As it got to the thick of the night, Alexis anger grew fatigued and gave way to pain, sadness and being lonely. She thought of Haven’s words again and again but she can’t find herself to just believe him. Was she overreacting? Or she didn’t see the red flags all along?The next morning, she dragged herself out of bed. Her mood is still the same but she’s less fatigued now. She barely slept, her dreams were filled with Haven’s images and moments spent together and it was crashed by the introduction of Sarah. Her phone buzzed again with a new message that made her escape her thoughts.It was from Haven: "Alexis, please. I can't bear the thought of losing you over a misunderstanding. Let me come over and explain everything. I love you."With shaking fingers, she typed out a reply: "Okay. Come over at noon."By midday, Haven was at her doorstep, looking worried, as if he hadn't slept either.His normally neat hair was dishevelled and dirty, and shadowy dark circles covered his eyes. He sai
She gestured and was appreciative of the support. As time went on, Alexis kept talking and becoming more free, sharing her insecurities and fears to Matthew. Matthew in turn, listened attentively, giving words of advice and encouragement when necessary and also cracking some jokes to lighten the mood.In the following days, Alexis found herself spending more time with Matthew. They will grab a coffee midday or take night strolls together. His presence seemed to calm her disturbed heart, just a little distraction from Haven.One evening, exactly two weeks after the incident with Haven, they were in Matthews living room, surrounded with empty pizza boxes and wine. Alexis sighed and affected her arms. “I think I’m tired and my brain is worn out.”Matthew laughed a little. “Come on, we’ve only been at it for just three hours or more tho?” Alexis chuckled, the sound genuine and joyous. She realized she hadn't laughed that much or that hard in a while. She spotted Matthew gazing at her wit
"Are you certain you don't desire anything else?" Matthew was able to speak up, though his voice was not strong, he attempted to convey a sense of peace to Alexis. "I can bring you a cup of tea if you want." Alexis gazed upwards, a faint smile appearing on her face. "No, thanks, Matthews. The tea is perfect." She lifted the mug he had given her earlier, taking a small sip. "I really appreciate you letting me stay here tonight. I don't know what I would have done if—"Her voice cracked, and Matthew found himself walking towards her and took him some steps before he could call himself to order and stop. He sat beside her, trying to maintain a reasonable distance."It's fine," he whispered gently. "Isn't that what friends are for?" Matthew experienced a surge of guilt washing over him. He shouldn't have crossed that boundary with his feelings for his best friend's wife, especially considering how fragile she was. Still, as he stared at her, he could not help but notice the way her lash
Just across town, Matthew Yu's phone vibrates with a text from Alexi, “Can we meet?”Matthew's heart skipped a beat. He quickly typed a response, Of course. Coffee shop on 5th in 15?Alexis's reply came instantly, “See you there.” At the coffee shop, Alexis poured out her heart to Matthew. Matthew tried holding her hand from across the table. “Sometimes people do stupid things and make mistakes. It does not exuse what he did, but if he’s given a chance to correct it at least let him, there might be more to the story?”Alexis caught a glance at him, surprised at Matthew’s Peking of view. “Hold up, you are his best friend. Shouldn’t you be taking his side?”Matthew chuckled solemnly. “I’m your friend as well, Alexis. I care about you too, and I want to be both parties if I can.”As they talked late into the night, Alexis felt a calmness growing in her chest. Matthew’s kindness and calmness were a ball to her wounded heart. When they went their separate ways, Alexis felt lighter than sh
Haven reacted to what she said, but he stood his ground. He confessed to being afraid. Afraid of losing you, afraid of confronting my actions. However, I now understand that my attempt to conceal it only exacerbated the situation. He inched nearer, taking his time, as if he was nearing a wounded animal. "Alexis, these last seven days without you have been absolutely horrible. I was unable to eat or sleep. The only thing on my mind was the pain I caused to the most significant individual in my life. Alexis felt tears forming in her eyes. "Haven, you caused me a lot of pain." "I'm aware," he said, his voice breaking. "I want to spend the rest of my life making amends to you, if you give me the chance." He put his hand in his pocket and extracted an envelope. "I had a detailed plan," he chuckled, poking fun at himself. However, now you've arrived, all of those things appear foolish. The only thing that is important is this." He gave Alexis the envelope. Trembling, she opened it and
Alexis responded with a cool and controlled voice, declining with a "no, thanks." I believe we need to have a conversation. Haven agreed with a nod, settling down in the armchair opposite her. "I confess I've missed you, Lex," he said, his voice filled with feelings. "I am aware of my mistakes, but I have been making an effort to communicate and fix them—" Alexis interrupted him by raising her hand. I am aware, Haven. "That is... that is one reason I am here." Haven’s eyes widened with hope, making Alexis feel guilty of what’s yet to come of her actions. However she recalled nights of continuous stress and no sleep, she became more determined to make Haven hurt and feel the same way.Alexis started by carefully selecting her words, stating that she had been pondering a lot about the two of them. Regarding all of our shared experiences. "I have come to a realization." Haven leaned in close, attentive to every word she said. "What is that?" Alexis locked eyes with him, a blend of h
Stuttering, his voice scarcely audible, he said, "But... why?" Alexis felt the need to get some distance between them and got to her feet. Haven, I wanted you to go through what I went through. the experience of believing one can find true love just to have it abruptly ripped away. Haven stood up and hurried to grab her.Alexis, this is not a joke, please. No matter what I did or what mistakes were made, we can rectify the situation. "We have the ability to—" After that, Haven was left lying on the ground, while Alexis turned around and walked away. She expected to feel satisfied when she left the park. Rather, she was overcome with a profound, agonising emptiness. Her scars and the agony of the past were not healed by the game she had played or the retaliation she had sought. In fact, it had just made the rift in her heart wider. Alexis found herself walking the city streets as night fell, mentally reliving the scene in the park. The game was hers, but at what cost? She was troub
Alexis face caught surprise, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thank you, Matthew. You won’t regret this, I promise.”As they both talk out and finialize the details of thier fake affair, neither of them overheard the waiter who had overheard snippets of their talks, her eyes were wide open and filled with shock as she funled with the espresso machine.Over the next few weeks, Alexis and Matthew's "affair" began to take shape. They met for coffee more frequently, exchanged flirtatious text messages (which Alexis made sure to leave open on her phone), and even staged a few "chance" encounters when Haven was around.At first, Haven didn’t seem to put much concern in the increasing bond between Alexis and his best friend. However, as time passed, Alexis watch a shift in his behavior. He forced a smile, his eyes and body langue filled with doubt. While Alexis and Haven were getting dinner prepare in the house. Haven received a text message on his phone on a chilly evening.Haven relayed
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