not show how badly that remark hurt. "He's a friend. It's not any of your goddamn business but we're thinking of merging our firms." I turned to gape at him.

"No. Nuh uh. That shit ain't happening."

"Jenna—"

"No! Fuck off! You're not going to be my boss!" He smirked at that and gave me a sideways glance.

"Why? You're scared?"

"Hell yeah I'm scared! You've already made my life hell—!"

"Who made it hell for me first?!" He yelled in the car. I let my heart skip a beat. In over a decade we haven't mentioned that topic to each other so it was a pretty powerful blow to the head to hear him scream it out just like that in the heat of the moment.

"I..." Talking was nearly impossible for me because my throat was dry in an instant. "Damon...It will never be enough me just saying I'm sorry. I hurt you—I hurt US in an unbelievable way and I regret it every single day. I can't change the past...I'm sorr..." I turned to look back out the window and swallowed the fear and the tears. "I am so sorry for ruining our family." I whispered so quietly that I doubted if he even heard. When he parked in front of my building he didn't look at me as I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get out of the car as gracefully as possible.

"Jenna..." His voice froze me. "I...I don't...hate you...I wish I did. It would be a lot easier. But I never hated you." I looked at him and he was staring straight ahead.

"You should." His eyes flickered to mine. "You should hate me. It would be a lot better if I disappeared from your and Jer's life. For the both of you." I got out of the car and walked quickly to my building. I took one last glance at the car before heading inside and kicking my shoes off in my apartment. It was dark. I bit back the tears as I missed my son. This was a cruel punishment but I deserved it. I deserved hell. I sighed and walked to the kitchen pulling out a bottle of wine. I didn't have a wine glass so I just got a normal one with the lights still off. The wine was good and it helped to numb me a little. There was a knock on my door. I downed the rest of the glass hoping whoever it was, they'd get bored and go away. But no. The knocking kept on continuing by the time I finished my third glass.

Annoyed, I opened the door and lips came crashing down on mine. Familiar burning spread across my body as I pulled him inside my apartment and let him slam me into the door. I kissed him back furiously, my hands wrapping around his neck and my tongue prodding at his lips to open them. His left hand made its way up my right thigh as his left was unbuttoning my blouse skilfully. I let my lips move on from his onto his neck slowly. He growled in appreciation and grabbed both of my thighs, wrapping my legs around him, before walking us to the bedroom. We collapsed against my mattress. I rolled us over so that I was on top but he moved his lips to start sucking on my collarbone while his hands took care of my breasts. I moaned.

"Damon, fuck..." I could feel him smirking against my skin as he took my right nipple into his mouth and started sucking. I looked down and just watching him do that was making me aroused. His eyes were on mine and I nearly came right there and then when he lightly grazed my nipple with his teeth. The eye contact was pretty fucking intense and we haven't even gotten to the pretty intense fucking yet. He focused on my other breast taking my hand in his and linking them together. 'Don't think. Just don't think.' I told myself as I kissed him.

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"No. We're not back together. We just—"

"Have sex. You've told me." Miranda rolled her eyes. "But don't you want to be back with him? It's already been 10 years, Jenna. Don't you want to stop wasting any more time? I'm sure Jeremy would be happy."

"Miranda, what are you trying to tell me?"

"That you and Damon should get back together."

"Miranda. The only way I can get him to stay is if it's just sex and then he falls back in love with me."

"Jenna. That's not the only way." I looked down at my coffee.

"What if he says no? What if I screw this up again? I don't want to hurt Damon. I don't want to hurt Jeremy." Miranda took my hand in hers.

"Well, you won't know until you take that chance." I stared at the ground thinking of whether or not I was brave enough to change mine and Damon's relationship.

"I don't think I can." I said quietly. Miranda let go of my hand sighing. I looked up at her face and smiled. "But I have to take that fucking chance."

A/N: So the ending is open for all. I like to believe in a happily ever after but like I said, you're free to think what you like and to be honest, I'd love to know in the reviews what you guys think should happen. Love you all for reading. :3