"What are you talking about Jack?" Marge asked him. She slowly stepped away from him as his words sunk in. She'd left him! Oh no, she wasn't going to let him get away with that!

"No, what are you talking about?" He asked her as well, seemingly just as confused as she was. Marge shook her head as she rolled her eyes. How could he be confused about leaving her?

"How about six months ago I came home to find it devoid of all of your belongings?" She mocked him. Her head tilting back and forth in a sarcastic matter, if only to drive the words home.

"How about when you left me for another man?" Jack threw back at her, repeating her head tilting motion, his voice like steel.

"What are you talking about?" Marge asked him again, her brows wrinkled in her confusion. Cheated on him? Was he insane?

Jack growled as he pushed Marge roughly down on the bed, causing her butt bounce up and down for a second. He soon followed suit, turning his body so they were facing one another.

"Lets talk this through like adults so there are no more, "what are you talking abouts," all right?" He asked her, his face etched out in stone. Marge nodded her head mutely as she searched his face for some emotion, anything. But in usual Jack style, he was hiding it.

" Six months ago…" he started out softly, looking down at his hands. "I went to buy you an engagement ring," he choked out the words. He hadn't ever wanted her to know about that but he knew that he couldn't keep it a secret any longer. Not if they were finally going to talk about what had happened.

"And as I'd been picking it out I saw you walk in the store, with another man," he spat. His face definitely had emotion now. Marge's eyes were round as saucers at the murdersome look on his face. It was then, right then, that she realized just how very much she must have hurt him, without even knowing she'd done anything at the time.

"I saw you two picking out rings, and in disbelieved shock I left. I left for good knowing that you wouldn't need me anymore," he finished with a tight leash on his emotions. But Marge knew him better and she could see the pain behind his speech. "How could you Marge? How could you do that?"

Marge reached for his hands, and nearly cried out loud when he shoved his away. She wanted to cry, but knew she needed to be strong if only for this once in her life. She remembered that day; she remembered the event, helping Peter pick out his fiancées wedding ring.

"Jack, it's my turn to talk now, and I want you to listen to me very closely. I remember that day as well. My sister's boyfriend's brother asked me if I would help him pick out an engagement ring for his girlfriend. He figured that since I was a girl I'd know the perfect one…" she smiled remembering the young naive kid.

"So I'd gone with him, hoping to help him find 'The One'. It'd taken us four hours but we finally did, at Tiffany's I think. It had been a grueling day, looking at ring after ring and I'll I'd wanted to do was go home and soak my feet. But when I'd come home I'd found the house empty," she finished, as tears ran down her flushed cheeks. She hated remembering that day, but she too was glad because now she was coming to understand many of the circumstances of that day.

"Oh my God," he whispered softly, as he sunk his head down into his hands. "I've been such a fool," he whispered to himself. Marge whipped the tears from her cheeks and she enveloped Jack in her arms, resting her head on his shoulder as they both sat in silence, taking in all that was just discovered.

"I loved you so much Marge and you'd broken my heart. I'd been determined to get my revenge on you. It came to me later, remembering how bad your financial situation had been. That's when I'd decided what I would do, I'd take half the company. But that suddenly became too easy. So I set out to seduce you, which seemed easy enough," he winked at her wickedly with a knowing smile. "Because you were still attracted to me."

"So that's what all of this was about," Marge wondered aloud. "Because you wanted to get back at me for hurting you?"

"Yes, but Marge you have to understand that it didn’t work," he rushed to explain, grabbing her hands quickly as he made her look him straight in the eye. "Because, because I did what I'd set out to do to you. I fell in love."

Marge's body jerked back from shock and her hands went limp in his. Did he just say love? She asked herself, as hope started to slowly make it's way up her stomach to rest somewhere threateningly close to her heart.

"What did you say?" She squeaked out, as more tears started falling down her face. He let go of her to gently wipe the tears away with shaky hands.

"I said, that I fell in love with you Marge," he repeated.

"Oh my God," she mumbled to herself. "I've been just as big a fool as you," she told him cupping his face gently with her own shaking hands. "I love you too Jack. I'd never stopped and that day I saw you I thought my world had righted itself, and at the same time crumbled because you hadn't wanted me back… Oh, but you had," she stated dreamily to herself, as an absent smile came to her lips. But it was the smile in her eyes that had his heart beating again.

"I'm sorry Marge."

"Me too, I'm sorry we hadn't been strong enough to work this out months ago," she told him. She leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes as wave after wave of love rolled through her, stealing her breath clear away.

"We'll be strong enough now. Whatever challenges that come our way, we'll face them head-on," he promised her as he bent his head and captured her lips with his.

"Anything," she whispered into his mouth.