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
"I do not know what to say," she conceded, her voice scarcely above a whisper. "I want to accept you, Haven I truly do. But it's been so difficult, with everything that's happened. I've been hurt, and I've felt so alone." Haven gestured, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I know, and I'm so sorry for that. I never needed to make you feel that way. I wish I could go back and settle all the mistakes I've made, but I can't. All I can do is guarantee you that I need to do way better. I need to be better, for you and for us." Alexis took a profound breath, her mind still reeling. She looked into Haven's eyes, looking for any sign of deception, but all she saw was the man she had fallen in love with all those a long time prior. The man who, in spite of all his blemishes and botches, still held a bit of her heart. She held his hand, her hold firm and relentless. "I need us to be happy as well, Haven," she said, her voice filled with assurance. "I need to believe that I am able to make
Alexis gestured, increasing in value her friend’s bolster. She knew she needed to go up against the circumstance, but the thought of harming Haven was overpowering. A couple of days afterward, Alexis found herself alone with Haven in their living room. He was relaxing on the couch, ingested in a book. She took a profound breath, feeling her heart race. “Haven , can we talk for a minute?” she inquired, attempting to keep her voice calm. Haven looked up, his expression softening. “Of course. What’s on your mind?” Alexis sat down another to him, her hands clasped firmly in her lap. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently. About us, and around Matthew.” Haven ’s forehead wrinkled somewhat. “Matthew? What do you mean?” “I’ve been feeling... confused. You’ve been so superb and attentive, and I appreciate it more than you know.” Haven ’s face fell, a blend of harmed and disarray crossing his features. “Are you saying that you’re still... into him?” Alexis gestured, tears welling up
Alexis tried to make sense of Haven’s actions. “Why is he doing this?” she wondered aloud, clutching the bouquet tightly. She had explicitly communicated her emotional struggle and her growing attraction to Matthew. Haven had heard her and yet chose to respond with intensified displays of affection.Every gesture, while heartfelt, seemed to deepen her confusion rather than provide clarity. Haven’s persistence felt like a painful reminder of the gap between their current reality and her emotional needs. She respected Haven but couldn’t ignore her feelings for Matthew, which had evolved into something she wanted to explore.The gifts and dates felt like a distraction from the fundamental issue at hand—her struggle with her feelings and the truth she had shared with Haven. Alexis was left questioning whether Haven's actions were an attempt to patch things up or if he was simply unable to accept the painful reality that she had developed feelings for someone else.Alexis paced the little l
She looked at the clock on the walk. Matthew was due any minute. He had agreed to come over after Alexis called him, her voice temperamental and arguing. She needed to talk, and there was no one else she trusted more to explore the choppy waters of her feelings. Finally, she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside, followed by hurried footsteps on the front porch. Her heart leapt into her throat as the doorbell rang, and she rushed to answer it.The doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet. Alexis’s heart dashed as she rushed to reply to it. Taking one last deep breath, she opened the door to find Matthew standing there, his good looking face a cover of concern. His eyes, ordinarily so certain and shinning, presently held a shadow of stress. “Matthew,” she said, her voice breaking marginally as she ventured aside to let him in. “Thank you for coming.” He gestured, venturing inside and closing the door behind him. “Of course, Alexis. What’s going on?” She driven him to the sofa an
"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