When dessert arrived, Matthew made his move. “So, I know you’re in a complicated spot right now,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, “but I need you to know that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” Alexis gazed at him, her grin blurring into something more genuine. “Matt, I—” “I know, you don’t need to say anything,” he said, pressing her hand. “Just... think about it.” She gestured, looking down at their joined hands. “I will. I promise.” Over the following few days, Matthew made sure Alexis was continuously thinking about him. He arranged astonishing snacks, left small notes in her post box, and sent her texts that extended from clever to sweet to flirty. Each time, Alexis reacted warmly, but Matthew may tell she was still torn. He caught impressions of her at work, now and then smiling at her phone—a sight he couldn’t very decipher—and it chewed at him, pondering on if it was Haven on the other end of the line. Haven on the other hand, was acting as if nothing was wrong.
The park was lively with the tender murmur of early summer. Children’s chuckling blended with the stirring of leaves within the light breeze, and some place within the distance, the ice cream truck played its recognizable jingle. The sun plunged low in the sky, portraying the skyline with streaks of pink and orange, casting a warm gleam over the lines of sprouting blooms. Matthew and Alexis strolled side by side, the sound of their strides mixing with the rock way underneath them. They had walked this way endless times before, but this evening, there was something different within the air, something inferred. Matthew looked at Alexis, noticing the way her hair caught the blurring daylight, turning the strands into a cascade of gold. Her eyes were settled ahead, but her contemplations were clearly somewhere else, some place far off and overwhelming. They had been talking about nothing and everything for the past hour, their airion floating from work inconveniences to irregular recoll
Alexis shot to her feet, smoothing her hair as in spite of the fact that that might eradicate the minute Haven had just seen. "Haven, hello. I didn’t…I didn’t know you’d be here." Matthew stood as well, his hands pushed into his pockets, his expression incoherent. "Haven" Haven gazed at them, his look shifting between Alexis and Matthew as if he was trying to piece together what he had just seen. He took a step closer, his movements moderate and considerate. "What…what was that?" ."It was nothing," Alexis said quickly, too quickly. "We were just—""Just what?" Haven’s voice was sharp, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability, a plea for honesty. "It didn’t look like nothing."Matthew opened his mouth to speak, but Alexis cut him off, her voice strained. "Haven, it really wasn’t anything. We were just talking."Haven’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, it seemed like he might accept the lie, might let it slide for the sake of whatever fragile balance they all shared. But then
“Lexi,” he had started, his voice measured. “I know things haven’t been the same with us for a while. And I think... I think I get why.” Alexis had scowled at him, uncertain of where this was going. She loved Haven— she really did. They’d built a life together that was lucky by most benchmarks. But there were splits, noiseless crevices that had started to broaden over time, and Alexis felt herself floating, uncertain of where the current would take her. “What do you mean?” she had inquired, her voice scarcely over a whisper. She was anxious about the reply, perplexed by what he might say. Haven had taken a profound breath, and Alexis seemed to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he clenched his jaw before at last letting the words spill out. “I know about the entire adventure between you and Matthew.” “What do you need me to say?” Alexis at long last inquired, her voice breaking beneath the weight of her feelings. “That I am sorry? That I’ll stop? I don’t indeed know what th
Alexis looked up at him, her vision obscured with tears. She needed to accept him, to accept that she might make this choice and come out the other side unscathed. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t conceivable. No matter what she chose, somebody was progressing to get harmed. The next week was an obscure clash of feelings and restless evenings. Alexis found herself dodging both Haven and Matthew, uncertain of how to explore the complicated web of her feelings. She went through hours in her studio, tossing herself into her work in a frantic endeavor to elude the turmoil inside her. But each brushstroke, each line she drew, appeared to lead her back to the same inevitable truth: she couldn’t keep straddling the line between Haven and Matthew. She had to make a choice. It was late on a Friday night when Alexis at long last made up her mind. She was sitting alone in her studio, the dim light casting long shadows over the canvas before her. She gazed at the canvas, her eyes following
"That’s not true," Matthew said at long last, his voice quieter but no less decided. "I know her way better than you think. I’ve been there for her through everything." "But you never told her how you felt until presently, when it’s as well late," Haven said, venturing closer, his voice bringing down to a perilous calm. "You’ve had a long time, Haven . A long time. And what did you do with it? Nothing. And presently, when she’s mine, you think you'll just come in and—" "Enough!" Alexis yelled, venturing between them, her eyes filled with tears. "This isn’t reasonable! To either of you! And it’s not reasonable to me, either. I can’t be the reason you disregard your companionship." Matthew and Haven both ventured back, their eyes still bolted in a silent battle, but not one or the other willing to continue the contention before Alexis. She looked at both of them, her heart aching. She loved Haven—she had chosen him, after all. But Matthew had been her person, the one who had continu
Matthew inclined forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I just need you to be strong, Alexis. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And in case it means letting you go, at that point... at that point I’ll do it." Tears welled in Alexis’s eyes as she listened to him. She had gone through so long trying to make everybody else strong that she had overlooked to consider her own feelings. Presently, faced with the choice, she realised that no matter what choice she made, somebody would get hurt. They sat there in hush, the weight of implicit words hanging between them. At long last, Alexis stood up, wiping her eyes. "I need more time, Matt. I can’t make this choice right now." Matthew gestured, standing up close to her. "Take all the time you need," like he rehashed, in spite of the fact that this time there was a calm acknowledgement in his voice. "I’ll be here. No matter what." As Alexis strolled away, she felt an unusual blend of help and pity. The choice still loomed over her, but for
“You’re not in a position to make requests, Haven,” Damon answered coldly. “Just do as I say, and possibly I’ll consider letting her go.” The line went dead, and Haven was cleared out standing within the center of his flat, his mind hustling. He felt just like the ground had just been pulled out from beneath him, and he struggled to keep his calm. She was everything to him, and the thought of losing her was more than he might bear. He had worked so hard for that contract, invested so much to get to where he was, and now it was all on the line. But the choice was clear—he couldn’t let anything happen to his wife. No bargain, no matter how profitable, was worth her life. But Haven was not the sort to back down without a battle. He knew he couldn’t just walk away from the contract, not without attempting to discover another way to get Alexis back. He picked up the phone and called Matthew, who replied sleepily, clearly having been woken up by the call. “Haven? What’s going on? It’s la
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