Your husband's apology is insufficient for you. He understands that, after all, what he did was quite wrong-kissing Brooke Davis, who is supposed to be your best friend. However, that's justified since it was years before he met you.

You discovered the kiss in one of those videos Nathan records on his camcorder that, besides recording his plays, also records some...uploaded stuff. He's not a sicko, they're just memories, memories he now wants to erase.

Since you discovered his secret, he broke the video camera and all the memory it contained, but it wasn't enough for you to forgive him. Nathan was running out of ideas until he looked for the reliable play.

You were cooking dinner, still upset and hurt, until a kiss on the back of your neck pulled you out of your inner world. You turn around and notice Nathan, holding a rose and a small box of chocolates wrapped in a pretty gift wrap with phrases he told you a long time ago. You were fascinated but kept your guard up with a skeptical and hostile face.

"I know it was idiotic of me to keep that, but it was a long time ago," Nathan commented, sounding genuinely desperate for your apology. "But this thing I gave you is recent, very recent. I'm not that guy anymore, you know?"

"I'm Nathan Scott, your husband."