The first step was to get it what had gone wrong. Haven knew Alexis cherished him—at least, she had cherished him once. Their marriage hadn’t been idealised, but it had been strong. Or so he thought. He needed to figure out when things had changed, and why she had turned to Matthew, of all individuals. And after that once he knew, he would make an arrangement to bring her back to him. Haven gulped down the whiskey in one go, the burn of the liquor doing small to ease the tie of pressure in his chest. He knew what he had to do. It was time to stand up to Matthew. The following day, Haven drove to Matthew’s flat with a sense of horrid reason. He had attempted to stifle the fuming energy that bubbled inside him, but each passing mile appeared to feed the fire higher. His knuckles were white as he grasped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so firmly it throbbed. When he at long last arrived at Matthew’s flat, he didn’t bother with greetings. Haven knocked on the door, his clench hands
He begun with little gestures—leaving flowers at her office, sending her keen messages about the recollections they had made over the a long time. He made beyond any doubt to be present in her life, going to occasions they used to go to together, appearing up at places he knew she frequented. Each time, he was cautious to be the charming, mindful spouse she had fallen in love with, the man who had once been her accomplice in each sense of the word. But as the days turned into weeks, Haven started to realize that winning Alexis back wasn’t going to be as simple as he had trusted. She was neighborly, indeed inviting, in reaction to his endeavors, but there was a void between them that hadn’t been there some time recently. It was as on the off chance that a wall had been raised between them, a obstruction he couldn’t appear to break through. One evening, Haven chosen to face Alexis specifically. He welcomed her to dinner at their favorite eatery, a little, hint put tucked away in a cal
Haven felt a string of disappointment. “Is everything okay?” he inquired, attempting to keep his tone light. “You seem… calm tonight.” Alexis looked out the window, her fingers playing with the sew of her dress. “I’m fine, Haven,” she said delicately. “Just… thinking.” “About what?” Haven squeezed, incapable to keep the edge of uneasiness from inching into his voice. Alexis murmured, a sound so delicate it nearly got misplaced within the murmur of the car motor. “Nothing important,” she mumbled. Haven grasped the steering wheel a little more tightly. He needed to calm her, but he could feel the distance between them broadening with each passing moment. He stopped the car and led her to the restaurant , a curious, housetop bistro that ignored the twinkling city lights underneath. The air was crisp, and the fragrance of new flowers encompassed them. “Wow,” Alexis said, her eyes flicking over the scene. “It’s… beautiful.” Haven felt a surge of help. “I knew you’d like it,” he said wi
Her heart was now not his, and he had no thought how to let her go. The days that were taken after were a blur for Haven. He attempted to toss himself into work, attempted to occupy himself with companions, leisure activities, anything that may take his mind off Alexis. But no matter what he did, she was continuously there, waiting at the back of his mind like an apparition he couldn’t shake. One evening, he found himself strolling through the park where they had begin their date. The memories overwhelmed back—the way she giggled at his lame jokes, the way her eyes shone beneath the streetlights, the way she leaned into him as they strolled, as if she couldn’t get near enough. He sat down on a seat and buried his face in his hands, feeling the weight of his depression squeezing down on him. Just at that point, he heard a familiar voice. “Haven?” He looked up and saw Alexis standing before him, looking just as shocked as he felt. “Alexis,” he breathed, his heart beating in his chest.
Matthew’s face solidified, a muscle jerking in his jaw. "It’s not like that," he said discreetly, but there was an edge to his voice presently. "You were far off, Haven. You were continuously so caught up in your claim world, your work, your… everything. She felt alone, and I was there." Haven felt a sting of blame at Matthew's words, but he rapidly pushed it aside. "So what? That makes it better? You think you’re the saint here, swooping in to spare her from her own marriage?" Matthew's eyes flared. "I didn’t need this to happen, okay? But I can’t offer help how I feel. I… I love her, Haven." The words hung in the air like a bomb, and for a minute, Haven couldn't breathe. He gazed at Matthew, trying to prepare the weight of what he had just listened to. "You love her?" he rehashed, his voice low, nearly a snarl. Matthew gestured, his face set in a decided expression. "Yes, I love her. And she loves me." The confession hit Haven like a punch to the intestine. He felt his world til
Haven felt a surge of emotion at the sight of her, the woman he had loved for so long, the woman he had built a life with. "Alexis," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We need to talk." Alexis nodded, her eyes wary. "I know," she said softly. "I’m sorry, Haven. I never wanted to hurt you." Haven took a step closer, his hands trembling. "But you did," he said, his voice breaking. "You hurt me, Alexis. You hurt us." Tears filled Alexis’s eyes, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I know," she whispered. "But… I couldn’t keep pretending. I couldn’t keep living a lie." Haven felt his heart twist in his chest. "A lie?" he repeated, his voice hoarse. "Is that what our marriage was to you? A lie?" Alexis shook her head, her face crumpling with emotion. "No, Haven. I loved you. I still do. But… it’s different now. I’ve changed. We’ve changed." Haven felt a lump form in his throat, his eyes stinging. "But why him?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why Matthew?"
“Going out again?” he inquired, his voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of disturbance. Alexis didn’t see him straightforwardly, centering instead on applying her makeup. “Yes, Matthew and I are going to that new art display downtown. The one I said last week.” Haven’s forehead wrinkled, his dissatisfaction bubbling to the surface. “With Matthew, again?” She turned to face him, her expression cool and composed. “He’s been there for me, Haven. Something you’ve been too busy doing.” Haven’s eyes obscured, and he pushed off the door, taking a step closer. “Is this what it’s all about, Alexis? Parading around with Matthew like he’s—” “Like he’s what?” Alexis hindered, her voice rising. “Like he’s somebody who really cares about how I feel? Since that’s precisely what he is. He listens to me, he makes time for me, and he doesn’t make me feel like I’m an afterthought.” Haven recoiled like she had slapped him, the truth of her words cutting more deep than he cared to concede. He ha
His look settled on Alexis, who was seated on the couch, lost in her own world as she flipped through a magazine, her forehead somewhat wrinkled in thought. For a minute, Haven critically observed her. The posture of her, so at ease and however so distant, mixed something deep inside him. It was a feeling that had been building for months, developing more grounded with each passing day. It was a feeling he had pushed down, disregarded, denied indeed, as they explored the riotous waves of their marriage. But presently, standing there, with the delicate evening light casting a shadow around her, he knew he couldn't keep it inside any longer. Taking a deep breath, Haven ventured into the room. The sound of his strides on the wooden floor broke the quiet, causing Alexis to see up. Their eyes met, and for a brief minute, time appeared to stand still. There was a glint of shock in her eyes, rapidly supplanted by the watched expression she regularly wore around him these days. "Haven" she
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