Haven stood at the front door of his home, his hand resting on the door handle for longer than required. His heart was overwhelming with the encounter that anticipated him. He knew Alexis, his wife, would be angry. The occurrence with Vanessa—his ex-girlfriend—had been an outright catastrophe. He reviled beneath his breath for indeed permitting the circumstance to rise the way it did. When the door squeaked open, Alexis was sitting on the living room couch, her face rigid and her eyes red from crying. The quiet of the house was onerous. The pressure in the air was discernible, and Haven's stomach churned as he closed the door behind him. "Alexis," he started, his voice scarcely over a whisper. "I can explain." Alexis didn't react at the beginning, her eyes penetrating through him like blades. She had each reason to be angry, hurt, but there was a glint of something else in her look. Disillusionment, perhaps, or a deep-rooted disloyalty that made Haven's internal parts bend with blame
"Close you out?" Alexis shook her head, tears sparkling in her eyes. "You as of now closed me out the minute you let her kiss you." The room fell quiet, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Haven could see the fight seething inside Alexis, the war between her love for him and the disloyalty she felt. He needed to say something, anything, that would settle this, but each word he thought of felt lacking, empty. "Possibly we require a little space," Alexis finally said, her voice scarcely over a whisper. "Perhaps I need some time to think." "No," Haven said rapidly, fear creeping into his voice. "It would be wrong if you did this, Alexis. Don’t do this. I’m ready to work through this. We’ve been through so much as of now. Don’t let Vanessa come between us." Alexis looked at him for a long moment, her expression garbled. "You did that all on your own, Haven," she said delicately. With that, she turned and walked toward the stairs, leaving Haven standing alone in
Haven returned home afterward that evening, his suit thrown over his shoulder, his face tired from a long day at the office. He entered the fantastic living room, expecting the regular, a quiet house, maybe a respectful welcoming from Alexis, who had become growing distant recently. But this evening, there was an odd pressure in the air. Alexis was holding up for him within the living room, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, a see of frigid composure on her face. Her dark dress gleamed beneath the soft lighting, and her pose was unnervingly calm. "Hello, darling," Haven said, extricating his tie. "Long day?" Alexis didn’t react instantly. She let the quiet extend, watching how the weakness from his day crawled over his face. His highlights, once so alluring to her, presently appeared outside, just like the mask of a man she did not recognize. “We got to talk,” Alexis at last said, her voice unfaltering.Haven froze, knowing from the tone in her voice that this wasn’t going
You did this,” he said, his voice trembling with anger. Alexis looked up at him, her expression calm, nearly peaceful. “I told you, Haven. I warned you.” “You destroyed me!” he yelled, pummeling his clench hand on the table. **“You’ve crushed everything!” “No, Haven,” Alexis said unobtrusively, standing up and walking towards him. “You broke us. This was your doing. All I did was safeguard myself. You didn’t think I’d just let you walk all over me, did you? Did you truly think I was that weak?” Haven was fuming, but he may see now how distant she had gone, how meticulously she had arranged her vindicate. He had belittled her, and now, he was paying the price. “What do you want?” he inquired, his voice breaking. Alexis grinned, but there was no warmth in it. “I need my life back. I need my respect. And you, Haven, are going to provide me with that. One way or another.” With that, she turned and walked out of the room, taking off Haven standing there, broken and crushed, realizin
“That’s precisely why I’m calling,” Alexis answered, her tone sharp. “Because I’m done with Haven. And I know you need payback just as much as I do.” Another pause. This time, it extended on long enough for Alexis to wonder in case he had hung up. But at that point, she listened to a delicate breath out. “Where?” They met at a calm restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It was the kind of place where the lights were dim, and no one asked questions, best for this kind of discussion. Alexis arrived to begin with, sliding into a booth at the distant conclusion of the room. She requested a drink but scarcely touched it, her eyes settled on the door. At long last, after what felt like forever, Matthew strolled in. He looked rough, older than she recollected, his facelined with a long time of push and disappointment. His once sharp suit was presently a bit frayed, the shoes scraped, but there was still a glint of something perilous in his eyes. He drew closer to the table gradually, h
Matthew’s eyes glimmered with newly discovered reason. “I can get that information. I still know individuals in his inward circle. They might not talk to me straightforwardly, but there are ways to get what we need.” “Good,” Alexis said, her voice cold and calculated. “The more we know, the better we will control the situation.” They sat there for a minute, the weight of their plan sinking in. Both of them knew that once they set things in movement, there would be no going back. Haven could be dangerous , and he found out about their betrayal, he wouldn’t waver to annihilate them both. But for Alexis, it was worth the risk. She had spent years living in Haven’s shadow, continuously aligned to his aspiration. Now, she was prepared to step into the light, to take what she was owed, and take off Haven with nothing but fiery debris. Matthew broke the quiet, his voice low. “You know, if we do this right, Haven won’t just lose his cash, it might lead to us destroying his life, as well.
"Matthew," Haven spat, poison binding his words. "I’m not a blockhead, Alexis. I’ve seen the way you’ve been with him of late. You think I haven’t noticed? Is that what it’s about? You’re leaving me for him?" She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "It’s not that simple." "Of course, it’s that simple!" Haven yelled, his face ruddy with outrage. "You’re tossing away everything we’ve built because you need to run off with a few old fires? How long has this been going on?" "It hasn’t been like that," Alexis cried, her voice breaking. "I didn’t plan for this to happen, but it did. And it’s not because of Matthew’s arrival. I haven’t been cheerful for a long time, Haven." Haven giggled sharply, his hands running through his hair. "So that’s it at that point? You’re leaving me for him? After everything we’ve been through? So he comes back to town and swoops you off your feet, after I deliberately sent him away because of his same situation." Alexis was left dumbfounded at the r
His once best friend. His brother. The one individual he trusted with everything. Haven paced back and forward, waiting for Matthew to show up. He had needed to see him, texting in a rage-filled flurry. "We ought to talk. Meet me at the old park by the field. now." Haven knew this discussion would not end gently, not with the way his feelings were bubbling over, but he didn’t care. The bond he once shared with Matthew was smashed past repair. The faint sound of a car drawing nearer snapped Haven out of his thoughts. He turned, his eyes narrowing as Matthew’s recognizable dim car pulled into the park. The headlights enlightened the concrete, casting long shadows, and after that the motor cut off. Matthew walked out of the car, his expression reluctant, his movements moderate, as ifhe was walking into a minefield. In multiple ways, he was. “Haven,” Matthew called out, raising a hand in a peace signal. “Let’s talk, man.” Haven's chest sank as he took a step forward. His eyes bursted
"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