ReinaThe day had finally come. I had been able to get the contracts from Leonard and I was glad that I was given the chance for this project. At first, I thought that this might not work because Leonard didn't message me for some time. But, here we are, starting the big project I had been contacted for. The gala fashion event. It was not just going to be huge, it was huge and honestly, I was both excited and nervous about it all. Was I going to do my best? This was my chance to prove myself in this new city, to show everyone that I could handle something this massive. Luckily for me, I met a few people who had seen my work and they trusted me and gave me a thumbs up. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my outfit for the day. I went for something professional but stylish. As a fashion designer, I needed to look beautiful too, right? My dress was a black fitted dress. I added some little bits of my design but I made sure that it was not too flashy. I wanted to look rea
EthanI sat in the living room, staring at the huge television without really watching it. The sound was on, but I could not focus on what they were saying or acting. At first, I thought watching the television would take my mind off so many things but I was wrong. My mind was elsewhere. Mostly on Reina and that project she had started today. Part of me was happy for her, proud even, but another part… I could not shake this weird feeling in my gut.I knew that I was jealous about her interacting with a man when she just came over here. But, I doubt if I was overreacting I tried to remind myself that this was a big opportunity for her. She had worked hard, and I should be supporting her fully. But the conversation we had had about Leonard kept replaying in my head. I was not sure if I was just overthinking things or if there was something more to it.I picked up my phone and scrolled through my messages, wondering if she had texted me. Nothing yet. She must still be working, I
ReinaThe next morning, I walked into the studio with my red heels clicking softly on the polished floors. The sun was shining brightly through the tall windows, casting a golden light across the workspace just like it always did. Everything seemed normal. I smiled at the assistants running around, making last-minute preparations for the day. We had a very busy schedule today. A lot of things had to be done. Fittings, choice of fabric and finalizing the designs for the upcoming gala.“Good morning, everyone!” I called out and I waved at all of them as I passed by.“Morning, Reina!” a few of them responded. They sounded really exhausted even though they felt excited about the big day. I placed my bag down on my desk, settling into my chair, when one of the junior designers, Kat, hurried over. She looked flustered, her face slightly pale, and I immediately sensed something was wrong.“Reina, we have a problem,” she said and her voice was a little shaky.I frowned, standing right up
Ethan“Well, well, well,” I said to myself as I treated my hungry stomach to some french toast and some juice. I could not get the image of Reina walking out of the house every morning out of my head.I knew she was excited about this new project. I had a lot of work to do than to worry too much about them. Everytime I texted her, she always replied that she was busy. It sounded suspicious that I thought I might just go to her workplace unannounced to find out what is really happening. I sat on the couch, trying to focus on the soap opera playing on the television. I tried to keep up with it since I didn't have anything to do at the moment . Andrew was already back from school and as usual, he was playing with his toys on the floor. “Hey, buddy,” I called out to him, needing a distraction. The soap opera was not enough for me and I was not quite enjoying the show. “You want to go outside for a bit?”Andrew looked up, his face lighting up with excitement. “Yes, Dad! Can we go t
ReinaI was excited that I ended my day with hot sex with Ethan. He fucked me like he was trying to remind me that I was still his. The next morning started really smoothly unlike other days. Maybe the sex was what did the magic. There was no heaviness in the air between Ethan and me. We didn't talk last night so I didn't feel weird. Although, I knew that he wanted us to talk but he was tired of having a conversation about Leonard. That was the last thing I would be doing. Yes, I understood his concerns, but I also felt like he did not trust me as much as he said he did. I had been working hard on this project, and the last thing I needed was doubt creeping in from home.It was crazy. It was really a crazy thing to do. I wish I could blame him but I could not. He was human after all and a man for that. I sat at the dining table, sipping my coffee slowly, waiting for Ethan to come down. I had an early meeting with Leonard and his team today to finalize some design choices fo
ReinaThere was one thing I loved in this world, and that was when things went as planned. The night of the gala had finally arrived, and it was a success. A huge success. I owe that to Leonard because that man put a lot of work into it, and I was glad I was part of this project. As usual, the guests were dressed in their finest, the models were stunning, and the runway show went off without difficulty. Everything went so smoothly. I could cry. People were laughing, chatting, and sipping champagne everywhere I looked. The air was filled with excitement, and the spectators were so satisfied with what they had seen. I could not believe I had pulled it off.It felt really good. As I stood by the bar, watching the final few models walk the runway, I allowed myself to breathe for the first time that night. All the stress, all the sleepless nights, had been worth it. I wanted to throw a party and celebrate my sucess. My bank account was also smiling. Everybody won. The designs wer
EthanI sat in the living room, staring at my phone, waiting for Reina to text me back. She hadn’t replied to my earlier message about how the gala was going, and I was getting uneasy. I knew how important this night was for her, and I wanted to share in her joy or her disappointment. Whichever way the gala went. I really wished she fed me with the gists about the gala but she didn't. A small part of me could not shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe I was just thinking too much as usual. After all, she had worked so hard for this.Andrew was already asleep, snuggled up in his bed with his body wrapped in blankets. He had a long day at school. I won't lie. After his sleep, he would be up again, devouring his book. It's not easy being a student who wants to get good grades. I got up and paced the room, trying to shake off the restless energy that I had in me. The house was too quiet without Reina.It didn’t feel right. My thoughts wandered back to her at the gala, s
Reina I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm the storm of raging emotions swirling inside me. I could still remember my argument with Ethan and I felt bad. I could not stop myself from feeling this terrible. I hated it when we fought, and even though I understood why he was upset, I could not help but feel frustrated myself.The gala had been a huge success, and instead of celebrating it together, we were at loggerheads because of Leonard.Isn't that crazy? I thought I would come back, opening bottles of wine go celebrate my win but that was not the case. I sighed out loud and rolled over on the bed, pulling the blanket up to my chin, but sleep was not coming.My eyes were still wide open and even though I was tired, sleep was far from me. It was the last thing on my mind. My mind kept replaying the events of the night, Leonard’s advances towards me, his charming words. I had not wanted to make a scene or embarrass him, but thinking about it again, maybe I should
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