ETHAN “Did you just say the child of this son is Bruce?” I asked her and she nodded, repeating the same words that she said earlier.I stared at this young boy in front of me and there was no way he looked like Bruce. He got my same exact features. The shape of my nose and the shape of my head. The completion too, everything was all the same. “Are you telling me the truth, Reina?” I asked, still in doubt and she reaffirmed that she was saying the truth. “He's Bruce's son. I really don't want to talk about all of these in his presence. He is too young but, what I told you is true.” The young boy stared blankly in our midst. I bet what must be going through his mind was what exactly was going on and why was this strange man having a conversation with his mother.This was more than I could handle even as an adult and I doubt if this young boy could handle this in any way. He was not emotionally strong. “I will take your word for it, Reina. But, have this at the back of your mind. I
“Out of wedlock? Was that what she said?” she inquired. “Yes. That was all she said.” “I know that you trust her too much, that your trust for her has blinded your eyes, that you can't see that this lady is lying to you.” “What do you mean?” “Looks Ethan. I called you here to inform you that the child you saw in Reina's house is your child. She is scared of what I can do, that is why she lies like this,” Ravenna revealed. “I am tired of all these games, to be honest. How am I supposed to know that you are also telling me the truth and not a lie?” I asked her. Ravenna was not the person that I could trust. She was not clean either. She has done a lot of things in the past that makes me question whatever comes out from her mouth. “I believe that things would be easier since you said you saw the child. You don't need any DNA, that child is your replica. I have seen his picture before and all I saw was you, Ethan. Think, Ethan. Think!” My stomach growled in anger. I knew
ETHANThe year of desperation could be heard clearly in her voice and that made me disgusted. I knew I made a mistake coming for Ravenna but, why can't she leave?Why on earth has she sworn to be tied to me forever?“Like I said, nothing like feelings, like emotions or relationships or marriage. I am on a break,” I reminded her.“You are a clown. You know the truth deep down and you want to get rid of me. I won't let that happen. We are already in this together and we will continue in this. I do not care.”When they said that you should never allow a woman to take control or have an upper hand, they were right. It was how I clearly saw everything playing out.I didn't know when Ravenna moved closer to me and I scowled as she took my finger and pushed it deep into her mouth. “Fucking hell. What are you doing? Are you out of your mind or have you lost it?” I asked, pushing her away from me. “Allow me to express myself. I have a lot that I can do to you to spice up our sex life in this
The tension in the environment tightened at the base of my spine. Fuck, if I do not do this with her right now. I may lose it.“I know what you want, Ravenna. But, it's crazy to do that here.”She jerked her chin and tilted her head at her remark and asked, “What do you mean?""You don't have to pretend. You want to do this, it's alright because I am your husband and I am meant to perform my marital duties.”Ravenna laughed at my statement before boring her eyes into mine. “I see. I know you want to do this tio but your conscience doesn't permit you. Well, blame it on me. Say that I, your wife, forced you into doing this. You can use me as your excuse to get whatever you want. For now, I think we would need a room where there is only me and you. Mine you, it's been long since I had an orgasm and this orgasm is begging for a release. If I were you, I would allow myself to enjoy my husband.”“Hmmm…”So many words ran out of her mouth at the same time. I knew she wanted me. I was cool
ETHANThat was the last time that I spoke to Ravenna since she offered to help me.She disconnected from me and decided that she was not going to call or text me. I didn't know how she wanted me to reach her.I had to forget about all of these and face my life. That was what I told myself but, it was not actually so. I wish it was.Hours have gone past and I still find myself thinking about Reina and her child. That lady must have a lot of skeletons in her cupboard for her to be able to do such a thing like this. “Damn it! Fucking damn it. I should forget about her. She is not worth it,” I said to myself countless times but that was just me ranting out.I knew that I could not control how I felt about her. I really have to stop the way she crosses my mind at every interval.I was getting tired of all this and I needed a break. The search history on my laptop was all about how to get to know if a child is yours without the use of DNA.“I think I should just calm her and tell her that
ETHAN“We know. We know. We do know her. I mean she is now a celebrity. I have been meaning to ask you how you were able to convince her to work with you on your project,” Evans asked and I smiled.If there was anything that I was proud of, it would be the Triple A project. I would keep talking about it everytime and every day that Reina did magic with my project.I was really grateful. Apart from the sexual desire and the romantic urge. Another reason why I needed her by my side was because of my company. She was a very good and creative person who did a very good job and made sure it produced the desired result. Apart from that, she was very attractive and hardworking. She would attract a lot of people to the company. Unlike Ravenna. I was the one who forced her to put in the work and make a good thing for herself. She annoys the hell out of me but I don't have a choice. I had already promised her that I would employ her in my company and pay her every month irrespective of the w
REINAThat night, for the first time since whenever. I think longer than I could remember, I dreamt .And when I say I dreamt, it was not that kind of dream you jokingly tell your parents or your friends. In this dream, I was lying in bed, and a heavy weight was pinning me down with my leg wide open.Trust me, I remember everything that I dreamt in my dream. It's crazy. Let's continue.In this dream,my body was alive with sensation. I was feeling so many emotions burning inside me. On top of me was a burning-hot skin that pressed greatly against mine. As if that was not enough, there were strong hands holding my waist down. I shivered and twisted like a worm as those warm and soft lips moved up to my neck .You may be smiling while listening to my story. That was the same way I felt when those lips licked me up. I know what must be running through your mind is that. Were you not scared? Why did you allow such a thing to happen in a dream? I know, Baby. I should have been scared,
REINAHis black, holey hoodie was soaked through on the shoulders, and his sneakers squeaked with water. He carried a black backpack in one hand. His hood was up, his face shadowed. That dark oval turned toward me as I stood in the doorway, feeling like a kid in my oversized robe.It was Bruce, so I do not mind the way I looked . If it was someone else, I would be so shy about everything that was happening.“Now, tell me. What's the matter?” I asked him.“But, first. You seriously need to change these clothes that you are putting on. You know that, right?” I asked him and he nodded.“I am going to be here because of your child. Have you seen the news recently?” He asked and I shook my head.“News? What are you talking about?” I asked, looking lost. “Seriously? What have you been doing all day? Is it that you are not up to date with the latest happenings?” he asked, looking disappointed in me but whatever happened was not particularly my fault. His snapped reply made me even more c
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
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, fighting for hi
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, fighting for hi
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?” I fo
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, fighting for his life, and
Reina“Why isn’t he waking up, Ethan?” I whispered, clutching the edge of the hospital bed.My voice trembled as I stared at Andrew’s pale face, his tiny body was almost swallowed by the sheets. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room.I was going crazy. My only child was in a critical condition. “Reina, calm down,” Ethan said softly, though from his voice , I knew he was also scared. He was standing by the window, his hand pressed against the glass. “The doctors said they are running more tests.”I snapped my head towards him. “Tests? Ethan, he has not opened his eyes in hours! This is more than a fever. I know it!”Ethan turned to me and his face tightened. “Do you think I’m not worried? I’m losing my mind here, Reina! But panicking won’t help him.”The tears I had been holding back spilled over as I buried my face in my hands. “He’s just a child. Our child. He doesn’t deserve this.”The night before, Andrew was not sick. He just suddenly became
Reina The email came at 7:45 a.m. sharp. It was as if the person who sent this mail did it deliberately to give me chills. I was sitting at the kitchen table, still in my oversized sweatshirt and sipping my first coffee of the day when I saw the subject line. “Congratulations on Your Appointment". My hand shook as I clicked the email, my heart pounding. And then I saw it: the confirmation that I had landed the job I had been dreaming about for years. It was the job of a Creative Director at one of the most prestigious firms in the city. I let out a gasp so loud that Ethan came running into the kitchen. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you fine?” he asked, his face filled with concern. “Nothing’s wrong!” I said, laughing through my tears. “I got it, Ethan! I got the job!” His eyes widened in disbelief, and then, like a switch, his face softened into a smile. “Are you serious? Are you serious right now, sweetheart?” he asked, stepping closer. I nodded, holding up my phone
Reina The following morning, the house felt colder than ever. It was not the weather or the light drizzle outside my house, it was the emptiness Ethan left behind. After our little argument last night. Ethan left the house and refused to answer my calls. I was going crazy because of a husband I had married and now, he had refused to come back. My heart became so heavy as I began to think about the implications of our argument. Had I pushed him too far this time? Was this all my fault? I would have shut the fuck up and not talk much to him about anything. It would have saved us a lot of stress. I stared at the clock, my coffee untouched on the table. Every second that passed without a word from him felt like a ticking bomb. My pride told me to wait, to let him be the one to come back and apologize, but my heart was screaming at me to call him, to beg him to come home. I needed him home. I needed to see him even if we were quarreling. I picked up my phone, my fingers hov
Reina “Damn it!” I almost yelled at the blank wall b The sound of the rain splattering against the window just reminded me of how my mind was. The atmosphere in the house had changed since the accident. I was getting better of course, I knew I was. I was taking my drugs and going for my frequent checkups to make sure I was fine. I was doing all I wanted to do to stay alive. Because, Damn. I still had a little boy that I needed to take care of. Ethan was trying his best to be present, trying to make things better between the both of us and I always appreciated his efforts but something still felt fractured. No matter how hard we tried, the pieces of our relationship didn’t fit the way they used to. That was just the plain truth. I could not continue lying to myself. I loved him, yes. But we were not as we used to be. Tonight, the tension felt unbearable. I sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the steaming cup of tea in front of me. Andrew was already in bed, and t