ReinaI could not hold it in anymore no matter how hard I tried. If I laid down to sleep, the same thought about relocating to Japan kept creeping in. I knew Ethan was excited about the opportunity that he had gotten. This was a possibility and a chance of getting something bigger. But, I could not pretend that I wanted this. As I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair absentmindedly, I rehearsed what I would say to him. My stomach felt like it was tied in knots. How could I tell the man I loved that I was not ready to relocate at this point in my life?The door to our bedroom creaked open, and I saw Ethan’s reflection in the mirror. He looked tired, his tie loosened around his neck, and his eyes was dim with so much tiredness. “Hey,” he said softly, coming up behind me. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder as his hands settled on my waist. “You look beautiful.”“Thanks,” I responded. I turned around to face him, leaning against the dresser. I took a deep breath, my heart
Reina’sI stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a little conflicted within myself. It had been days since my conversation with Ethan about his decision of us relocating to Japan.Ever since then, things between us have become so cold. He had barely spoken to me since, and I could not shake the feeling that we were drifting apart again. For the utmost time. I was genuinely tired of everything that was playing out. Maybe that’s why I have not completely shut Leonard down. I bit my lip, remembering the last time I saw him. His eyes were always so intense, so filled with admiration, and it felt good, too good. I don't think Ethan had looked at me like that in a long time. Not since we moved to this new country. Not since he became consumed with his work. I knew I should not let Leonard’s attention get to me, but part of me craved it.The buzz of my phone interrupted my thoughts and I glanced down at the screen, and there it was a text from Leonard. It was as if he knew tha
ReinaThe next few days felt like walking on a very thin ice which was going to break soon. Every time I glanced at my phone, I half expected to see another message from Leonard. Part of me dreaded it, but another part… well, I could not lie to myself. A small part of me wondered what he would say next. It was safe no say that I always anticipated his text nowadays and now, He hasn't texted since that night at the dinner. Well, maybe that was for the best. I would not know. I kept myself busy, throwing myself into work and spending more time with Andrew. Ethan was still focused on his business, and after his brief trip out of the country, he seemed even more distant to me and he didn't seem to care about me. I had refused to tell him about Leonard lingering advances anymore. I would do whatever I wanted to do. I told myself I was protecting him, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.I was protecting myself.It was late afternoon, and the house was quiet. Andrew was at a
ReinaLeonard’s message still occupied my heart and I could not get over what I had just read from him. I had barely slept and I was tossing and turning as my thoughts spiraled inside of me. The sunlight shone through the window, but I couldn’t find any peace in it. I knew what I had to do. I sat up, glancing at Ethan’s side of the bed. He was already gone, as usual, leaving early for another busy day. I could not remember the last time we had had breakfast together. Our lives felt like they were running on parallel tracks, barely intersecting.This has gone from bad to worse and I hated it.I needed to talk to him. Tell him the truth. But the fear of what that conversation might unleash kept me frozen. What if he didn’t trust me anymore? What if it made things even worse?I shook off the thought. No more avoiding it. Today was the day.Andrew was still asleep, so I went downstairs, making myself a cup of coffee to help me think properly. My phone buzzed on the counter, and slow
Ethan I stood by the window, staring out at the city that had become our home, but my mind was far away. My mind was in Japan. The word felt like it was stuck in my head, echoing over and over again. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the pressure building inside me. The offer was still fresh in my mind. It was too good to ignore, too impossible to walk away from.The man at the meeting had not even blinked when he laid the terms out. A multi-million-dollar deal, a fresh start, everything I had ever worked for within my grasp. All I had to do was relocate my family to Japan, and it was mine. But Reina...She had made it clear. She didn’t want to move. She was settling in here, building her career, making waves in the fashion world.I could see the light in her eyes every time she talked about her latest projects, the way she was finally coming into her own. And Andrew, he was getting used to school, making friends. They were happy here. But me? I was restless. I was so res
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, and I could not breathe right. Ethan’s words never left my mind even for a second. I was stressed and now. All I could think of was Ethan going to Japan alone.It was my fear. But can he actually think of that?After everything we had been through to settle here, to build something stable for Andrew? And me? And us?I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of it all. I didn’t want to be angry, but I could not help it. How could he think that money, no matter how much, was worth tearing our family apart? I knew Ethan was ambitious. He had always been but this felt different. It felt like he was willing to leave us behind for an attractive opportunity used to lure him in. One thing I could not quite understand was his sudden interest in that. We were far from being poor so it was disgusting that he still wanted more. I sighed heavily, reaching for my phone on the bedsi
Reina It was late, past midnight. The house was unusually quiet, with only the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen breaking the stillness. I could not sleep. My mind kept circling back to the conversation Ethan and I had earlier. It felt unfinished, like we were stuck at a crossroads, neither of us willing to move forward, but also not ready to back down.I decided to get up and get some water. As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard faint noises coming from our bedroom. My steps slowed, and I strained my ears to listen. It was the unmistakable sound of drawers being opened and closed.Filled with so much curiosity, I turned back and headed toward our room. I pushed the door open gently, not wanting to make a sound. The sight that awaited me made my heart drop.Ethan was standing by the wardrobe, pulling out clothes and laying them on the bed. His suitcase was open, half-packed, with his shirts neatly folded on one side. I froze at the door, trying to make sense of what
Reina I stayed on the couch for what felt like hours, replaying Ethan’s words in my head. He was leaving. For Japan. For money. For his dream. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.My thoughts were a tangled mess of anger, sadness, and confusion. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to demand he choose us over that job. But another part of me was too tired, too broken. I was exhausted from trying to hold us together.I heard Ethan moving around upstairs again, the sound of him zipping up his suitcase making my heart clench. It was really happening. He was leaving and that was it. Just as I was about to get up and confront him again, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.I wiped my face with the sleeve of my sweater and reached for it, hoping it was not some random notification that would only make things worse.When I saw Leonard’s name flash on the screen, my stomach dropped.I had not spoken to Leonard since our last encounter at the mall. Ethan had been so adamant about
EthanI stood by the window in my hotel room, staring at the city lights shining brightly against the night sky.The streets below were alive with honking cars and I could hear laughter, and the distant thrum of music right here in my room. Yet inside this room, the silence I felt indifferent. I felt something that I could not quite shake off. The events of the last two days replayed in my mind like a broken record. The redhead, the alcohol, the shame. And Carl, my so-called friend who had managed to vanish when I needed him most.I clenched my fists, anger bubbling under the surface. “You are an idiot, Ethan,” I muttered to myself. “An absolute idiot.”My phone buzzed on the bedside table, snapping me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, half-expecting Reina’s name to light up the screen. But it wasn’t her.It was Carl. “Come on dude. Let me be.”I hated the way I was dwelling on all of these. I had work to do and I haven't been able to do anything yet. For a moment, I conside
ReinaThe dinner with Leonard didn't go as expected. As usual, he was cutting through corners. If he knew that I had submitted his name to the cops, maybe he would have given me more information. I was left to rack my brain over this. This was something that was meant to be the detectives work but I have not gotten any report from them. I wanted to call them to ask if they are making any progress but I guess I should just wait for some time. I sat at my desk, staring at my computer screen. The article I had been reading earlier blurred before my eyes. Leonard's words from the night before were still looping in my head. How would I get him to tell me all I need to know?Ethan was in Japan and some unknown people see plotting to kill him. Getting anything from Leonard seemed impossible especially when I knew that he was more interested in my body. But, I can't give in him or anyone. I was w married woman and I had a child. "They see Ethan as a threat,” I repeated as I thought alou
EthanThe cold shower did little to wash away the guilt clinging to my skin. I stood there, water pouring over me, hoping the icy sting would calm the storm in my chest. But it didn’t.I was haunted by memories and all I could see and hear and feel were The redhead’s laughter, her touch, the softness of her lips. it all kept on haunting leaving a relentless echo in my mind.“You are a fool, Ethan,” I muttered, slamming my fist against the tiled wall. “A bloody fool. How could you do such a thing?”I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel. My reflection in the fogged-up mirror stared back at me. I looked like a total stranger. A stranger with bloodshot eyes and a fucked up face. This was not me. This was not the man I promised Reina I would be.Reina. My sweet wife. Her face swam before my eyes and I could still see her bright smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. What would she think of me now? Would she even look at me the same way if she knew what
ReinaThe clock on my desk kept ticking loudly and I wondered if it was because I was paying attention to even the little things that I was able to hear it. On a normal day, I would care less about a clock. The sound of the clock was made louder by the silence that engulfed the house. At first, I was sketching a few designs that I was going to put up for sale in the online market but my attention became divided when I remembered that there was something I had to do quickly. tapped my pen against the edge of my notebook, staring at the half-written page in front of me. Research on Leonard had consumed my thoughts for the past two days, but the deeper I dug, the murkier things became.Something about him didn’t sit right with me.I sighed, pushing the notebook aside and reaching for my phone. My messages with Ethan stared back at me, our recent exchange still fresh.“Hey. Busy morning. I will call you tonight. Miss you.”His words these days had been reassuring, but something felt of
EthanI woke up to the sound of a door closing softly, followed by the faint click of heels on the floor. My head throbbed, pounding restlessly that made even the dim morning light coming through the curtains feel unbearable. Letting out a soft groan I tried to sit up, but the heaviness in my limbs kept me pinned to the bed.And then it hit me. I was naked. In her. By this time. I blinked, looking down to see the rumpled sheets tangled around my naked body. My stomach twisted as I began to remember what happened last night. The memories kept flooding back and I could not move. Her red hair glowed under the blue lights. Her laughter. Her hands. Her lips.Oh, my God! What have I done?The door clicked shut, and I turned just in time to catch a glimpse of her fiery hair as she disappeared down the hallway. She didn’t say goodbye. She didn’t even look back.I sat up quickly, clutching the sheets as if they could shield and protect me from the shame threatening to consume me. My cl
EthanThe music made me feel alive and I had my head moving to every beat and insistent rhythm that I was hearing. My glass was empty again, though I could not remember finishing my drink. The red-haired woman that I saw at the club leaned against the bar beside me with her eyes sparkling in the flashing lights.I don't know why she looked at it like she was plotting something.“I'm sorry but I don't think I'm comfortable with you,” I said plainly to her. That was the truth. I was becoming so uncomfortable and my friend who brought me here was long gone. What have I gotten myself into? I asked myself but I had no answer to the question.I shrugged and decided to go with the floor, perhaps she would let me be after some time. That's the way some ladies are. I guess. “I think you are fun, young man,” she said and her voice was so soft and smooth as she teased me. She then signaled the bartender for another round of drinks for the both of us and I could not decline. The drink was
ReinaThe air still felt heavy, even in the quiet of my bedroom. The phone call with Ethan had ended hours ago and it didn't end well. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind.I had been too harsh with him even as we were this distant. There was this exhaustion and frustration in his tone that he did not try to hide. I had pushed it all aside because of my own emotions.But now, in the silence of the night, guilt crept in on me. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone. Should I call him back? Apologize? And explain to him that I had nothing to do with Leonard. Maybe he just needed reassurance. Oh, why did I talk so rudely to him. Leonard’s name alone made my skin crawl. What he had said that time still rang in my head.“You think this is just about me flirting with you?” he had asked, leaning in too close. “It’s bigger than that. Someone sent me to you. Someone who wants to ruin Ethan. And you are the key. So, I have to get it first.”I knew that this was a very
EthanThe room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains blocked out the harsh sun that dared remind me of how far I had fallen. I was lying straight on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling with an empty whiskey glass on the nightstand.My phone buzzed, breaking through the thick haze of self-pity that had settled over me.I was tired of living. I was feeling depressed and I didn't know how to handle myself. I ignored it at first, letting it vibrate into the mattress. Probably just work. Another email about something I could not bring myself to care about right now. But the buzzing of my phone didn’t stop. Reluctantly, I reached over and grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen.It was Carl.The name flashed brightly and I remembered the man I had met a few days after arriving in this foreign city. Carl did good to me. He was everything I was not at the moment. He was charismatic, carefree, and far too persuasive for his own good.With a groan, I swiped to answer. “What do you want
Ethan I was at the other airport where I will take a plane straight to Japan. The airport was still so loud and bustling, but I felt completely disconnected from it. People hurried past me and they all looked like they had no worries in their life. My life felt like it was stuck in an impossible loop. I sat with my suitcase at my feet, staring at the boarding pass in my hand. My flight straight to Japan was in an hour. Everything I had worked for was finally coming together, yet it still felt wrong. I picked up my phone, scrolling through the messages Reina and I had exchanged. There was nothing special about it. They were very brief, distant, and polite. Nothing like what we used to be. I stared at the screen, debating whether to text her again. I had said I would call, but I could not. Not yet. I didn’t have the words to fix this. Was I really leaving my family behind? It all felt like a dream but it was a decision I had made. My thoughts were interrupted by the