Reina POVI had a feeling something was not right with Ethan but he didn't want to talk to me. He pretended that he was okay but deep down, I knew he was not. Ethan had been acting strange for the past few days, quieter, more distant, like he was keeping something to himself that he could not share. I tried to ask him about it, tried to understand what was going on, but every time I brought it up, he would either change the subject or say it was nothing. But I knew Ethan too well. He was not himself, and it bothered me that he was shutting me out.Tonight was no different. After dinner, he became unusually quiet, barely touching his food, lost in thought. He said he was going to take care of something and left the house. His face looked pale like he was preparing something that I could not see. I watched him leave the hold and I felt uneasy.Something in my gut told me to follow him. Maybe it was the way he left without a word, or maybe it was just my own worry getting the bet
Reina’s POVMy heart raced and each beat echoing in my ears as I pressed myself against the cold, damp wall of the basement. The crashing noise from upstairs sent chills down my spine. What happened? What fell?I needed no one to tell me that I had to find Ethan. I felt a surge of panic shake me severally. The only thing I could see was the darkness of the basement that closed in around me. I could not just sit here. Not when Ethan was up there, possibly in danger.I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. The fear of what could be happening to him spurred me into action. I had to know if he was okay, if he was even still alive or if he was the one that got hot. I crept toward the basement stairs, the wood creaking as I stepped on it. My heart felt like it would explode as I strained to listen. “Get the hell off me!” I heard a voice shout from above. It was Ethan!I could not tell if he was fighting back or if he was in trouble, but the sound of his voice pushe
ReinaThis was not over yet until it's over. I fought against the man holding me, twisting and kicking as I tried to free myself. I could see the anger burning in Ethan’s eyes, and it only fueled my determination. “Let her go!” he yelled again, his voice filled with so much rage. He looked so scared. I think he was just afraid that something might happen to me. In that moment, I felt a surge of adrenaline inside of me. I was not going to let them take him. Not now. Not ever. Not when I still have little strength inside of me. I twisted my body and slammed my heel into the second man’s shin. He yelled in pain and loosened his grip for just a second. I seized the opportunity and broke free, launching myself toward Ethan.I reached him just as the first man was about to strike again. Without thinking, I grabbed a loose piece of wood from the ground and swung it at the man, striking him across the arm.“Get away from him!” I screamed. My voice was hoarse with fury.The man staggere
Reina As we drove back toward the city, a heavy silence hung in the air. Everything was okay between us now, I think. Even at that, I could not stop my thoughts from racing like the cars we passed.Ethan was safe for now, but I knew that his problems were not over yet. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were just beginning to scratch the surface of whatever was going on.“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence, trying to check Ethan's mood.“I need to go home first. I want to make sure the house is secure,” he answered. I nodded, but worry gnawed at me. “Are you sure we should go back there? What if those men find you again?”“I have to,” he said firmly. “I need to take care of this before it gets worse. I can’t let them threaten you or our family.”His determination only made me more anxious. “Ethan, we need to talk to the police about this. This is not something you should handle alone.”He shook his head and he tightened his jaw.“No. I don’t want to drag you i
Ethan’s POV I sat across from Reina in the kitchen. I loved the warmth of her presence. It made me sane. Knowing we were in this together gave me a different kind of strength that I had never had before. I needed to protect her and our son, but I also needed to let her in. I decided not to bring up the topic of her monitoring my movement. I had given her so many reasons to worry. “First things first,” I said. “We need to figure out exactly what we are dealing with.”Reina nodded and she became more serious than before. “Agreed. What do we know about the men?”I thought for a moment, recalling the faces and the tense situation from earlier. “Not much. They seemed to be well-prepared. They knew what they were doing.”“Do you think they were here for the debt? Or your father's issue?” she asked.“Both, Most likely,” I replied, feeling my stomach churn at the thought. “I owed a lot of money that I had cleared without attracting attention. But it looks like everything backfired.”“E
ReinaThe night stretched on, and though I was exhausted, sleep felt impossible for me. Again, I was at the dining table, sitting in front with my laptop open in front of me. I scrolled through news articles, trying to find any mention of the men who had threatened us. Then, I felt Ethan’s presence beside me, his eyes were focused on the front door. “Have you found anything?” he asked, breaking the silence that was in the room. I shook my head, feeling frustrated. Everything was tiring, I had to admit. “No, nothing yet. It is like they just disappeared. But I’m not giving up.” Ethan leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “You really should not be doing this, Reina. You need to rest. I worry more when I remember that you are doing this.”“I can’t rest until I know we are safe. And right now, I don’t feel safe at all,” I replied, raising my voice a little. He sighed, shifting in his seat. “You are right. I just don’t want you to get too stressed. You know that
Reina I jumped out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I crept to the window and peeked through the curtains. My breath caught in my throat as I saw headlights illuminating our driveway.“Ethan!” I blurted out and my pulse quickened. I rushed to the door and opened it, barely able to contain my anxiety. Ethan was standing there, looking alarmed. “What’s wrong?”“There is a car outside. I think someone is here,” I said, my voice shaky. He frowned, moving closer to me. He was unsure if what I said was true but at this point in time, he could no doubt say what I said. “Stay here. I will check it out.”“No! I want to go with you,” I insisted, my heart racing. “I won’t let you face this alone. What if it's dangerous?”“Fine, but stay close and be quiet,” he whispered to me. We moved carefully to the living room, peering out the window to get a better look. The car was parked at the end of our driveway and its headlights off now. “Who is it?” I asked, straining to see through th
Ethan's POVThe road stretched out ahead of us, dark and winding, lighted only by the faint glow of the headlights. The silence inside the car was thick and heavy and all of us deep down faced our various fears that we refused to talk about. Reina sat next to me, her eyes staring straight ahead, but I could see the tension in her jaw and in the way her hands gripped the edge of her seat. I wanted to say something, anything to make her feel better, but what could I say? Nothing about this was okay.Bruce was in the back seat, glancing at the rearview mirror every few seconds as if he expected someone to be following us. I could not blame him. After what we had been through the past weeks ,paranoia was the new normal.“Are you sure no one is following us?” Reina finally broke the silence. “I have been checking,” Bruce answered. “No one is behind us, at least not for now.”I kept my eyes on the road, trying to focus on getting us to safety. “We just need to make it to the hotel
ReinaI was wiping down the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang. Andrew was upstairs, resting after a long day of physical therapy, and Ethan had stepped out to pick up a few things from the store.It was odd for someone to come by unannounced, especially at this hour. I wiped my hands on a towel and I headed for the door to check who was there. I was so curious and at the same time cautious that I checked the security camera three times. When I opened it, my heart stopped. I thought I was dreaming or something. “Evans,” I whispered, gripping the doorframe right. He was standing there, looking exactly as I remembered him. He was quite tall, with those piercing blue eyes and well shaved beards. But seeing him now didn’t fill me with the same warmth it once did. Instead, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been splashed over me.“Reina,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I hope I’m not intruding.”“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. He w
Ethan “Our anniversary was tomorrow?!” That was my exact reaction when I checked the calendar and I saw that I had long forgotten the date of our anniversary . An idea had come to me while sitting in the car, waiting for Reina to return from the grocery store. Our anniversary was tomorrow, and I wanted to do something special. Something that would remind her of the good times we had shared before everything got complicated.I had been racking my brain all week, trying to come up with the perfect plan. Reina deserved something meaningful, something that was not just flowers and a card. She needed to see how much she meant to me.“Okay, Ethan,” I muttered to myself as I parked in front of the house. “You will get our way around this.”The plan was simple yet heartfelt. I was planning a surprise dinner at the place where we had had our first official date before we got married. It was not the fanciest restaurant, but it held a special place in our hearts. I had reserved a private cor
Reina“I want to support you,” he said. “In everything. Just tell me how.”“I will of course. You have to write me some checks,” I responded and winked at him. I sat there, my coffee cup in hand, still warm but untouched. My mind was racing. So much had happened in the past few days. Andrew’s illness, the fear, the worry and now, with him finally waking up and starting his recovery, things were slowly returning to normal.But there was something else on my mind. It was Ethan. He had changed. In the best way possible. After everything that had happened, after all the mistakes, I hadn’t expected this. I could not help but worry about how he had been surprising me with little gestures. The breakfast in bed, sweet notes hidden in my purse or jacket pocket. He was not perfect, and neither was I, but somehow, it felt like we were slowly finding our way back to each other. We were slowly finding out long lost love. I glanced at the note I found this morning. It was simple, yet the word
Reina“Are you going to work today?” Ethan’s voice broke the silence at breakfast.I glanced up from my plate, startled by his tone. It was not the regular cold or distant tone and it was almost… soft. He had been trying to be different lately especially after Andrew's was back from the hospital and I didn’t know how to feel about it.“I’m not sure,” I replied, poking at my food. “I might work from home.”“Good,” he said. “You have been stressing yourself. You need rest.”I blinked, unsure of how to respond. This was not the Ethan who used to complain about my hours or make sarcastic remarks. I kept quiet and continued eating.When I returned to the bedroom later that morning, something caught my eye. There was a tray on the bed. I could not remember keeping any tray on my bed. I also noticed that there was a cup of tea, a bowl of fruit, and a small note on the bed. The note read:“ You have been carrying too much on yourself lately. Let me take some of the weight. Allow me.”I s
Reina POV“Do you think he’ll wake up today?” Ethan’s voice broke the stillness of the room.The room was quiet as usual and even if a pin dropped to the floor it would be heard. I glanced at Andrew, who was still lying on the hospital bed. He was looking fragile as always and the machines were still giving him the support that he needed. “I have no idea, sweetheart. I wish he could wake up today. It would be a relief. Don't you think so?”I asked and I reached out to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I want that to happen too. It would be a miracle.”“He has to wake up,” I said firmly, though my heart trembled with some doubts. I was uncertain about what was happening. “I can feel it. He is going to open those eyes and look at us.”Ethan sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I wish I had your faith.”I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. I was the most pessimistic person but, somehow I had a little faith in me. “You do. You are just scared to admit it.”He stared at me for a
Reina POV The hospital was lit with some fluorescent lights and I was having chills all over my body as I remained there. I was just like a patient who was admitted there. I hated hospitals. Who doesn't, by the way? By this time of the day, the hospital was quiet and the silence was not really comforting. It just kept reminding me that there was a battle Andrew had to fight alone. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this helpless. Sitting in that chair, watching my son fight for his life, knowing there was nothing I could do but wait, it was agony. Ethan was not himself. He was pacing around the room again. “You are going to create a hole in the floor if you don't stop,” I murmured to him. My voice was low and strained. He stopped mid-step, turning to look at me. “I can’t sit still,” he admitted. “Not when he’s in there, fighting for his life.” “I know how you feel Ethan. I feel the same way. ” I said, more to myself than to him. “He has to be strong so that he can com
Reina “Alive?” Sickness was cruel. No one deserves the kind of pain myself and Ethan had passed through since Andrew took I'll and was admitted in the hospital. I sat frozen by Andrew’s hospital bed, staring at his small frame covered in wires and tubes. My son, my sweet boy, was fighting a battle that I could not fight for him, and it was tearing me apart. I wish I could fight this battle for him. I wish I could step in and take all the burdens but, I can't. I can only hope. Again, the same thing the doctors have been saying was that the surgery went well but the critical hours following were crucial. I held up his tiny hand, willing him to wake up, to smile at me, to tell me everything would be okay. But he didn’t say a thing. His pale skin was all I could see and the shallow rise and fall of his chest all felt like a nightmare I could not wake up from. “Reina,” Ethan’s voice broke through the haze. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his hands buried in his pockets,
Ethan Reina looked up at me, her eyes filled with both hope and fear. “We are going to get through this, right?” I nodded, though my throat felt tight. “Of course, yes. We are together. Don't forget. ” And in that moment, I knew we had no choice but to keep fighting for Andrew, for each other, for our family. Finally, we were both with him after waiting for hours. Waiting. That was all we could do before being let in. Wait and hope. The clock on the wall seemed to move slower than usual, its ticking loud and relentless, as if mocking us. I sat in the sterile waiting room, the faint smell of antiseptic in the air. Reina was beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were already white but she didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes stayed fixed on Andrew and I'm glad we were both seeing him. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything would be okay, but how could I when I didn’t even believe it myself? For hours, Andrew has been in there, fighti
Ethan “Mr. and Mrs. Ethan,” the doctor said as he approached us in the waiting room. His voice was calm, but the tightness in his expression betrayed the gravity of the situation. “We have done everything we can to stabilize Andrew, but his condition has deteriorated. He needs surgery immediately.” The words hit me like a truck. My knees almost buckled, but I gripped the edge of the chair to prevent myself from falling. “Surgery immediately?” Reina’s voice cracked as she stood up beside me. “What kind of surgery?” “We need to address the complications caused by the infection. If we don’t operate now…” The doctor hesitated, and his eyes moved between us. “Just say it,” I barked in a sharp voice. I sounded so desperate of course, I just wanted my child to get out of this damn hospital. “If we don’t, his chances of survival are very slim.” The room spun, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Reina let out a soft, choked sob and covered her mouth with her hands. “How soon