Haven ’s eyes flicked between the gleaming lights of the city as his car thundered down the turnpike. It was well after midnight, but the activity still crept along, squeezing at his tolerance. His mind was dashing quicker than his car as thoughts of Alexis surged like a surge. Where could she be? Who was she with? The forward clock on the dashboard examined 1:03 a.m. Alexis had been lost for three days. He had called her phone so numerous times that he’d memorized the design of the voicemail message. He’d left messages, texts, some irate, a few pleading, but they all went unanswered. Now, Haven ’s feelings brewed in a chaotic blend of perplexity and freeze. He could hardly rest, and when he did, his dreams were eager parts of her snickering new, or more regrettable, the picture of her laced with Matthew. Haven didn’t need to think about that. The thought of Matthew turned his stomach into ties. "Where are you?" he mumbled to himself, his voice dry from days of yelling into the vo
But still, he drove. Still, he looked. It wasn’t until late evening on the third day that he saw her. He had been meandering through a calmer part of the city, close to a little stop that Alexis enjoyed. As he passed a curious small coffee shop on the corner, he caught a sight through the window. There, sitting alone at a table, was Alexis. For a minute, Haven thought his eyes were playing traps on him. He pulled over and stopped rapidly, his hands trembling as he turned off the car engine. His heart beat in his chest as he observed her taste from her glass, gazing out the window as if she didn’t have a care in the world. She looked... quiet. How could she be sitting there so calmly while his world had been falling apart?Haven ’s mouth went dry as he walked out of the car and made his way toward the coffee shop. His mind dashed with what he ought to say, how he ought to approach her. He had a million questions, a thousand feelings, but none of them appeared to fit in this minute. H
"Better believe it, but not like this. Not face-to-face." He inclined forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I know things got messed up between us, but I know you. I know that deep down, you're still not sure about this entire thing with Matthew. I mean, come on, Alexis, it's me. You don’t just move on from what we had." Alexis collapsed her arms, inclining back in her chair. She gave him a long sight before talking. "What we had, Haven, is over. I thought I made that clear when I left." "I do not believe that." Haven's voice rose somewhat, betraying his dissatisfaction. "You're just irate, and I get it. I wasn’t idealized, but no one is. But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. You don’t just toss away a long time of marriage like it’s nothing. We will settle this." Alexis shook her head, her eyes narrowing. "It's not about settling anything. It’s not about you trying to fix things up since you think I’m despondent or confused. I made my choice since it was the right one for me
Haven opened his mouth to contend, but the words caught in his throat. For a moment, he sat there in dazed quiet, the weight of her words smashing over him. He couldn’t understand how things had gotten to this point. He had continuously accepted that if they just talked, she would see reason, that she would come back to him. But now, hearing her like this, he realized that she wasn’t just angry, she was resolute. "You're wrong ," he finally said, his voice calmer now, about pleading. "You're making a mistake. You still love me, I know you are doing this out of your emotions. You aren’t thinking straightforward, and I won’t blame you totally, I’ll blame Matthew for whatever he’s cooking up in your head that you think I’m not good or perfect for you anymore."Alexis moaned, rubbing her chin as if trying to avoid a migraine. "Love isn’t enough, Haven. Not when it comes with all this... mess. I need more than that. I need somebody who sees me, who really needs to know me. Not the adaptat
"Gracious, don’t start with the 'I gave you everything' talk once more!" Alexis snapped, her dissatisfaction spilling over. "You gave me what you thought I needed. You never asked me what I needed, Haven. You never saw me as a person with my own dreams, my own wants. It was almost about you." Haven's grasp on the coffee cup fixed, his knuckles turning white. "That’s not true. I—" "Yes, it is!" Alexis hindered, her voice rising. She looked around the coffee shop, taking note of a number of inquisitive eyes turning their way. She brought down her voice, but the outrage in her tone remained. "You never took the time to get it for me. You were so wrapped up in your own world, in your own needs, merely overlooked I existed. Do you know how agonizing that feels?" Haven opened his mouth to reply, but Alexis cut him off once more, her eyes bursting now. "Matthew isn’t like that. He really tunes in. He makes me feel seen. When I talk to him, it’s like he’s truly there, you know? He's a show
Alexis inclined in, her voice moo and unsafe. "I mean, if you try anything, if you try to harm him, or destroy our relationship, I will make sure everybody knows what kind of individual you truly are. I’ll uncover each messy small secret you’ve tried to keep covered up. I’ll make sure beyond any doubt you lose everything, your work, your nobility, everything. Don’t test me, Haven. I’m not the same lady you used to know." Haven sat there, solidified, his mind hustling with fear and outrage. He had no thought she was competent at something like this. He had continuously seen her as somebody who was kind, soft-hearted, indeed when they battled. But presently, gazing into her cold, decided eyes, he realized she had changed. Or possibly he had just never truly known her at all. "Why are you doing this?" he inquired, his voice scarcely over a whisper. Alexis looked at him, her expression garbled. "Since I won’t let you control me any longer. I’m done living in your shadow, Haven. I deser
She had spoken them so softly, nearly tenderly, as if she was conveying a slow death. But there was no benevolence in it, not for him. It was a betrayal , one he had been as well dazed or as well proud to see coming. And now, it was late to do anything around it. He stopped under the shade of a closed shop, wiping the rain from his face, in spite of the fact that it didn’t stop the throb in his chest. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a brutal update that life didn’t stop just since his world had disintegrated. For a minute, he overlooked it, but at that point he pulled it out, half-expecting to see a message from Alexis. Some part of him, unreasonably, still trusted her to change her mind, to say that she didn’t mean it. That she didn’t love Matthew, not truly. But the screen appeared with a different title, Vanessa. He gazed at the phone, his thumb drifting over the reply button. Vanessa had been his ex-girlfriend before Alexis, a long time before they'd ever indeed met. They had rem
But possibly, just perhaps, he could discover a way to choose the pieces of his own smashed life. He took a profound breath, at that point began walking, his steps heavier than ever but with a swoon glint of trust that, in time, things could get better, maybe not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but someday. As the rain kept on dropping, Haven walked through the lanes, not chasing after what he had lost, but slowly, very slowly moving toward anything that was holding up for him. Haven kept walking under the pouring rain, the cold drops soaking through his jacket as he left the coffee shop behind. His thoughts were heavy, swirling with memories of Alexis and the life they once had. He barely noticed the familiar streets blurring around him. As he continued, his feet kept moving on autopilot until he glanced up and realized he had missed the junction to his house. Cursing under his breath, he turned back, feeling the water seep into his shoes. Lost in his own mind, he hadn't even noticed
“Did you hear that Haven got a huge contract deal? I continuously knew he’d arrive on his feet,” Alexis commented one day over brunch with friends. Her voice was casual, but there was a glimmer in her eyes, one that hadn’t been there in a long time. Matthew took note of it as well, and it chewed at him. To begin with, it appeared harmless, just sitting still in conversation, about an ex. Everybody does it, right? But as Haven’s name crawled up more habitually, a shadow of envy started to cloud Matthew’s mind. He tried brushing it off. "Why do you care what he’s doing?" Matthew inquired one evening, casually mixing his drink. Alexis looked up from her phone, her expression garbled. "I don’t. It’s just... curiosity, that’s all. I thought he'd separate after the divorce, but it looks like he’s doing better than ever." Matthew gritted his teeth but constrained a grin. "Great for him, I guess." Haven hadn’t expected Alexis to take note of his success, or care. But it didn’t take long
Alexis's voice calmed down. "Take care of Haven." He stopped talking, emotions swirling through him. A part of him wanted to scream, to let go of the anger and pain that stuck with him like a second skin. But another part - the part that has already started to be built - will be released.Two days later he called. "Mrs, Rennie's voice is clear and professional. Altheon has decided to proceed with your request. Thank you." Haven was silent for a moment, relief washing over him like a tidal wave, almost knocking him off balance. "Thank you, Mrs. Chambers," he managed to say. "I won't let you down." "I hope not," Reni replied. "Our team will contact you to complete the paperwork." Haven hung up and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He has done it. That night, Haven found him in a small village near his house, milking whiskey on the rocks. The site was quiet, with the faint hum of conversation settling in the background. His phone buzzed with a text from Darnell: You d
He then hugged her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Vanessa felt so secured and relaxed almost immediately but Haven knew there was more adventure to come from here with Vanessa over-commitment. He couldn’t say no to her anymore, he loved her and he just wanted her to stay and be with him always but he respected boundaries over everything.Haven stood in front of the windows of his house and saw the first sign of sunrise in the city skyline. The distant rumble of the morning traffic was faint, but a sense of life returned to the town with him. Haven's name hasn't been associated with anything good for months. His reputation, solid in the business world, has been thrown into the dirt since his wife left him for another man, Matthew, his former best friend. The tragedy sent waves through his personal and professional life, leaving Haven struggling to recover from the tragedy. Now he has a chance to change everything. Today he is about to sign a major business deal, one that could
“I’ve been through that before. I’m not going to let it happen again.” Haven mollified marginally, detecting the helplessness underneath her words. “I get that, Vanessa. I do. But I’m not him. I’m not going anywhere.” She was calm for a moment. “Promise?” Haven murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I promise.” Vanessa’s quiet settled like a cover over the discussion. At that point, unexpectedly, she said, “I’m coming over.” Haven scowled. “Now? It’s late.” “I don’t care. I ought to see you.” Before he could dissent, the line went dead. Haven gazed at his phone in skepticism. “Damn it.” He reviled beneath his breath. Forty minutes later, a knock shook his front door. Haven dragged himself off the couch and opened it to discover Vanessa standing there. She wore tight pants and an larger than average hoodie, her dark hair pulled into a tall bun. Her eyes looked at his face the moment the door swung open. “You didn’t seem that tired,” she said with a black out smile, vent
“I did,” Alexis answered, assembling his look. “I needed to see Fiona.” Matthew’s jaw clenched. “We had things to do, Alexis. You chose her over me.” “That’s not fair,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m permitted to spend time with my friends. This wedding doesn’t mean I need to give up everything else.” He took a step toward her, his eyes dim and difficult. “When you wed somebody, they ended your need. I thought you caught on to that.” “I do,” she whispered. “But I need space as well, Matthew. I can’t live like this, constantly stressed about annoying you.” Matthew’s expression flickered with something unreadable, hurt, outrage, or possibly fear. “I’m trying to protect you, Alexis. I just don’t want to lose you.” “I’m not going anywhere,” she said softly. “But I need you to believe me. If you can’t do that... possibly we shouldn’t get married.” The words hung between them, overwhelming and last. For a minute, Matthew just gazed at her, as if trying to choose whether to fight
Alexis felt a chill creep up her spine. It wasn’t the first time he’d acted like this, his words wrapped in sweetness but with a suggestion of something unsettling. Still, she smiles, pushing away the questions inching into her mind. He’s just defensive, she told herself. Nothing wrong with that. “Sorry, Matthew,” she mumbled, constraining a little snicker. “Next time, I’ll keep my phone on me.” He came over to the table and put his hand over hers, pressing a bit as well firmly. “I don’t like feeling disregarded. You get it, right?” She gestured, indeed in spite of the fact that her intestine bent. “Of course. It won’t happen again.” Satisfied, Matthew leaned back in his chair, the pressure in his pose facilitating. “Good. I just care about you, Alexis. That’s all.” But something about the way he said it made the words feel like a caution. Later that evening, Alexis sat on her bed, looking over through old pictures on her phone. Most of the photographs were from the early days of
"I’m sorry, Haven. I trust you to find peace." Peace. He sneered. How could he find peace when everything still felt so unsettled? He placed his phone away and stood up, choosing that staying in the café wasn’t going to help. He needed to clear his head.Afterward that evening, Haven found himself standing outside the old loft he and Alexis had shared. It was interesting being here once more. The place had been empty since Alexis moved out, and now someone else lived there. But the memories waited, as new as ever. He didn’t know why he’d come. Perhaps it was to discover closure, or perhaps he was just tormenting himself. Either way, standing here felt like confronting his past head-on. He had to make a choice. All of a sudden, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing a message from Vanessa. "Hello, I’m back home. Let me know if you need to come over and talk." Haven gazed at the message for a minute, his mind hustling. He cared about Vanessa, but he couldn’t shake t
Haven gazed at the coffee glass before him, the steam rising gradually, disseminating into the cool air. His fingers followed the edge of the ceramic edge, but his mind was far away, lost in an ocean of tangled thoughts and feelings. Alexis’ snicker reverberated in his head, frequenting him. He could nearly see her, the way she used to sit over from him at the café, her hands wrapped around her own face, eyes filled with the warmth of shared minutes. That was a year back. Now, Alexis was planning to wed somebody else, Matthew. His chest fixed as he thought of it. It wasn’t the reality that she left. It was the suddenness of it, the way their once-perfect life had come slamming down in a matter of months. He hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t been ready for the hurricane that had turned his world upside down. One minute, they were arranging their future together, and the next, she was gone. Haven pulled himself back to the show, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. He looked up jus
Haven didn’t know why he chose to go to the coffee shop that evening. Maybe it was propensity, or possibly he was just trying to elude the limits of his house and the perpetual thoughts swirling in his mind. He requested a dark coffee, found a seat in the corner, and tried to lose himself in a book. But as he sat there, flipping through pages without pursuing a single word, he listened to a recognizable voice. His heart stilled. Alexis. She was sitting just a number of tables away, snickering softly with her friends and talking about wedding plans. And next to her, Matthew, tall, the man who had taken his place in her life. Haven’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen her since she’d left him, and hadn't talked to her since the breakup. Seeing her now, gleaming with joy, felt like a punch to his intestine. Without thinking, he stood up, expecting to leave. He couldn’t handle this, not nowadays. But as he turned, his eyes met Alexis’s. She solidified, her smile disappearing,