Marie’s eyes fluttered open; she turned and was hit with a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. She winced, elevating a hand to her forehead, looking to block out the pain. Her surroundings were unusual, the white walls and the odor of antiseptic hitting hersenses. It took a moment for her to realise where she was. She was in a hospital room.She attempted to sit up straight, but the ache in her head simplygrew worse, and she lay going into reverse, respiration closely. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the whole lot. The tender hum of machines and the faint sound of footsteps outdoors had been the best noises she may have wanted to listen to.Then, recollections rushed into her head as if a transfer had just been flipped. The image of Aaron being hit with the truck, the sound of the effect, his blood on the road—the whole lot came flooding back, and panic rose in her chest. Her breath stuck in her throat as she whispered, “Aaron!”She got up on the mattress, igno
“She’s my wife, and I love her with the whole of me.” Aaron’s voice becomes clean, full of conviction.Marie just stood outside the door, iced up. His phrases had been like a lifeline thrown to her in a sea of uncertainty, a lifeline she hadn’t recognised she wanted until that second.Her heart warmed, and she felt a rush of emotions. Her mind screamed at her to leave, to let him have this second with Howard, but the door creaked barely beneath the stress of her stillness.Aaron and Howard glanced up at the sound, their attention now on the door. Marie’s heart raced in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She had been stuck eavesdropping. With a smooth exhale, she pushed the door open fully.As soon as Aaron saw her, his face changed. His concern for her changed into seeing the warm temperature in his eyes blended with the worry he continually carried for her. He sat up a bit straighter in the bed, his bandaged head making him appear fragile, extra susceptible than she had eve
Marie’s heart skipped a beat whilst Aaron lightly pulled her closer. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his eyes tender, his face packed with something she hadn’t seen visible before — pure vulnerability. It wasn’t like the closing time, when everything was rushed and filled with so many unspoken things among them. This time, it became unique.Aaron’s lips met hers slowly, tenderly. The kiss becomes gentle and unhurried, full of warmth and longing. For a second, it felt like time had stopped. All of the chaos, all the pain, the misunderstandings — everything dwindled. All that mattered in that second was the feeling of his lips towards hers and the tenderness he became showing her.Marie was surprised in the beginning. She had never predicted this, in no way an idea that when the whole lot they had been through, they might come so far. But as she felt the burden of his kiss, the sincerity of it, she kissed him back, her fingers trembling as they reached as much as hold h
The next day, Marie and Aaron were discharged from the hospital. Aaron’s head was still bandaged, however, it seemed like he was recuperating. As they left the hospital, Susann stood by, her face showing signs of worry. She had helped them pack their things, and as they stood at the doorway of the hospital, she excused herself, giving the couple a few areas.“I’ll take a look at it later,” Susann stated softly before leaving.Marie gave her a small smile and a nod. “Thank you, Susann. We’ll be okay.”When they got into the car, Aaron’s hand found Marie’s, and for the time in a protracted at the same time as they held arms with no limitations between them. It felt natural, comforting.As they arrived home, Aaron’s steps were slower than usual, but he became determined. Marie helped him to the door and opened it for him. “I don’t need to be alone in my room,” Aaron said, his voice low, nearly hesitant.Marie turned to him, amazed. “But you need relaxation,” she said lightly, her voice
Marie and Aaron lay in each other's arms, and the world outside the room appeared some distance away. He wrapped his arms around her as if not wanting to ever let her go, and she pressed herself against him.For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace. She felt that the burden of the whole world which has been troubling her have been lifted up her shoulders, the questions and all the uncertainties seemed to fade into space. At this moment, it becomes just the two of them.As they lay there inside the quiet, the gentle knock at the door broke the stillness. Marie quickly sat up, startled by the sound of the door. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, and started to get up. But before she could flow too far, Aaron’s hand gently grabbed her arm, pulling her go in reverse into his chest."Permit’s me to live like this," Aaron whispered, his voice low, however firm. "It does not matter who’s on the door."Marie paused, nevertheless feeling surprised at how effort
Howard sat alone in his office, the heavy silence surrounding him. His huge desk, cluttered with papers and a tumbler of whisky, appeared to feature the oppressive environment. He became misplaced in notion, staring into space, his thoughts racing through the activities of the past few days.His arms tightened around the glass, his grip tight with frustration. He had suspected for some time that something had changed. He had watched his son, seen the way Aaron had acted around Marie, and it didn’t sit down properly with him. There was something about her that didn’t appear proper. And that worried him.His son had usually been focused, determined, and particular. But with Marie within the image, Aaron regarded it as distracted, remote. He had to understand more.That’s whilst Howard had come up with the plan. He had arranged for the staged twist of fate, the truck incident. It became speculated to be a manner to test Marie, to peer how she could react below pressure, to look if she tu
Marie slowly woke up, her eyes fluttering open to see Aaron staring down at her. She blinked, startled to discover him so near. His face was soft, his eyes packed with warmth and something else she couldn't quite place."Good morning," Aaron stated, his voice calm, a mild smile on his face.Marie's heart skipped a beat, but she frowned barely, still a piece pressured. "Why have you been staring at me?" she requested, her voice a little shaky.Aaron chuckled softly, the sound comforting. "I wasn't staring," he stated. "I was just... thinking about how stunning you look."Marie's cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, feeling a touch embarrassed. She had constantly regarded Aaron as appealing, but listening to him say something like that made her heart race in a way she wasn't equipped for. She had so many blended feelings after everything that had happened: the coincidence, the anxiety between them, and all the matters left unsaid.Aaron appeared to experience the shift in her mo
Aaron reached out and gently took Marie's hand. She felt a warmth spread through her at the easy touch. She smiled up at him, feeling her heart flutter only a little.They strolled down the park path, their footsteps light on the gentle grass. Aaron's hand felt robust in hers, and as they walked, she couldn't help but glance at him sometimes.He came on foot beside her, his gaze ahead but comfy. For once, he didn't seem like he had the burden of the whole world on his shoulders.Marie squeezed his hand lightly, and Aaron glanced down at her with a small smile. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice calm."I'm just satisfied," she said softly, smiling back at him. "It's exceptional to just be right here with you.” No rush, no pressure, just taking walks.""It's been some time considering the fact that we had a peaceful moment like this.""Aaron," she started carefully, "what is up with your father? Have you observed him suspect something? Above us?"Aaron's expression shifted just
Aaron’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as he strode through the long dark hallway, his steps heavy. His father's remarks were reverberating in his mind like a vicious taunt, and he was consumed by a storm of rage. “You’re nothing without me.”. . . His knuckles turned white as his fists clenched so tightly his nails digging into his palms. It seemed as though the mansion itself was attempting to ensnare him in its ruthless, frigid clutches because the air around him was heavy and oppressive.He was hardly aware of the dim glow of the wall sconces as the hall stretched out in front of him with dark wooden panels reflecting it. He could hear and feel nothing but his own rage hammering unrelentingly.He could still hear his father's voice in his ears. . . “You’re toying with me.” With a start, he halted his boots scuffing the shiny floor. His chest was heaving, and his breath was harsh as he struggled to maintain his balance. Tonight his father had said far too many things, but th
The smell of whiskey filled the dimly lit study, clouding the space with a strong, almost oppressive odor. Howard sat behind his desk, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass while staring into the depths of the drink.A firm and pointed knock was heard on the door.Howard called “Come in” in a steady, low voice that showed no signs of the storm that was building inside.Aaron entered as the door squeaked open. His stance was straight, his face tight with annoyance, and he stood tall. Howard closely observed him, his keen eyes scrutinizing each nuance and facial movement. Aaron was very much a reflection of himself; he was obstinate, strong-willed and self-destructive.“Aaron, sit. We must have a conversation.” Aaron, however, did not move. His body was tense as he stood there staring at Howard’s face. His voice was tight as he said. “I'm not here to sit. I'm here to know why you called me.”The corner of Howard’s mouth curled into a thin smile as he raised an eyebrow. Savoring the
The bathroom door gently closed behind Marie, leaving the sunroom empty except for Aaron and Susann. Once brimming with the warmth of conversation, the room felt suddenly too heavy and too quiet.Aaron took a seat slowly and raked his hand through his hair as his mind raced through the quiet room.At first, Susann’s expression was unreadable as she studied him without saying anything. The weight of the unsaid words that hung in the air caused the silence between them to grow longer. Even though Aaron's face was composed as he met her gaze, a sense of tension persisted.Susann finally spoke, her tone firm but quiet. “What do you think you're doing?" With a steady but slightly uncertain tone, he questioned, “What do you mean?”Her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined him, and she exhaled a soft, controlled breath. She spoke slowly and measuredly as if she were carefully weighing each word, “Marie is pregnant. I also know you're worried about her. However, you have to realize the ser
With tea mugs in hand, Marie and Susann settled into the cozy cushions of the wicker sofa inside, but the serene setting did little to relieve the knot of anxiety that was weighing heavily on Marie's chest.Even though the room was lovely and the morning was warm, she couldn’t get rid of the dread that had been with her since her nightmare.“Marie, you've been incredibly quiet since yesterday”, she said quietly in a steady, calm voice. “I understand that your nightmare must have been upsetting, but I can't help but wonder if you're keeping something else from me. You know you can speak with me?”After placing her tea on the table before them and taking a deep breath, Marie looked out the window. Eyes tired, she turned back to Susann. “It goes beyond the nightmare. It is everything. I am just too tired of everything that is happening. I’m not certain that I can stop it.” Susann's face became softer. She reassured Marie by reaching out and placing a firm yet gentle hand on hers. “I k
The following morning, Marie's bedroom curtains let in the pale light of dawn, which left the walls in long shadows. Her mind continued to replay the events in vivid detail, and she was still shaken from the nightmare. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw Howard's twisted smile as he watched her struggle, her father’s terrified face and the quicksand engulfing him. The nightmares' oppressive sensation persisted, and Marie couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was seriously amiss.She was unable to remain in that space any longer. Because of the nightmares' lingering effects, the air felt too dense and heavy. Her legs felt wobbly as she got out of bed, and her heart was beating so fast.She gently left the bed, put on her robe and walked out of the room as quietly as she could. As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't stop thinking about the nightmare. She paused briefly upon arriving at Susann's room, taking a deep breath to help her relax. It would be a relief to spe
Marie sighed."Are you okay?" Aaron whispered, his tone soft and caring. With her body still tingling from the way he had kissed and held her, Marie nodded.She turned to face him and whispered, “Yeah.”Aaron kissed her shoulder. “Alright.”Fatigue took over her, and she slowly fell asleep, her eyelids heavy. That was when the nightmare started again. In the midst of a foggy, dark forest, she stood. With their gnarled branches grabbing at the sky like skeletal fingers, the trees towered over her. She then caught sight of him. Her Dad. His terrified eyes darted around as though looking for someone or something.Marie felt her heart tighten. She screamed “Dad!” and tried to run in his direction, but her legs felt heavy as though the ground was resisting her. A dark figure appeared behind him, stepping out of the trees. Towering. Dangerous. A strange, unnatural grace in movement. Marie’s heart froze. The only thing she could make out of the figure's face was the flash of something sha
Sitting in his darkened study, Howard took a long drag from his cigar while the strong odor of tobacco filled the air. His jaw was so clenched that his temple veins throbbed. With the amber liquid burning down his throat, he brought the crystal glass to his lips, tightening his grip. But it wasn't enough to quell the anger that was gnawing at his gut.The sound of Howard smashing the glass against the mahogany desk reverberated throughout the space. Even though his anger was trembling, he steadied his hand and poured himself another drink, his fingers twitching as he reached for the bottle. Howard let out a sharp exhale and placed his cigar in the ashtray, his lips curling into a sneer. Power, privilege and a name that many dreaded were all bestowed upon Aaron by him. However, the boy was sacrificing everything for love—for a woman who didn't belong in their world?Stupid.“So Aaron,” he whispered to himself, “Is this how you want to play it? Fantastic.”With somber and calculating
She was there when the door creaked open. Marie. Aaron saw her standing there with an unreadable expression, and his breath caught in his throat.He was rushing toward her before he could even think because his heart was racing.“You returned.” His voice was hoarse and laced with hope and desperation.There was nothing from Marie. With nothing visible on her face, she simply stood there and watched him. Aaron took a deep breath and reached for her hand, holding on to it as if she might vanish if he released it.“Please, Marie, don't abandon me.” He didn't mind that his voice cracked a little. Pride was irrelevant. Ego wasn't a factor. No more. “None of this was intended by me. I promise that I never intended to cause you any harm.”Her eyes were fixed on him, but she remained silent. Aaron's chest ached from panic. “Other things don't matter to me. Nothing matters if I don't have you, not the money, not my father, not the power. Marie, I love you despite my mistakes. More than anythin
Silent sobs rocked Aaron’s body as he sat on the bed, hunched over, hands clutching his head. He had the impression that the earth had been torn away from him, leaving him free to fall and without anything to cling to. He was suffocating from the unbearable weight in his chest, which was pressing down on him.Marie had gone. He had allowed her to leave after she had left. He had never been afraid of anything before, but this frightened him. How had it gotten to this point? How had he lost her so thoroughly? It was more painful than anything he had ever experienced to consider a life without Marie, without the fire in her eyes when she challenged him and without the warmth of her presence.He took a deep shuddering breath and tried to think, but his mind was a jumble of ideas. He never thought he would fall in love, much less be this enamored of a woman. Here he was, however, broken. Her memories were oppressive.She would frown when she was thinking too much, her lips would curl into