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
And she hated it. Abhorred that he had moved on, that he had found somebody else. Abhorred that she now did not have a hold on him. As she wiped her tears absent, Vanessa promised to herself that she would find a way to make him pay for dismissing her. She wasn’t done with him however. Not by a long shot. But deep down, a part of her knew that she had lost him. Which hurt more than she would ever admit.Haven could barely contain his fervour as he drove the new car off the dealership parcel. The sun glimmered off the smooth dark paint of the luxurious car, and the engine murmured with a smoothness that came from top-tier craftsmanship. He could as of now see the look on his wife’s face when he pulled into the garage. Alexis had continuously specified how much she loved this specific show, how she appreciated the way it mixed style with control. Haven had worked additional time for months to astonish her with it. He knew she deserved it. She worked hard, a bit like him, and if there wa
Alexis took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “I’m saying I miss us. I miss what we used to have. The time we went through together, the little things we did to get each other feel loved. Of late, it feels like we’ve been more centred on stuff, like this car, than on each other.” Haven Stood there, the gravity of her words gradually sinking in. He had thought the car would bring them closer, but presently he saw it in an unexpected way. He realised that while he had been working hard to deliver, he had lost sight of what truly mattered. “I just needed to make you happy,” Haven said, his voice gentler now. Alexis ventured closer to him, putting a hand on his arm. “I know you did, and I love you for it. But what I truly need, Haven , is you. I need us to be together, truly together. I want us to work on our relationship, to build a cheerful home, not just a decent house with pleasant things.” Haven't Felt a lump in his throat. “I’ve been so focused on the wrong things, hav
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