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
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
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 sighed heavily as one of the drunken men held her down. She turned to him, ready to slam his face with her purse or maybe her fist. Whichever one worked faster. ‘Going so fast?’’ he asked in a slur, his breath smelling like rotten fruits mixed with herbs.‘I’m not here to keep you company,’ She gritted out.‘I want to take you home with me,’ he purred, his eyes mischievous. It made his hideous looking face look even more hideous.Trying not to gag, she forced a straight face and laughed. ‘You can’t even afford me.’’The man laughed and dug his hand into his pocket to withdraw his credit card. He waved it in her face. Alexis knew this man wasn’t joking. Whipping her head, she looked around the club, wondering where Haven went. He said he had to pee and he’s been gone for five minutes.She turned back to the man. "Get your hands off me," she said, her stomach churning.‘’I know you wanted me over. You’ve been eyeing me since you came in.’’ The man snickered. ‘’Lucky you. Girls l
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
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
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
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
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
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
“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,
“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