“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
The words stung. Alexis looked away, flickering back the tears undermining to drop. She had been so sure that standing up to Vanessa was the way to end the pressure between them. She didn’t realise it would make a storm distant more awful than the one they were as of now. The days that followed were a hurricane of chaos. Genuine to her word, Vanessa went to the police, and before long after, the media picked up the story. Headlines put over nearby tabloids painted Alexis as an envious, unstable spouse, assaulting her husband’s guiltless ex-girlfriend in a fit of seethe. The sensationalised story spread like rapidly spreading fire, drawing open examination and gossip. Haven, for the foremost part, kept his outrage covered up. But Alexis might feel it brewing underneath the surface. He hadn’t lashed out at her, but the distance between them developed more extensive with each passing day. She could see it within the way he dodged looking at her in the eyes, the way he talked to her in
“Not at fault?” Alexis’s voice was presently bound with outrage, and she pushed her chair back suddenly, standing up. She began pacing the kitchen, her developments jerky and disturbed. “You’re defending her, Haven. You’re protecting the lady who has tried to come between us time and time once more. And you’re doing it over me, your wife.” Haven stood as well, his hands spread out in a signal of pacification. “Alexis, it’s not like that. I’m not choosing her over you. I just need to get the truth of what’s going on.” “The truth?” Alexis halted pacing, turning to face him, her eyes blasting. “The truth is that she’s controlling you, like she continuously does. And you’re falling for it. Again.” Haven felt a surge of dissatisfaction. “It’s not like that, Alexis. I’m not falling for anything. I’m just attempting to be reasonable. Vanessa—she’s been through a lot. We have a history, yes, but that doesn't mean I’m dazed by what’s happening now. I just need to make sure we’re not making
“I know,” he said, his voice thick with feeling. “But I don’t need to select between you and do what’s right.” “And what approximately what’s right for me?” Alexis inquired discreetly. “Don’t I deserve that?” Haven closed his eyes, the weight of the circumstance squeezing down on him. He knew that no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be sufficient to recuperate the fracture that was developing between them. “You do,” he at last said, his voice scarcely over a whisper. “You deserve more than I’m giving you right presently. But I need you to believe me. I need you to accept that I’m doing this since I care around you—because I care around us.” Alexis looked at him, her expression a blend of adore and distress. “I don’t know if I can believe you right now, Haven. Not when it comes to her.” His heart sank at her words, but he didn’t contend. He couldn’t. “I understand,” he said, standing up and venturing back to allow her space. “I just trust that one day, you can.” She didn’t respond,
Alexis’s eyes relaxed for a brief minute, but then the hardness returned. “Then let me know what’s truly going on,” she demanded, her voice trembling somewhat. “Don’t just stand there and let me know to trust you. Trust is earned, Haven. And right now, I feel like you’re asking me to believe a stranger.” Her words cut profound, and Haven felt the sting of them like a physical blow. He needed to tell her everything, to lay it all out within the open, but he knew that wasn’t possible—not however. There were as well numerous factors, as well many unknowns. And until he had all the answers, he couldn’t hazard dragging Alexis' encouragement into the mess that had landed at their doorstep. But how could he make her get it without losing her? “I’m going to settle this,” he said, his voice firm, in spite of the fact that saying it with enough conviction would make it genuine. “I promise you, Alexis, I’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll discover the truth, and when I do, I’ll tell you everyth
Her intellect was a tornado of emotions—anger, fear, perplexity, and a profound, chewing pity that she couldn’t appear to shake. She needed to accept haven, needed to believe him like she continuously had. But something was distinctive this time. There was a separation between them, a sense that he was holding something back, and it panicked her. As she stood there, misplaced in her considerations, she listened to the swoon sound of his voice on the ground floor, and she knew he was on the phone. Portion of her needed to walk down there and request answers, to force him to tell her everything he was stowing away. But another portion of her was as well depleted to battle any longer. She just needed this bad dream to be over. But how might it be, when she didn’t indeed know what the bad dream was? Alexis squeezed a hand to her chest, feeling the quick crash of her heart beneath her palm. She took a deep breath, trying to consistent herself, but the unease waited, a dim cloud that refuse
Vanessa took a step closer, her voice dropping to a tempting murmur. “You can’t let me know you don’t miss what we had. The energy, the connection… the way we fit together.” He knew what she was doing, playing on his feelings, attempting to make him keep in mind the great times and disregard the terrible. But he wasn’t that man any longer. He had learned from their wrongs, from the harmful cycle they had been caught in for distant as well as long. Haven’s eyes solidified. “Vanessa, you should leave.” She overlooked him once more, taking another step forward, her hand coming out to touch his arm. He jumped, walking back once more until his back was against the wall. Vanessa saw the faltering in his eyes and moved in for the slaughter. “Come on, haven” she whispered, inclining so near that her lips brushed against his ear. “Just one more time. You know you need to.” For a minute, Haven was quiet, the thoughts of their time together flooding his mind. He recollected the way they had
"I actually believed that we would eventually have to take sides.” Marcus could vividly recall the memories. He had been friends with Haven since high school, witnessing his journey through a painful breakup with his college girlfriend, who had betrayed him by getting involved with his roommate. Smoothly flowing friendship marked by shared experiences and challenges. The betrayal had caused Haven to build walls so high that they appeared insurmountable. His innate warmth and optimism were buried beneath layers of protective cynicism. When Fiona first re-introduced Alexis to their friend group few months ago, Marcus noticed the same wounded walls in her. Fresh from calling off her engagement to a man who had gradually tried to suppress her sparkle, in an effort to control her better, Alexis was portraying a demeanor characterized by sharp edges and cautious aloofness. Haven and Alexis moved around each other cautiously, like two wary cats, drawn to each other yet filled with insecurit
The park seemed hushed, only the little giggles from the children playing and the jogging steps from around the park seemed to be the only sound apart from the heartbeat of both Haven and Alexis. Haven and Alexis sat across from each other, their gazes locked. Time seemed to stand still as they simply were, their presence filling the space with a quiet intensity. Haven's heart pounded in his chest. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, every detail, every nuance, striking him with a fresh sense of wonder. Her eyes, a deep, captivating brown, held a universe of emotions. He could get lost in them for hours, exploring the depths of her soul. Alexis, too, was lost in the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a comforting familiarity that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Haven’s gaze was steady and kind, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded her. In his eyes, she saw acceptance, understanding, and
Haven's throat was fixed. He knew precisely what she meant—how they had both lost themselves in the splits and cleft of their fizzled marriage, getting to be individuals they didn’t recognize. "Do you ever think," he said, his voice scarcely capable of being heard, "about what us?" Alexis gave him a sidelong look, her expression softening. "All the time." They fell into a pensive quiet, the kind that comes as it were when two individuals share a history as well complicated for words. "I think," Alexis began gradually, "we were trying so hard to be what we thought the other needed that we overlooked to be ourselves." Haven gestured, her words resounding deeply. "No doubt. I thought I had to be this culminating supplier, continuously solid, continuously in control. But I wasn't truly letting you in. I see that now." "And I kept trying to be this perfect spouse," Alexis included with a little, self-deprecating snicker. "I needed to demonstrate that I was enough, that I coul
Alexis let out a little, severe giggle. “I never stopped caring, Haven. That’s the problem.” The genuineness in her voice cut through him like a knife, more sharp than any offended she may have tossed his way. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “If you never stopped caring, why did you leave?” She hesitated, her expression tormented. “Because I was tired of waiting for you to choose me.” Haven felt the air leaving his lungs as if she had punched him. “What are you talking about? I was continuously there.” “You were physically there,” Alexis whispered, “but your heart was someplace else. Continuously working, continuously building. I needed more than that.” He closed his eyes, blaming wrapping around him like chains. He had worked himself to the bone to donate them both a great life, believing it would be enough. But in the process, he had missed the foremost vital thing—her. “I thought I was doing it for us,” he said, his voice overwhelming with lament.
A minute, the walls around her heart trembling but not very falling. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might take another step. “Yeah,” she said unobtrusively. “I think I do.” Haven leaned back in his leather chair, checking the numbers on his laptop screen with a tired but fulfilled smile. Business was good, better than ever, in reality. Growing his firm had been one of the most risky choices of his life, but the payoff had surpassed his expectations. However, even in the midst of his proficient victory, a gloomy hurt remained underneath the surface, one that wasn’t so effortlessly relieved by benefits and development charts. He tapped a number of keys to distract himself and ran a hand down his face. He had a whole lot to do on his plate for the upcoming investors meeting that could serve as a major boost for the future of his company. His company that suffered a downgrade after the divorce with Alexis was slowly getting recognized and becoming a better version of itself.Outside the wide
She moved awkwardly in her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s easier that way. In case you don’t expect anything, you can’t get hurt.” Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally, her hands resting on the armrests of her chair. “It sounds like you’ve built walls around yourself to secure against dissatisfaction. But those walls also make it difficult for people to associate with you, don't they?” Alexis collapsed her arms firmly over her chest. “Yeah, well. it’s not like anyone’s trying that hard, anyway.” “Do you think that’s true?” Dr. Patel inquired tenderly. “Or is that something you tell yourself since it feels safer?” Alexis looked absent, jaw fixing. “What difference does it make? They give up inevitably. Friends, boyfriends. everybody. It continuously happens.” Dr. Patel let a minute of hush hang between them before she spoke. “Tell me about your last relationship.” Alexis moaned, rubbing her sanctuaries. “Do we have to?” “I think it could help us learn mor
Alexis giggled, the sound light and free. For the first time in a long time, she felt confident. “Maybe,” she said, looking at him, “but possibly it’s worth the risk.” Haven’s grin mollified, and in that minute, something moved between them—something inconspicuous but irrefutable. As the night wore on and the wine vanished, they found themselves closer than ever before, their chuckling blending within the warm glow of the room. And for the first time since her engagement ended, Alexis allowed herself to accept the plausibility of love again—not the perfect, fairy-tale kind, but the chaotic, complicated, genuine kind. And sitting there with Haven, she realized that perhaps, just perhaps, she was precisely where she was meant to be.The cool night air brushed against Alexis’s skin as she strolled down the quiet street. She’d left Haven’s place a little later than she’d planned, but the lingering warmth of the evening was a welcome change from the usual rush.A sense of peace washed
Alexis didn’t drag her hand away, but she looked down at the ring once more, her lips squeezing into a lean line. “Why does it feel like I’ve been left with nothing?” “Because shock could be a thief,” Haven said delicately. “It takes more than just the person, it takes your sense of worth with it. But that’s a lie. You still have all of you, Alexis.” For a long minute, neither of them talked. The hum of discussion and clinking glasses filled the hush between them, a foundation clamour to the turmoil whirling in Alexis’s mind. Haven gave her hand a soft touch. “Let’s get out of here. This place isn’t precisely built for healing.” Alexis wavered but at that point nodded, thankful for the life saver he was proposed to. They ended up at Haven’s flat, the air thick with the comforting fragrance of coffee and cinnamon candles. Alexis twisted up on the couch, holding a warm mug between her hands while Haven sat over from her, his expression open and understanding. “It’s not just Mat
Alexis yanked her arm free, dazzling at him. “No, Matthew. You had your chance, and you blew it. I deserve way better than this.” Matthew’s shoulders dropped back. For a moment, the sound between them was the murmur of the TV. “Where did you indeed meet Deborah?” Alexis inquired intensely, incapable of stopping herself. Matthew moaned intensely. “She’s an old friend from college. She got into a few financial inconveniences, and I thought I might help.” His voice trailed off, as if indeed he realized how lamentable the pardon sounded. Alexis shook her head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. You bet with our future for some lady from your past.” She turned and walked toward the door, her heart overwhelming but unfaltering. She had gone through for so long disregarding the signs, trusting Matthew would be the man he imagined to be. But presently, she saw the truth clearly, he had never been that man. “Alexis, please!” Matthew called after her, his voice splitting with edginess. “Don’t le