Vanessa constrained a grin as she was welcomed by Havenat the door, his commonplace face pulling at her heartstrings. “Haven,” she welcomed, her voice sweet, veiling the sharpness she genuinely felt. “Vanessa, it’s great to see you. Come in,” Haven said, his arm directing her inside. As they walked through the hall, Vanessa looked at the décor—modern, smooth, with sprinkles of colour that shouted Alexis’s impact. The exceptional air within the house appeared to have a place to her, and Vanessa’s stomach turned with envy. “Alexis is in the kitchen,” Haven said, his voice impassive. “She’s getting everything prepared for the dinner.” Vanessa grinned, in spite of the fact that her jaw fixed. “I can’t wait to see her,” she said, in spite of the fact that her genuine considerations were far darker. The evening unfurled smoothly—to begin with. Vanessa made little conversation with the other visitors, charmed them with her chuckling and mind, in spite of the fact that her eyes always sho
Alexis’s face was pale, her hands trembling as she clutched a container of tea that she hadn’t indeed touched. “I don’t understand,” Alexis whispered. “How could this happen?” Haven Shook his head, his face drawn in distress. “I don’t know. It makes no sense. He just... drank the wine and—” Vanessa, sitting over from them, gazed at her hands. She had never meant for Reggie to die, but presently, there was no going back. She felt no regret for her activities, as it was a cold, empty realisation that her plan had spiralled out of control. The harm had worked. But in the end, it took an innocent life. And whereas Haven and Alexis lamented, Vanessa’s mind dashed with the information that her scorn had unleashed something far darker than she had ever expected. In her journey for exact retribution, she had lost far more than she might have envisioned. She took a look at Alexis once more, and a new wave of rage took her of which she couldn’t place the source but it satisfied her undoubte
He spun around just in time to see Vanessa tumbling down the first few steps of the staircase, her body twitching clumsily as she hit the floor with a loud thud. “Oh my God! Ow! Ow, Haven!” Vanessa cried, clutching her lower leg significantly as she writhed on the floor. Haven solidified, wide-eyed. “What the hell, Vanessa? Are you okay?” Vanessa groaned, her face bent in overstated torment. “I… I don’t know. I think I twisted my ankle.” He rushed over, bowing adjacent to her as she groaned miserably, clutching her leg. It was nearly convincing—if it wasn’t for the reality that Haven had known Vanessa long enough to suspect this was another one of her stunts. “Let me see,” Haven said, coming to her lower leg. She yanked it away from him rapidly, jumping as if the insignificant touch caused her colossal pain. “No! Don’t! It hurts too much.” Haven scowled, his doubt developing. He had seen her act before. But the drop had looked pretty real, hadn’t it? He wasn’t sure. She was conti
Haven stood up suddenly, running a hand over his face. He couldn’t do this once more. Not with her. “Vanessa, we’ve been through this. We broke up for a reason.” “I know, but—” “There’s no ‘but,’ Vanessa,” he cut her off. “I can’t go back to that. To the manipulation, the steady show. I need peace in my life, and you… you don’t bring that.” Her face fell, and for a minute, he thought he saw veritable harm in her eyes. But he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe anything she did any longer. “Haven, I’ve changed,” she whispered, her voice breaking marginally. “I swear, I’m different now.” He shook his head, his resolve firm. “You fell down the stairs to urge my attention, Vanessa. You’re still playing games.” Vanessa’s eyes broadened in stun, but she rapidly concealed it with a mournful expression. “I didn’t mean to fall! It was an accident!” Haven crossed his arms. “Was it?”She opened her mouth to dissent, but no words came out. The silence between them.Vanessa moaned soft
Haven was holding Vanessa’s hand, his face near to hers, and it looked far as well. She felt a knot shape in her throat, her stomach bending with outrage and harmed. Haven detected her nearness and turned to see Alexis standing within the door, her arms crossed, a storm brewing behind her eyes. “Alexis,” he said, his voice delicate, almost apologetic. “You didn’t have to come. I’ve got things handled.” “Clearly,” Alexis answered, her tone sharp. She ventured into the room, her heels clicking boisterously against the tiled floor. “What’s the diagnosis , Doctor Haven?” Vanessa let out a soft laugh, in spite of the fact that it was scarcely more than a whisper. “Alexis, there’s no need to be unfriendly. Haven was just being kind. I fell, remember?” Alexis clenched her clench hands, feeling her persistence wear lean. She didn’t accept for a moment that Vanessa’s drop had been a mischance. Vanessa had been playing this game for months—trying to get her way back into Haven’s life with e
Alexis walked next to him, her hands pushed into her coat pockets, her lips squeezed into a tight line. She hadn’t said a word since they left the clinic room. Haven knew that she was waiting for him to clarify, but he didn’t know where to begin. They came to the car, and Alexis stopped suddenly. Haven could feel her look burning into him, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes just however. He opened the car doors with a beep, but not one or the other of them moved to step inside. “Haven,” Alexis’s voice cut through the quiet. It was soft, but it carried a weight that sent a chill down his spine. “Tell me what’s going on.” Haven at last looked up, assembling her eyes. She was hurt, that much was self-evident, but there was something else there as well. Instability. Fear, perhaps. She had a right to be. The hospital visit had as it were complicated things, bringing up old wounds that he thought had been buried. “I don’t care about her,” Haven said unobtrusively, his voice
“I don’t know,” he conceded. “Maybe. But it doesn’t matter. If people accept her, it may still come back to me.” Alexis shook her head, her lips squeezing into a lean line. “I don’t get it. Why would she do this now? What’s the point?” “Because she’s cornered,” Haven said, his voice low. He sat down intensely on the couch, inclining forward with his elbows on his knees. “She’s in trouble with the law, with money—hell, I don’t indeed know half of it. But if she can make it look like I’m included, she can move a few of that warm off herself.” Alexis’s face obscured, her hands twisting into clench hands. “And you’re just going to let her do that?” Haven looked up at her, a bleak grin pulling at the corners of his lips. “You think I need to? I’ve been trying to remain as far away from her as possible, but she keeps finding ways to drag me back in.” Alexis gazed at him for a moment, her eyes looking at his face for something—answers, possibly. But anything she was seeking out, for Hav
Nowadays, Alexis would be that thing. Inside the café, Vanessa was there, a flawless picture of calm and balance. Her smooth dark hair fell flawlessly over her shoulders, her lips twisted into the faintest imply of a grin as she looked over through her phone. Alexis walked straight up to her, no wavering, her heels clicking strongly against the floor. Vanessa looked up as Alexis stood over her, her eyes broadening in wide astonishment. "Alexis. I didn’t expect to see you here." Alexis crossed her arms, her pose tense. "Of course you didn’t. You didn’t anticipate a lot of things, Vanessa." Vanessa's grin as it developed. "Is there something on your mind?" "You know damn well what's on my mind," Alexis snapped, her voice low but brimming with outrage. "You can't take off well enough alone, can you? Continuously trying to crawl your way back into Haven's life." Vanessa let out a little snicker, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Crawl? Goodness, Alexis, it would be ideal if y
For a long, tense minute, none of them moved. Alexis stood at the door, her chest hurling, her eyes bolted on Haven. The air felt thick, charged with feeling, as if time had halted through and through. “Alexis…” Haven at last overseen, his voice breaking marginally as he said her title. He took a little step toward her, but she took a bigger one back. “Don’t.” Alexis’ voice was scarcely over a whisper, but the constraint behind it was unmistakable. She felt numb, but underneath that deadness was an outrage so furious she thought she might detonate if she didn’t say something, anything. “Don’t you dare take another step.” Havensolidified, his face falling. He looked nearly terrible now, standing in the center of the room, caught between his wife and his ex. “Alexis, I—” “What the hell did I just walk in on?” Alexis’ voice broke, and for a minute, she thought she might lose control and collapse into wails right at that point and there. But she bit down hard on her lip, constraining
Alexis looked at his face, her lips squeezed into a lean line. She needed to accept him. She needed to accept that things may go back to how they were some time ago. But part of her was still afraid…. afraid that this was just the starting of something that might break them. “I don’t know in case I can just believe that,” Alexis said unobtrusively. “I need more than words, Haven.” Haven nodded gradually, pressing her hands. “I know. I’ll show it to you. I’ll make this right.” Alexis looked down at their interlaced hands, her heart throbbing with the weight of everything that had happened. She needed to believe him, to believe that they may settle this. But she moreover knew that it wouldn’t be simple. It wouldn’t be settled overnight.“Okay,” she whispered, her voice faltering. “But don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Haven lifted her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “I won’t. I swear.” Alexis closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch, the truthfulness in his
As long as they were talking, she lamented it, but it was late. Haven’s expression obscured, and he took a step back, as if her words had physically hit him. “Are you for real right now?” he inquired discreetly. His voice was low, controlled, but Alexis may hear the hurt underneath it. “You think I still have feelings for Vanessa?” Alexis looked away, her throat tight. She didn’t know what to say. She had no proof, no genuine reason to accept that he still loved Vanessa. But the fear, the frailty, had taken root deep in her chest, and it wouldn’t let go. Haven shook his head, letting out a baffled breath. “This isn’t about me having feelings for her. Vanessa is wiped out. She’s frightened. She’s alone in this, and I can’t just turn my back on her.” “You can’t turn your back on her, but you'll turn your back on me?” Alexis inquired, her voice trembling with emotion. “Do you indeed realise what this is doing to us? To me? I’ve been here, holding up, stressing, pondering where you're
His marriage to Alexis had continuously been great, but this minute right now was digging up questions and questions he didn’t know how to reply. Could Vanessa truly be telling the truth? "Haven." Vanessa’s voice was soft, arguing. "I need you, just for a couple of days while I recoup. I don’t have anybody else." When Haven at last came home that night, Alexis was waiting for him in the living room, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. The minute she saw him, she stood up, her face pale and strained. "Well?" Alexis requested. "What did she say?" "She’s hurt, Alexis. Her lower leg is sprained, and the doctor said it could’ve been more awful if she’d landed in an unexpected way.""That’s not what I implied, Haven," Alexis snapped. "Did she say anything else? Is she still accusing me?" Haven’s quiet was quick enough. Alexis tossed her hands up in scepticism. "I can’t believe you! You’re really believing her?" "I’m not saying I believe her," Haven answered, his voice rigid with
Vanessa’s loft was as if it were a ten-minute drive, but it felt like an endlessness as Haven's mind ran through the conceivable outcomes. When he at long last pulled into the park, his heart crashed in his chest. He found her front door somewhat unlatched. "Vanessa?" Haven pushed it open cautiously. Inside, he found her on the floor at the foot of the stairs, jumping in torment as she clutched her lower leg. The scene was chaotic, a chair upside down, her purse spilled over the floor, and one of her shoes lying midway down the stairs. Vanessa’s face was pale, her breathing shallow. "Jesus, Vanessa," Haven murmured, hurrying to her side. "What the hell happened?" She looked up at him with wide, tear-streaked eyes. "Alexis," she whispered. Haven solidified. "What? What around Alexis?" "She was here," Vanessa said, her voice trembling. "She pushed me." Haven gazed at her in incredulity. "Alexis wouldn't, she wouldn’t do that!"Vanessa’s eyes are somewhat limited. "She did, Haven.
Alexis observed as he wrote angrily, his face lit up by the screen. She knew Haven would do anything to keep her safe, and the thought gave her a little degree of consolation. But the fear was still there, prowling just underneath the surface. As Haven worked, Alexis found herself replaying the call in her mind. The sound of the breathing, the ominous silence… It all felt so thick, so individual. She shuddered, pulling the cover on the sofa more tightly around herself. “What if they’re trying to frighten me?” she inquired, her voice scarcely over a whisper. Haven looked up from the tablet, his expression genuine. “Then they’ve succeeded. But we’re not going to let them keep you frightened. We’ll get to the root of this.” He returned his face to the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he explored through distinctive websites and gatherings, searching for any device that may help to trace the call.Hours passed, the night getting darker and calmer, but not one or the othe
Alexis had continuously been a solid lady, one who didn’t effectively frighten. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just the quiet; it was the feeling that came with it, like somebody was observing her, like she was being chased. She shook her head, trying to expel the thought. She needed to tell Haven. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Haven was in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table, observing a late-night ball amusement. The soft flash of the tv cast shadows over his face, but he took note of Alexis the minute she entered the room. "Hello angel, you okay?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing with concern as he noticed her pale face and wide eyes. He quieted the TV and turned his full attention to her. Alexis gulped hard, trying to find her voice. “Haven… something bizarre just happened.” He quickly stood up, his huge outline towering over her as he took her hands in his. “What happened, Lex? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I… I got
Haven considered her for a minute, clearly not persuaded, but he didn’t thrust it. He walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, pressing tenderly. “You’ve been working yourself out of late. Come on, let’s get to bed. You should get a few rest.” She gestured, thankful for the pardon to elude the uneasy contemplations whirling in her mind. “Yeah, you’re right. Let me just wrap up here.” Haven kissed her on the chin and headed back upstairs. Alexis observed him go, the warmth of his touch waiting on her skin, but the fear still chewing at her inner parts. She rapidly wrapped up folding the clothing, her hands moving mechanically as her mind began to race. When she was done, she turned off the lights on the ground floor and made her way to the room. Haven was as of now in bed, flipping through the channels on the TV with a sight of boredom on his face. Alexis slipped into the bathroom, sprinkling cold water on her face, trusting it would wash away the unease that clung to her
Alexis was in the centre of folding the final stack of clothing when her phone buzzed on the countertop. She’d had a long day, filled with errands, chores. It was about 11 p.m. She rubbed her chin, feeling the fatigue throb that continuously appeared to crawl up when she was overtired. But the sight of her phone vibrating once more drew her thoughts back to it. She picked up the phone, anticipating it to be one of her friends, likely Trina or Melissa, sending late-night messages about something unimportant. The screen showed an obscure number. A cold shudder ran down her spine, but she dismissed it, considering it could be a robocall. Still, something made her falter. After a minute, she swiped to reply to the call and lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello?”There was a delay, and for a minute, she thought the call might have been a mistake. But at that point, she listened to it, a swoon, nearly subtle breath on the other end of the line. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Sh